DMC: Hey Guys, Welcome back to the third installment of Frigid Nights. I told you it wouldn't take me that long to post it; I just had to finish it, and had to edit it! OH! Speaking of editing, if any of you wish to beta this, or any of my stories for me, please message me I would love to talk with you!

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TombeDeLaLune:Loved that episode too however it's not Mirror Syndrome

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:Not really an abrupt change in mood, I felt bad I couldn't show him to you more; however, you will see (sometime) that he is normally just like that. You are right that he is so much like House! XD

Well, I am sure by now you are all familiar with the Summary, the warnings, the disclaimer, and so on, so I won't repost that. If you don't know it by now, look back at the other chapters, they are there. Thanks!

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"Fascinating," Harper said with blunt sarcastic-ness.

"Oh extremely; did you have that rash before you came here?" He asked the younger male, who blinked and looked at his arm before shaking his head. He had been scratching it without even realizing he was scratching anything more then just a casual itch.

Nodding House pulled out his pager as he began to limp toward the door, Harper watching curiously, wondering what happened as the door hissed to a close behind the gruff doctor's back, as he turned to walk down the hall back to his office as his message went out to all on his team.

Family meeting now-House

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Chapter 3

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The glass paneled door swung open heavily as the blonde Antipodean rushed in, worried something had gone wrong. Seeing House standing, leaning on the back of his chair, since it was the only one open at the time, Chase's eyes darted from the team to his boss, and the man who currently claimed to be the gruff bruits' best friend.

"What's Doctor Wilson doing here?" Chase ventured to ask, even though he knew he would only get some sarcastic remark in return. He knew that's how it always was. Loud, boorish, rude, smart-mouthed, short-tempered, sarcastic, pill-popping, closed off, cold bastard which a million other descriptions that could, in some way be entitled to him. Of course, chase knew not everything about the older man was bad.

House held a firm air. When he entered a room, people noticed. When he spoke, people listened. He controlled things easily, handled pressure as if it never existed, solved serious problems effortlessly, and was a very dominate figure. Chase was grateful to be working with him, and even more grateful that it didn't appear that he was going to get fired any time soon.

"Why else? He is here because of me," House said flatly as he grabbed his cane from where it had been resting against the table and limped over to stand by the white board that now told of a new symptom.

"As if I dictate my life around so I can be your becking-call," Wilson replied with a roll of his eyes as he settled deeper into his seat, watching the candle that rest on the table not far from him.

"You don't?" House asked playfully as he hung his cane from the board before he looked at his underlings. Opening his mouth to say something, he was cut off by the shrill sound of all their pagers beeping at the same time, signaling something was going wrong with the patient.

As if it was rehearsed, each of them swiftly reached for their small black clip-on's and looked at them. Cameron's face paled a few shades as she looked to Chase, who was looking at House for orders. Forman shook his head slowly as he pursed his lips, somehow figuring this would happen. They were the diagnostics team. They saw the strangest of cases every day. They should be getting used to the fact that nothing was ever easy.

"What's going on?" Wilson asked, not having gotten a page himself. Though, the reply was muffled by the sound of ruffling clothing as House quickly snatched his cane back up and lead his team out. Wilson rose up quickly; meaning to follow them, wanting to make sure everything was alright. It had sounded like either the patient stopped breathing, or Chase is a bee's sting. Though, he was pretty sure it wasn't the former.

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It could barely be heard, that soft, gentle, rythmatic sound of the teen, now calm and sleeping after having his throat cut into in hopes to provide an airway, breathing peacefully. However, it was there as it drifted through the room and reverberated off the walls, entangling itself through the medical equipment that lay sound, and still, not yet working. They were dead silent and seemed as if they were frozen in time, a distant memory of a period where things worked and people were healed quicker via machinery.

Cameron stood at the door, watching the dark haired boy with something of wonder. She was surprised that, even with the lack of electrical equipment, they could get him breathing again. Of course, they still and yet to figure out what was making him sick to begin with, yet it seemed that, whatever it was, it had gathered House's attention in some way. She figured it was because the kid was a puzzle and this whole idea of fixing a sick person without electricity was something new House could play with. Nothing was really known about the kid. Why was he living alone at nineteen? From the way it seemed, he had been living like that for some time too, and no one quite knew why.

"Is he still stable?" the soft voice of her oldest co-worker reached her ears as he took his place beside her, peering into the ward as the brunette looked at him with an emotionless expression.

"I don't get it," she said softly, speaking with barely audible whispers so as not to wake the boy. Another part of why they spoke so softly was because it was dark. Well, of course it was dark but, it was dark. It was quiet, tranquil, silent, enigmatic, and over all… peaceful. It was not that common of a thing in the normally bustling hospital. Both knew, in the back of their minds that this tranquility would not last, yet neither wanted to ruin the moment by speaking to loud.

"Don't get what?" Forman asked, matching her soft voice as he glanced at her curiously, knowing some deeply rooted question that probably lead to questioning and attempting to solve life's greatest mysteries, was to come.

She opened her mouth to speak when she heard the sound of a cane's suction cup bottom clicking and un-clicking the ground as the crippled genius of Princeton Plasbo Teaching Hospital approached.

"That," she said softly as she looked over Forman's shoulder nodding to House, "what has him so interested that he's coming to visit the kid on a regular basis?"

The black doctor (1) glanced up to see him approach, give them an eye brow raise, before he hobbled past, sliding the door aside as he wandered within. His eyes darted over the sleeping figure that lay in the darkness of a small, almost completely spent candle. He checked some things, seeing if the rash spread anymore since he had last seen him. House had a few more questions to ask, but he knew he couldn't get any more answers from him now that there was a tube down his throat. Sure, they could make it so he could, but House didn't want to go through the trouble of installing the special unit to help him talk if it wasn't going to be long term.

"What's he doing?" Chase asked softly as he approached the two still standing outside the ICU.

"Checking up on the kid from what it looks like," Forman responded as he raised an eyebrow, nodded his head with a soft huff, folded his arms across his chest and looked back to House with amusement.

"Since when did he care so much?" Chase asked with a soft chuckle as he looked to his boss who tootled around the patient, appearing to not have a care in the world as he looked over things like if the rash spread, or if there was anything new, and something else none of them could seem to figure out.

He knew better though. The slender young doctor knew that House always seemed to have nothing on his mind, and everything was just a game, yet in truth had remained far from the façade he reviled to everyone every day. Since the moment he met the loutish doctor, he knew there was always a million and one things that constantly plagued his diverse thoughts. He knew he cared more then he showed, acted worse then he should, and tried to remain on the more logical side of life then the pretend. He knew because… he was the same way. Chase was just as broken.

"Since he had found out a snowball had survived in hell," came Forman's voice, tugging Chase from his current train of thoughts as he blinked a few times looking up at the other. "Then he figured it was his best chance to repent."

Chase blinked a few more times, mulling over for a moment what Forman had said before he started to laugh, trying to keep it soft though so as not to disturb anyone. Cameron giggled softly and Forman just stood there smiling as they looked between each other, not noticing House finish up his check up inside.

"What's so funny?" He interrupted, limping up and looking between them as they each fell silent and watched him, Cameron's eyes darting between all of them, signaling to House that it was most likely something about him. He continued to look between them before sighing.

"You guys are so boring," he said at last when no one spoke up. Shuffling past them, they looked between each other confused for a moment before rushing after him, expecting to get some orders of something to do then to sit around and watch the other doctors struggle with the black out, or maybe he had seen something go wrong with the kid that they each had missed during their turn of watching him. "Cameron," He muttered "Go see where we are in getting the power back. Forman, go do some clinic hours or something, both of you check on the kid periodically."

"What do I do?" Chase asked as he followed House to the stairs he had struggled up earlier and stopped, wondering if the man was going to really struggle back down them or if he just felt like walking this direction, which he did happen to do every so often just to annoy his team mates, or to stretch out his leg.

"Come with me, we're going to the kid's house," House replied and Chase blinked a few times as he saw his boss take a hesitant and slow step downward. Nodding he turned on his heel and quickly darted from the stairway to rush to the glass office. Quickly as he could he shed his lab coat, tossing it on the back of the chair he normally sat in, and grabbed his coat and scarf from the rack before he looked around a moment, noticing House's coat in the adjoining office and he rushed to grab it before hurrying back to find House about half down from where Chase had left him.

Hurrying down to his side, he carefully fell into step beside him, beginning to make sure the other was safe and not going to go tumbling down the long hard steps. House raised an eyebrow, wondering where he had taken off to before spotting the jackets.

"It's cold out there," was Chase's only response to that. They took each step in turn, one by one, slowly down. House rarely used the stairs because of his leg, but it wasn't like he wasn't capable of using them. They were just hell to him. The elevator was easier and made just for people like him, but since there wasn't any power, it wasn't like they could use them. One step, then another, it took them longer then it should but they made it to thee first floor and the pace returned to normal.

A thought did cross his mind though, why didn't House take all that time to get down the stairs that he would just have to struggle up when he returned, when he could have just sent Forman with him like usual. Or even Cameron?

However, this thought was cut short when they made it outside and he noticed House walking up to where he left his bike, carefully parked so as not to get snowed on, or frozen while he worked.

Giving a nervous chuckle he shook his head and took a step back. This was perhaps another reason why he didn't want to go, Forman had a car. House didn't. "Oh no," he said causing House to look up at him from the process of removing his keys from his pocket. "I'm not riding on that thing."

"Got a better idea? If I remember, you don't have a car," House said sarcastically as he pulled the keys out and sung his leg over the side of the bike, to sit carefully on the leather seat. Locking his cane in the special clip he had crafted so he could ride and not struggle with it, he grabbed his helmet and pulled it on as he looked up at Chase, raising an eyebrow at the bundled doctor.

"You gonna walk there?" He asked, causing the other to sigh before climbing onto the back carefully and ever so gently wrapping his arms around his waist before House revved the engine. Swerving eh bike around and quickly taking off down the streets, dimly lit by the sun, now rising, announcing the brand new day, they went off to find out just what was making the kid sick.

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DMC: so? What did you think?!? It's a bit longer then I normally do (400 or so words longer so not that much but still) normally I only get up to 2000 words because of commentary. Now it's all writing!

I put the (1) to clarify ONE THING!!! It drove me NUTS for the longest time. I did not want to say "The black doctor" but saying 'him' or 'the other' or 'Forman' was over used, and I was having trouble finding a way to describe him I had not used yet. Many said it wasn't bad, but I thought it was derogatory, if I offended anyone I truly apologize as it was not intended. Thank you.

Well… reviews? Hope to see you in the next installment! XD Ciao!