All right, this is a fun chapter! I thought Foreman and Wilson needed some love, which was overdue! So I hope you enjoy. I really did. I'm happy with this chapter! Disclaimer: Don't own nothing!
Chapter Twenty Two: It's Superhero Time!
"Hey, Kara, what's up?" Riley said as Kara approached the tree that bordered the school's property. It was a huge tree with large roots bursting through the ground and looking as if it was trying to trip someone. Riley was perched up on one of the roots, leaning against the trunk.
"Nothing. Where's Skyler?" Kara asked, nodding to him and sitting on another root beside him. Riley shrugged and they sat in silence before Skyler exited a car and hurried over to the tree. "Skyler, way to be late!"
"Late? I'm not late." Skyler told her, frowning and checking her watch before glancing around at all the students milling around the school grounds, waiting for the bell to ring.
"You usually always show up before me." Kara pointed out indifferently. Skyler rolled her eyes heavily and collapsed on the root with Kara. "You look tired."
"I am tired. I stayed up late studying." Skyler agreed.
"Studying?" Kara asked, alarmed.
"Yeah. Don't you remember? We have like five different tests." Skyler answered, furrowing her brows at Kara.
Kara's eyes widened and she stared at Skyler. "You got to be kidding me." She whispered to her friend. Riley looked mildly surprised. Skyler frowned and shook her head. "Damn it! Why didn't you call me and remind me!" Kara cried out, putting her head in her hands. Her parents wouldn't be happy with her if she ended up flunking out of the academy. The bell rang and Kara slowly stood up, grimacing. "Here goes hell again." She muttered to herself as she trudged slowly to the school.
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Mr. Lasseder sat in his desk with the world's most stupidest grin on his face as he surveyed the classroom. His comb over was still in the same sorry state and looking at him made Kara start to sweat. It was like ninety degrees in the room and he had his sweater on and buttoned all the way up to the top. Kara scowled and glared down at the test that sat on her desk. The test was four pages long and required three short answers and a page essay over some stupid book that Kara hardly remembered reading in his class. That was countable though, since Kara usually laid her book flat on her desk and looked like she was taking notes when in reality she was doodling on a piece of paper as Mr. Lasseder read the book out loud to the class with way too much excitement.
Sighing heavily, she rubbed her forehead and circled an answer, not even sure if it was right or not. Weirdly enough, everyone seemed to not remember this test as well, except for Skyler who was the first finished. Kara finished second to last and pressed her face against the cool wood of her desk. A headache was slowly becoming apparent and she was sure, by the end of the school day, it would be full born and hurt really bad.
The bell rang loudly, startling Kara from her dazed stupor, and she pulled herself up and headed to homeroom. She sat in front of Riley and turned to face him in her desk. "Riley, what other tests do we have?" She asked worriedly.
Riley bit his lip. "Science and arithmetic for sure. I'm not sure what else." Riley answered.
"What is the test in science about?" Kara asked.
"The bones of the body. I'm gonna fail." Riley answered. Kara stared at him. "You probably know them though, since your parents are doctors."
"Yes, they're doctors, but that doesn't mean I magically inherit my parents' wits about all the bones in the freakin' body. That's like two hundred and something bones! I don't know any of them! And I'm pretty sure I'm gonna fail arithmetic too!" Kara groaned unhappily and slammed her head into Riley's desk with despair.
"Oh crap. We're both in trouble." Riley said, patting Kara's head on his desk.
Kara picked up her head and glared at him. "I'm not a puppy. Don't pat my head." She told him. Riley smiled weakly and nodded, leaning in his chair. Homeroom past by fast enough and soon she was in history. Lucky enough for Kara, she paid attention in History, only because the teacher was mildly funny. She was pretty sure she aced the test and then entered Science and that good feeling drained right out of her as a fake skeleton hung in the front of the class. They were required to pull out a sheet of paper and when the teacher pointed to a bone, they were suppose to write the answer on the paper. Kara's answers ended up being Skull, shoulder, arm bone number one, arm bone number two, and so on and so on. Arithmetic was harder than any of the other tests, because it required the most thinking. Kara struggled with some of the math and for the hell of it, on a question that said 'Find X', she circled the x and wrote 'Found It' on her paper.
The last test happened to be in Orchestra, but that was simple. It was scales. Kara played the scales on the piano flawlessly and got a grin and a thumbs up from Mr. S. Choir was a drag since they sung another cheery song that required everyone to smile, when Kara really just wanted to sulk about the tests. Finally, the bell rang and Kara was dismissed from school. With her head throbbing painfully, she trudged to the outside and waited for someone to pick her up.
The minutes ticked by and soon, there was about three kids left, waiting for their parents to pick them up. Kara fidgeted uncomfortably, staring at the road curiously. A car came up to the curb and Kara squinted her eyes at it to see who was in the car. Wilson sat in the car, waving at her from inside. Kara shouldered her backpack and stomped over to the car, flinging open the door, collapsing into the passenger seat, and slamming the door close.
Wilson offered her a quiet smile as he shifted into drive. "So, how was your day?" He asked nicely as they pulled from the curb.
"Horrible. Yours?" Kara answered briefly, crossing her arms after she had buckled herself.
"Long so far, and it isn't finished yet." Wilson answered slowly. "Why was it so horrible?"
Kara sighed. "I don't want to talk about it. You got any Tylenol?" She asked instead, throwing a glance at him.
"Not with me." He responded. "You know, talking about..."
"Look, Dr. Phil, I'm not in the mood for a lecture." Kara snapped viciously.
"Okay then." Wilson told her, faking a smile at her. They drove in silence for a few minutes.
"How's my parents?" Kara asked softly, her facial expression turned to one of geunine concern. She hadn't seen her parents since yesterday after the fight. Cameron stayed with her all night and then in the morning drove her to school.
Wilson let out a heavy sigh. "Your mother is worried that your father will get sued. Your grandfather is okay. Your grandmother wants your father and your grandfather to talk out their differences or at least both apologize. Your mother doesn't know what to do so...yeah. They're both tired but okay." He answered somberly.
Kara sighed and leaned against Wilson's arm. "So, Wonderboy, it's up to you and me to lighten the mood, right?" She asked, flashing him a brilliant smile at him.
Wilson pursed his lips, trying not to smile at her. "Just because you're House's child, doesn't mean you get to call me Wonderboy. I'm older than you." He pointed out.
"He's Wonderboy! Saving the world like playing with toys! Flies like an eagle, stings like a bee. Everything you want him to know, he'll see! A little weird at times and likes diagnosing cancer! He's totally cool and is never a dancer!" Kara sung loudly, shaking her head and body like it was some sort of hit song that ended up being his theme song. Wilson laughed.
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Kara sat at Cuddy's dining room table, staring at the piece of chicken on her fork, before glancing at her parents. House was chewing his food quietly, staring sullenly at the wall. Cuddy looked physically worn out but she tried to act a bit more animated. They were home and that was the main thing. House's father was getting better and he would be getting out of the hospital in two days. They finished dinner in silence and Kara watched television with her father as her mom finished up the dishes.
House stared at the TV quietly, his arm on the arm of the couch and his chin resting in his hand. His legs were propped up on the coffee table and his other hand was absentmindedly rubbing his thigh. Kara fought with herself to try and converse with her father, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. Instead, she chewed on her lip until it bled and it was time for her to go to bed.
Kara definitely not looking forward to school the next day and she was right. She scarcely passed the test in English and as predicted, she aced the history. Science and arithmetic she failed and was given three days to make it up. She skipped the after school tutorial that she could have used to make up the tests and was picked up by Wilson yet again.
"Wonderboy." Kara said, nodding to him as she slipped in the car.
"Kara." Wilson told her indifferently. "Your father is overlooking a surgery for his patient and your mother is in a meeting." He added before she asked the question he knew she was going to ask. She nodded and the rest of the drive was silent.
Kara made her way to her father's conference room, where she slammed her science book on the table, causing Foreman, who was in the only one in there at the time, to look up at her sharply from whatever he was doing. "Someone's not happy." Foreman offered.
Kara pursed her lips and sat in the chair right in front of him. "No, I'm not." Kara agreed, glaring down at the book before glancing over at Foreman.
"I suppose you want me to ask you what's wrong from that look, right?" Foreman asked, raising his eyebrow and putting his pen down and leaning against the back of the chair.
"It would make me happy, yes." Kara answered, nodding her head at him.
"Okay then. What's wrong?" Foreman said, crossing his arms over his chest.
Kara threw a worried look around the room, noticing that no one else could possibly hear them, before she leaned forward. "Can you keep a secret?" She asked, just in case.
"Yes, as long as it's not something your parents need to know immediately." Foreman answered truthfully.
Kara blinked at him before sighing. "I failed my bone test. I have two days left to retake it and make a seventy." Kara told him.
Foreman nodded slowly. "Bones? Like naming them?" He asked. Kara nodded. Foreman sighed and leaned forward. "You know, you're in a hospital. Everyone in here knows the bones of the body." He told her.
Kara gasped. "Really?" She asked in false surprise before turning sighing. "I know, but I don't want to ask my parents. Hellfire will come down from the clouds before I do." She said.
Foreman grinned. "I don't blame you. House, wouldn't let you live it down."
She frowned. "Thanks." There was a moment of silence as Foreman and Kara stared at each other. "So, I'm guessing that from the silence, you're offering to help me with my problem?" Kara offered.
Foreman sighed heavily, as if it was a burden. "I guess." He said sadly. He laughed and shook his head, grinning. "Yeah, I'll help you."
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"Fibula. Mandible. Maxamilla. Humerus. Pelvis. Radius. Tibula." Kara answered expertly, grinning as Foreman pointed at the few remaining bones that they had covered several times. They had been in the conference room for about an hour reviewing all the bones that Kara had to learn to past the test.
"Good. You got it. Now there's no way you'll fail." Foreman told her, closing the book that they were using. "Unless you choke." He added.
"Thanks, Foreman, for that inspiring comment." Kara said, frowning slightly at him. She hoped she wouldn't choke. She couldn't fail this. If House found out, she would be reminded it and possibly scolded for it.
"No problem, Kara." Foreman quipped happily, picking up his pen and looking down at his papers.
Just then, the door opened and House limped in followed by Cameron and Chase. House walked past the table but stopped, turning his confused expression onto Kara and Foreman. Kara drummed her fingers on the hard cover of her book and watched Foreman scribble something down. Cameron and Chase took their seats. "What is going on?" He asked slowly, frowning. Everyone slowly looked up at House, confused. "Foreman. Kara." He said quickly.
Foreman looked up at House cautiously. "House, I don't know what you're talking about." He told him.
Kara just stared stupidly at her father. House's eyebrows furrowed. He opened his mouth to say something, but the door opened to Wilson. Wilson stepped into the conference room slowly, raising an eyebrow at Kara from the tension in the room. "What's going on?" Wilson asked.
House glared at Foreman, to Kara, to Wilson. "I'm trying to figure that out from Foreman and Kara." He answered.
"Wilson, you were suppose to get here sooner!" Kara reprimanded quickly, giving him a look of disapproval. House turned to face Wilson wholly this time and Kara made a superhero pose.
"Oh! Sorry, you know, dancing and all that cancer." Wilson told her, smirking slightly.
"What?" House asked, clearly confused now.
Kara stood up and joined Wilson's side. She hit him with her elbow before clearing her throat. "Cuz he's...Wonderboy! Saving the world like playing with toys!" She sang, swinging her head.
"Flies like an eagle, stings like a bee. Everything you want him to know, he'll see!" Wilson sang, dancing in his own style.
"A little weird at times and like diagnosing cancer!" Kara said.
"He's totally cool and is never a dancer?" He said, raising an eyebrow at Kara as he busted his own move.
"Now hold on, it's time for a new superhero's turn. Look out everyone, it's the Green Lantern!" Kara said really quickly, pointing at Foreman.
Foreman's eyebrows shot up. "Bustin' my lyrics, and making peace last. Better be good or I'll whoop your ass!" Foreman quipped quickly.
Kara busted out laughing and Wilson joined in, clapping at Foreman. House, Cameron, and Chase stared at Kara, Wilson, and Foreman in disbelief. House slipped his hand into his pocket and pulled out his Vicodin, shaking it. "And I'm on drugs?" He offered questionably.
"It's superhero time, Dad." Kara told him innocently.
"Well, in that case, can I be Wolverine?" House asked, shaking his head at his strange daughter.
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Kara sighed quietly as she headed towards her mother's office. House's patient had a heart attack and everyone jumped up and exited the conference room while they were discussing on whether or not Chase was able to be Thor or Wombat Man. Lucky enough, the distraction had worked and House didn't ask Kara what her and Foreman were doing in the conference room. She didn't think she would be able to lie to him if he asked. He would find out it was about something easy. For him at least. She turned the corner.
"Kara!" Skyler's voice yelled from behind her frantically. Kara, confused, turned around and saw Skyler running for her. Her father turned the corner as well and waited there as Skyler approached her. Skyler gasped for air.
"What?" Kara asked, narrowing her eyes. What was so important that Skyler couldn't wait until tomorrow.
Skyler held up one finger at her, as she caught some more breaths. Skyler finally pulled up and cleared her throat. "Bad news." She said grimly. "Kieler's coming."
"Kieler!?" Kara exclaimed in horror, reeling back away from Skyler as if she had some infectious disease.
Skyler nodded. "Yup. Soon too. Ms. Charles told me to tell you since she couldn't get a hold of you." She said.
"But he hates me! He'll never let me...he'll hate my dad! My mom!" Kara told her worriedly.
"Kara, he's opinion matters. It's either yes or back to the orphanage." Skyler finished. Kara stared at Skyler in shock. Kieler couldn't do that. Could he?
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