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Chapter 2

House was in his office, the music of A Clockwork Orange's 'Hymn to joy' filled the room, so that even Wilson could hear it from his office.

His team entered the conference room, staring at him in the other room: legs on the desk and cane rolling slowly in his hand.

"One of these days he'll become deaf" Foreman snorted.

"It's disturbing as combination..." Chase said disgusted.

"What? House and Beethoven?" Foreman asked.

"A Clockwork Orange and House" Chase explained.

Foreman and Cameron looked at him puzzled, Chase felt their eyes on him.

"Come on! He has already the cane, If you imagine him with a cylinder and the fake eyelashes around the right eye...He's the same!".

"He is not the same" Cameron smirked.

Foreman grinned amused "Cameron is right: he has the Vicodin, they had milk".

Cameron looked at him annoyed as Chase and Foreman chuckled.

"Ok, Cameron will do it, she's good at these things" Chase sighed after a while.

"No way! I brought him the case, you have both the vocal cords functioning, sort it out yourself!" she argued.

Chase saw House tormenting his leg.

"I'll do the clinic for you" Chase offered her.

Cameron stood up fuming.

'Why it always has to be me in these situations? As If it was easier for me' she thought.

Foreman smiled and put his arms around the soulders of Cameron and Chase, heading them towards the office of House.

"Guys, he'd kill us one at a time. Unity is strength, so If we'll go together inside, he can't ask anyone for the Vicodin" Foreman explained.

Second movement, he was conducting an imaginary orchestra and choir.

Foreman pushed them toward the door, following them.

House, who was looking through his drawers now, looked up at them.

"Ok Cameron, I won't fire you but tell me where you put my Vicodin. I know that you need it to find the courage to sleep with Chase, but I've chronic pains" he said immediately.

Cameron got nervous but tried not to show it but when it came to her, those blue eyes noticed everything.

"Sullivan has arrived" she said briefly.

House reached out, looking into his backpack.

His team looked at each other and then he looked at them.

"Tests?".

"We haven't done them" Foreman said slowly.

"Why are you here then?".

"The problem is that we...can't" Chase tried to explain.

"I know, It's so hard to draw blood from a kid. I still can't understand how the nurses can do it" he faked amazement.

"He can't stay still not even for a second. We tried everything" Foreman snorted.

"But a shot in the head, I guess" House turned to Cameron "And you? Not even my fairy with gold hands has been able to come closer to the infant?" he pouted.

"I was in the clinic, they forced me to come here" she glared at them.

House stood up grinning. He passed almost touching her, he wanted to see If she was serious at doing the cold bitch with him...No, she wasn't serious since she avoided any contact with him.

"What about Mom and Dad?" House asked.

"I think that they are not very present in his life. The father has not seen him yet and the mother has just made things worse" Foreman explained.

House went out and headed to his patient's room, followed by his team.

"Probably he was raised by his nanny like Chase".

"But I-" Chase started.

"Oh hey, there's nothing wrong, it explains your repressed homosexuality".

House stopped in front of the patient's door. The child was giving a hard time to two nurses who were trying to put the IV in his arm. House grinned amused.

"He's like all the rich spoiled brats".

The boy threw all his pillows to the nurses.

"Or like all the alone children...scared, who wouldn't be in his place? In a hospital bed, surrounded by strangers and no one to comfort him" Cameron said thoughtfully.

House looked at her stunned as she observed the boy through the glass walls. He smirked and took her by the sleeve of her whitecoat. She was taken aback, from time to time he did these unexpected gestures...

"Ok, since your useless bad and ugly coworkers didn't work, we'll try with the good and the beautiful while the two of you go to mommy and make her tell you everything" House ordered.

House entered the room while the kid kept squirming. House hadn't still left her sleeve and he motioned to the nurses to go out.

Edward Jr. was one of those children that you see in advertising, with curly blond hair and blue eyes. If it hadn't been for his pale skin, he would have seemed a healthy child. But even If he was sick, he didn't stay still in bed, screaming like a madman.

House hit loudly the bed with his cane and the boy spun around frightened.

"Be careful! You've to be very careful Dim If you want to stay alive!" House said theatrically.

Edward stared at House and Cameron looked at House astonished.

He left her sleeve and spoke in her ear, brushing her skin "I knew that watching A Clockwork Orange endleslly would be useful sooner or later" he muttered.

Cameron stared at him with wide eyes and then turned to the child, smiling sweetly immediately. He had brought her there for a reason, he picked up a pillow from the floor and approaced the bed. They were staring at her, but with different reasons.

"Hi Edward" Cameron started.

She went to him to fix his pillow and the kid initially moved far away from her, but when she moved away a blond curl from his forehead with a gesture full of affection, he suddenly calmed down. He let her fix his IV while he didn't take his eyes off her. Cameron took a syringe and took a sample of his blood, she smiled when he didn't even flinch.

"All done, it was not so bad right?" she asked.

Edward smiled and shook his head,

House, who had stayed on the sidelines until then, approached the bed again.

She turned to him.

"Now that Beelzebub has calmed down, do all the tests, MRI included" House ordered.

She nodded as he left the room going to his office. He entered and rested his forehead against the glass door. He rubbed his face frustrated.

'Why the hell I have this headache?' he thought.

When she had made that gesture to the child?

But above all, why his lips'd not stop throbbing?

TBC...