Okay, so far we have House/Wilson, ENB/Cuddy, and Foreman/Chase. Why oh why is this fic so slashy? Though to be fair to me, Eros(Cupid) is the patron of male love. A quite interesting fact there for ya.
When Foreman goes to the bathroom, Chase immediately asks Cameron if there is anything on his face. She tells him there nothing there but he isn't convinced. There has to be some reason Foreman was focusing so intently on his face.
While Foreman washes his hands, he checks to make sure he looks alright. Normally he doesn't give a damnb but for some inexplicable reason, he wanted to look nice. He didn't want to impress anyone, but maybe he should. Yeah, he could use another person in his life. Maybe someone blond with an nice accent. He couldn't think of anyone who really fit the bill around here. Or at least no one who wasn't a complete bitch. The only one who come close to that would be Chase, but that wouldn't work. Why would he even want it to work? He dries his hands and leaves the restroom, his thoughts still focused on the idea of him and Chase.
"Hey Chase," Foreman says as he slides back into the booth, completely ignoring Cameron.
They make small talk as they finish their food. Chase tells a bad joke and Foreman laughs like it's the most hilarious thing that's ever been said in the history of mankind. This makes Cameron look at him in disbelief. Foreman hardly ever smiles, let alone laughs. No way he thought that was funny. She loves Chase and all, but he was seriously not made for comedy. Something is going on here and she intends to find out what.
House is playing Sudoku when a short, blond man with a surgical mask over his face walks into his office.
"So has the bird flu come to New Jersey?" he asks the stranger and looks up from his game.
"No, I just don't want to get you sick," the man says.
"Well one crazy method you could use is staying away from people. I assume that you've already gotten a doctor to examine you and you're unsatisfied with their dignosis or you want me to examine you. Sorry, it'll take more than money to persuade me. Your soul would be a nice starting price," House tells him.
"I already know why I'm sick. I wouldn't have come to you at all if I hadn't already infected a couple of other people," he says.
"If you know the prognosis than you can just tell them and they can get treatment," he says, annoyed. He seriously doesn't understand why people can't just think these things out themselves.
"It's more complicated that," he says, looking really uncomfortable. "You see, all I have is the flu. I accidentally coughed on a doctor and a nurse here and it seems they're sick too. They've also infected another doctor."
"They've had their flu shots. They shouldn't be getting sick," House says, a little more interested now.
"It's not really that they've got the flu that worries me. Although I'm not happy about that either. It's that I'm," he pauses, wondering if he should really tell him. "I am really Eros. Or Cupid, if you prefer. God of erotic love," he finally says.
"Uh-huh. And I should believe you why?" House says, becoming disinterested again. Either this guy was trying to mess with him or was wrong in the head. Both are boring diagnoses.
"I could show you my divine form but there is a great possibility that you would turn into dust. I could make you fall in love with next person who walks by here. I'm not sure I could make you fall out of love again," Cupid says.
"Yeah. Let's say you are who you say you are. What's so bad about a few people getting the flu from you? So they'll be sick for a while. What's so important that you had to come to me?" House asks.
"Umm…they fell in love with the first person they saw," the god says. "Here's my laptop. It's got every person in the world's profile on it. Each one has who they've felt strongly about ever in their life." He turns the laptop towards House. Cupid had put the three thumbnails of those who had fallen spontaneously in love up. House leans forward and drags the mouse over to the James Wilson file. He double clicks on it and a line graph takes up most of the page while two files were at the bottom. One that read LOVERS and the other that read FRIENDS. Above the graph was his own name. Every few seconds the graph would move forward. The line had move past friends and was heading even further into love.
House decides he's seen enough of that. He goes back and clicks on the Brenda Previn file. He was highly amused by what he saw there. He goes back and clicks on the last file, Eric Foreman. That one was even better.
"So evil Nurse Brenda has fallen in love with Cuddy and Foreman has fallen in love with Chase. Maybe we don't have to fix this quite yet," House says. Brenda and Cuddy would be the epitome of hotness and Chase and Foreman would just be plain entertainment. Especially if Cameron stepped into to defend her property. That would be the bitch fight of the century.
"Don't forget about Dr. Wilson having the hots for you. If I'm guessing right, the next stage will be insatiable lust," Cupid reminds him.
"Way to ruin the mood," House mutters. "Okay, so how do you expect me to cure them? Sprinkle my magic fairy dust on them? Oh wait, you did that and now Wilson is going to come after me with a pant's full of expectations."
"I don't know what to do. You're supposed to be the genius," Cupid snaps.
"It doesn't take a genius to cover his mouth when he coughs," House shoots back. "Okay, I'll work on it. First thing we'll do is see about getting them in isolation. No way am I letting a lovesick Wilson be on the loose especially if he's lovesick for me." He needs to get his team. If he's going to do this he's not doing it alone.