Oh I forgot to put this pesky little thing in:
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Thirteen walks into the locker room and finds Foreman sitting there with an almost dreamy look on his face. This is odd. Foreman's facial expression usually doesn't vary at all. Maybe something good has happened.
Foreman looks up at her. He had somehow forgotten all about her. Must be the sickness clouding his thoughts.
She walks up to him and gives him a quick kiss on the lips. When she pulls apart, Foreman says, "You know we really shouldn't do that with me having a cold and all." This was true but he also doesn't want to kiss her because he feels like there should be someone else instead of her. He can't quite place the name of who he wants though.
She grins and replies, "Well if I get your cold we could both take the day off and find some way to make each other feel better."
He gives her a halfhearted smile but says nothing. She looks as if she is going to say something else when her pager goes off.
"It's House," she tells him, "we've got a case."
"Huh. I wonder why he didn't send me a page," Foreman muses.
"Who knows? Maybe he just assumed we were together," Thirteen says.
"House and assumptions don't get along," he says and walks out the door.
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House turns his head when he hears the conference room's door being opened and sees Thirteen and Foreman walk in together. He's irritated that Foreman decided to come along. If he tells him to go away, Foreman will want to stay out of stubbornness and curiosity. He's about to come up with some elaborate excuse to get Foreman out of here when a thought struck him.
"Have you two exchanged any bodily fluids recently?" House asks them.
"Do you really expect us to answer that?" Foreman asks.
"Have you sipped from the same cup, used the same toothbrush, anything?"
"Why are you asking?" Thirteen asks, the confusion plainly evident in her voice.
House can tell he's not going to get anything useful out of these two so he moves as quickly as he can and covers Thirteen's eyes with his hand. She tries to pry it off but he holds firm. She leans back, trying to move away from his hand but it follows. There must be some reason for House's insanity, she tells herself.
"House, what are you doing?" Foreman asks.
House ignores him and instead calls for Cupid who is his office. He puts down House's red and gray ball and rushes into the conference room.
"What's going on?" Cupid questions.
"Can she fall in love with me just from seeing my hand, or does she need to see my face?" House asks
"Why? Is she infected?" Cupid asks, alarmed.
"I think so. I would know for sure if these two idiots would answer my question," House says.
"We had a quick kiss, okay?" Thirteen says, wondering what was going on.
"That's a yes then. Okay, she needs to see your face to fall in love with you," Cupid informs.
"How long does it take to kick in?" House says, worried she might have already fallen in love.
"Depends on the person. Some fall in love instantaneously, others in a few minutes," Cupid says.
"We'll just have to hope she hasn't yet," House says grimly.
Foreman heard this whole exchange going on and was extremely confused. "What the hell is going on? Who is he?" he asks, pointing at Cupid. At this moment Kutner walks in with Taub following him.
"Good. Now I don't have to explain it twice," House says. He turns to Kutner and tells him, "Go find me something I can use as a blindfold." He's a little confused about the request and how House has his hands over Thirteen's eyes but he does it anyway.
"Okay, this is Cupid. Cupid, team. Team, Cupid. Wh-"
"Cupid? As in midget with wings and a bow and arrow Cupid?" Foreman asks, cutting off what House was about to say.
"That look died out ages ago," Cupid scoffs.
"Anyway, back to what I was saying. Cupid here got the flu and coughed it all over Wilson and Nurse Brenda. She subsequently gave it to you and you just gave it to Thirteen. Nice going. Well, his flu made you all fall in love with the sort of first person you saw," House says and Kutner comes in with a shirt in his hands.
"Only thing I could find that would be dark enough," Kutner says.
"Thirteen, close your eyes," House says. He feels her eyelashes against his palms so he lets go. He takes the shirt from Kutner and ties it around her head.
"Hey! Be gentle," she tells him.
"Okay, that should do it," he says, satisfied. He gets Cupid's laptop and sets in down on the desk. Taub moves so he can see the screen better.
"These three are those infected," House says and clicks on the Eric Foreman file.
"Oh God. I can't be in love with…" Foreman can't say the name above the graph.
"Are you sure? You sure you don't feel any warm, fuzzy feelings toward Chase?" House prods.
"Chase?" Thirteen asks, not sure if she should be outraged or not. Foreman says nothing and just stares at the screen.
"Enough of that. Here's Brenda's file," He clicks on the file. Everyone on the team, excluding Thirteen, raises their eyebrows.
"Brenda and Cuddy," Kutner says, savoring it.
"House, I wouldn't expect you to want to stop that," Foreman says, trying to shield his mind from the feelings he has for Chase.
"Normally, I wouldn't. But there's one last person," House hesitantly opens the James Wilson file. They all lean in closer to the laptop. Once they see the name, House can see they are clearly amused.
"You know, maybe we shouldn't stop this," Kutner says.
"Watch it. I'll infect you while you sleep," House growls. "We need to figure out to cure them."
"We could just let them get better on their own," Taub suggests.
"Still a good chance they'll still be in love," Cupid says and at that moment Wilson walks in.