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Warning: This work may be offensive to some readers. References are also made to medical stuff. Feel free to back out if need be.

Author's Note: I just needed to get a link out of my way. I wasn't intending to do another chapter quite so soon. Especially this close to the end of the month.

Submitting Info:
Stacked with: Hogwarts (Term 15); MC4A (Year 4)
Individual Challenges: Not Stupid; Fix-It Felix; Medic MC (x2); Neurodivergent; Disabled; Ship Sails; Zed Era; New Fandom Smell; In a Flash; The Real MC; Two Cakes (Y); Eating Cake (Y); Green Ribbon
House: Slytherin
Assignment No.: Term 15 – Assignment 01
Subject (Task No.): n/a
Other Hogwarts Challenges: Yearly Scavenger Hunt [53](Poem/Song Inspiration); 365 [350](Boss & Employee); Fantastic Beasts [93](Muggle AU)
Other MC4A Challenges: SuB [](); AU [4A](Divorced/Widowed);Ship (n/a)[SuMic2](Fusion/Crossover); Chim [Xylit](Protection; "Don't Fear the Reaper" by Blue Oyster Cult); Fire [x3](Flasher; Deck Hands; All About Family); Garden [Chores (Writing/Reading); Flowers (Tangerine)]
Representation(s): Allison Cameron/Robert Chase; Autistic Gregory House
Primary & Secondary Bonus Challenges: For the Vine; Lovely Coconuts; Second Verse (Ladylike; Not a Lamp; White Dress; Found Family; Nontraditional; Sneeze Weasel; Nightingale; Spinning Plates; Unwanted Advice); Chorus (Pocky Pockets; Wabi Sabi; Bee Haven; Machismo; Peddling Pots; Tomorrow's Shade; Larger than Life; Unicorn); Demo 1 (Muck & Slime; Queen Bee; Under the Bridge);
Tertiary & Generic Bonus Challenges: T3 (Terse; Toad); SN (Rail; Negate); O3 (Ox); War (Obstruction; Ennui)
Word Count: 570 words

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House & Homes
Priorities
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"This place is a mess."

Allison looked up as she moved to through the hallway to the overflow section of the ER. She had recognized the voice. House was very distinctive, on multiple levels and in multiple ways. But something pinged her radar as off about the man. She paused, wasting precious seconds that she didn't really have to waste, and squinted at him in suspicion.

House met her eyes without any qualms and took a long suck on the straw of his drink. By the tangerine sun on the cup, it was from the cafeteria. House didn't drink anything that would come in that type of cup, if he didn't grab a bottled option. He had to be making some kind of point by doing so now, but Allison couldn't figure it out.

Robert had always been better at that sort of thing, almost as good at translating House into real person as Wilson or Cuddy.

"Welcome to a world without nurses," Allison quipped to buy herself time. House gave another deliberate suck of his drink before shrugging like nothing mattered.

"I wouldn't know," he said. "I don't use them."

Allison rolled her eyes and turned back towards her chaotic domain. She didn't know why he was even there. He certainly wasn't going to help out, not even if Cuddy had managed to actually find him to order him to help out. Actually...

"Isn't Cuddy looking for you?"

"That's why I'm here," he answered as he slid into chair in an abandoned duty station. "This is the last place she'll be looking for me. I needed to throw her off the scent so that she won't be upset about what I'm currently hiding in my office."

Allison shook her head. What did she even expect? This was House, after all. It wasn't like he was ever going to make sense. She wasn't going to ask about the obvious bait in his last statement. That way led towards even more insanity. She had enough to deal with at the moment.

"You could try actually helping out," she replied instead as she checked over a stabilized patient's trach tube. She noted the observation on his chart. "That would really distract her."

"Is this guy Canadian?" House asked suddenly. Looking up, Allison noticed that House had moved out of the duty station. The patient he was now in front of was one that she had been shuffling down the list for most of the day.

"He's low priority," she said neutrally. It even had the benefit of being true. She certain wasn't going to admit that she was also doing it because his wife was one of the strikers. It was petty.

"Is that a 'yes'?" he responded over his shoulder, not caring about anything beyond what had caught his attention as usual. She refused to feel guilty about her decision now that there was clearly something. A bit childishly, she wished that Robert or Foreman would show up to wrangle House away.

"He's just—" she started only to be cut off by House.

"—happy," House interrupted, his tone more flat than it normally was. He straightened from where he had been leaning forward to look more closely at the man giving him a vapid smile. "Well, can't have that spreading, now can we?" He turned towards Taub and Hadley. "Pack it up, kiddos. You're done. We've got a case."

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To Be Continued
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