Feeling Yet To Be Named

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Don't own it, and I don't know a thing about medicine. All diseases are made up by me.

Chapter 4: You guys are really annoying, you know?

House's POV

I limped to my office as Cuddy finally succeeded in drag me away from Bella. As I got there, everyone from my team was giving me weird glances.

"Uh, Earth to useless team, do you copy?" I said, waving my hand in front of me, in a mocking worried tone.

Chase and Thirteen glared at me while Foreman just shook his head.

"I can't believe it. A teenage girl, House?" He said, with disbelief filling his voice.

"What about her?"

"He doesn't know, see? I told you!" Chase yelled, turning to Foreman. Foreman frowned and started arguing with Chase, and Thirteen paired with him.

After a few minutes of boredom, I started to freak.

"Argh, I run a kindergarten." I moaned and hit Thirteen in the butt with my cane. She yelped.

"What the hell, House?" She shrieked.

"Stop arguing and focus in Bella!" I ordered, in a voice that didn't allow any other argument. My serious voice. If anything happened to Bella because of my idiot team, someone would die…

They all seem to wake up at that and started offering theories

"Mark syndrome?" Thirteen said.

"Would explain the heart problem that is causing the pass outs." I thought about that for a second. It was worth trying. I nodded.

"Do the tests for Mark Syndrome and meanwhile start treating her for auto immune" And then I walked out of my office, only to be pushed into an empty office by Wilson.

"If you wanted a quickie, you just had to ask, you know?" I mocked him. He sighed in exasperation.

"Shut up, House, I'm serious"

"Do tell what's bothering you great Sensei!"

"What's going on between you and Bella?" He asked.

"You're not the first one to ask"

"Just answer it"

"There's nothing going on" I was lying.

"Don't lie to me. You stayed with her all night, and wouldn't tell us why"

"I was worried about a patient, is that so terrible? I'm a doctor!" I said in a duh tone.

"You never worry about a patient House, you despise them" Wilson was right.

Uh… What if there really is something going on? What if- Uh oh, what if I'm falling in love with her? The symptoms are all there: racing heart, smile on my face, and incapability of denying her anything… Maybe I'm sick, that would be better!

"House, are you having an epiphany or something?" Wilson asked, confused, and I realized I had dozed off for longer than I planned.

"No, I just got bored of your talk"

"You are in love with her" Wilson stated, looking completely surprised, as if he wasn't expecting to be right.

"I'm not" I denied.

"Yes. Yes you are. House! She is just eighteen!" He scolded, almost shouting.

"Shhhhhh! Ok, I love her and so what?" I admitted it. I admitted it for the very first time. I, Gregory House, am in love with some idiot teenager!

"Now… well, I don't know!" And with this he walked off.

Bella's POV

As soon as it started I knew it was a dream, mainly because of three things.

First, I was at the middle of a forest.

Second, there was a cane floating in the air.

Third, Edward was standing right in front of me, holding my hands in his.

"Bella" Edward whispered, moving closer to me, until our faces were just inches apart. Honestly, it ripped the hole in my chest open again and bleeding full speed. I wanted him so bad, so freaking bad, but it wasn't right anymore, it didn't feelright.

Just as our mouths were about to touch, I heard another voice. It was rough, warm, intoxicating and definitely human. I knew that voice.

"Bella!" House called, and suddenly I could hear as clearly as a vampire, and heard him running through the forest. His cane, which was floating in the air, started flying over to the edge of the clearing I was in until House came out of the tree line and picked it up.

Edward turned to me, fire in his eyes.

"What is this? Bella, who is this guy?" He asked, spitting venom in his words.

"This is Doctor House, I've been sick" I explained him. He didn't seem worried at all, just angry.

"Oh, so I leave you and you think you can just, what? Move on and meet another guy?"

"Uh…He's not another guy. He is a doctor!" I shouted. He was being so selfish!

"I didn't ask what he did for living" Edward retorted, screaming

"You know what? You were the one to leave me, now deal with it!" I yelled.

Meanwhile, House had started limping towards us. A small part of my mind wondered why couldn't he just walk normally now if he had just been running minutes ago.

Edward's grip on my wrists tightened and he glared first at House and then at me. His hands were so strong that they were threatening to break my wrists. House looked angry. Well, angry would be the understatement of the year. He was furious.

"Hands off her, bastard!" He was so angry that his voice was suffocated.

"I'm her boyfriend"

"No, you're not. Now, let her go, you're hurting her, asshole!" House punched Edward in the face. Surprisingly, his head turned violently and he fell backwards. He then got up, testing his nose to see if it was broken.

He walked threateningly to House, but suddenly his cane turned into an AK47 and he started shooting Edward, who fell with a loud 'thump'. I felt like I should be crying and begging him to stop but could only feel shocked. I didn't want anyone to die; I just didn't like Edward anymore!

Wait! Was it true, then? I didn't love Edward anymore? Was it safe to say his name? I decided to call other name instead.

"House…" He turned to me, his electric blue eyes holding me where I was, unable to move.

"I did it to protect you"

"I… Thank you" That was the best I could think of. House's eyes shone playfully for a moment before he raised the AK 47 and broke it into two. I stared at him, my jaw on the floor, but scolded myself. This was a dream after all.

House moved closer to me, I could feel in warm breath on my face. I tried to move but found out I couldn't. I didn't want to. I closed my eyes and counted the time by heartbeats. It only took one for him to close the space between us and brush his rough lips against mine. It only lasted a second, but it was the most incredible second I ever had. We kissed again, this time more forcefully. Our kisses were growing more passionate, more desperate. Like we needed each other and couldn't get it fast enough. He pulled apart.

"You're eighteen. I'm almost fifty" He said.

"It doesn't matter"

"You're right" We kissed again, his cane/AK 47 forgotten on the ground by our side. His hands came to hold the small of my back and the back of my neck, as our mouths danced together, our tongues intertwining.

Then, all of a sudden…I woke up.

I woke up to a hospital room and a sleeping House on a chair by my side. I touched my lips as I blushed, remembering the dream I had had just a few seconds ago.

I saw his cane on my bed and half expected it to turn into an AK 47. But it didn't; of course it didn't. Canes don't turn into AK 47s. It was just a dream, that's all. A really good dream.

So, this is the new chapter. Diseases invented by me. Maybe they do exist, but probably don't. Well, hope you liked it.