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Post by Butterfly Kisses on Mar 24, 2006 9:24:18 GMT 10
Yay! I finished this chapter this morning. I'm half-way through chapter 4! Anyways Enjoy!!!!!
Chapter Three
Chase looked to Cuddy, “Why are you here. Your not usually here.”
Cuddy gave him a ‘don’t mess with me’ look, “I work here don’t I. Or aren’t I allowed to eat?” They were all still giving her a quizzical look so she ploughed on, “Never mind. Listen, we’ve got a problem.”
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“Absolutely not, they’re needed for another patient.”
Cuddy looked at him in annoyance. “But lots of people could die.”
“Less patients to cure,” House replied with a smile. He continued to twirl his cane, wondering how annoying Cuddy could get in one day. She saw her eyes dart around the room quickly, trying to think of something that could convince him.
“You could catch it,” she said quickly. House rolled his eyes. Of course, what else could he expect from Cuddy.
“Oh, and your all so worried about me now are you. What happened to all the people that could die?” Cuddy gave him a stern look, and he relented, anything to stop her from bugging him. “Alright, but what are there chances of finding anything?”
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The next day, House found Cameron in the Pathology lab. She had her eye pressed to the microscope, and as House walked into the room she let out a gasp.
House gave a smirk. She always got so worried. “What? Didn’t you find anything?”
“No, the bird flu is infecting someone in the hospital.” Her voice sounded a little strange, not how it usually was. He decided to ignore it. Idiocy among his staff was a more pressing matter than only very slight strangeness in someone’s voice.
“Da Da Da Da” he said. He gave Cameron a sarcastic smile, “Though I should break the tension.”
Cameron gave him a stern look, very much like the ones Cuddy seemed to give to him, “I’m being serious.” He left himself a mental note to rid Cameron of such a stare. Like it wasn’t enough from Cuddy…..
House motioned for her to move aside and pressed his eye to the microscope. After a two second look he made an opinion. Cameron’s medical expertise had run off with the pixies. “You do notice this is just a normal flu strand,” Cameron had a slightly pink tinge on her cheek as she turned away; “Bird flu would be more complex.”
The door swung open and Cuddy stood in the doorway. “Well, if it isn’t the Wicked Witch of the East.” Cuddy seemed not to be paying attention.
“Did he pass his test?’ Cameron turned around, and House noticed she was slightly less pink. She nodded to Cuddy and then started putting away the equipment she had put out.
House looked at both of them and got a little annoyed with himself. Of course it was a test. He didn’t let his feelings show on the exterior. “Maybe you should take the test?” Cameron gave a small laugh. “So this is the reason you stop my staff from doing their job?”
“Yes, it was a drill,” Cuddy told him. “And by the way, they’re my staff.” At this House rolled his eyes, Cuddy giving him a look of deep exhaustion and leaving.
Well, that was one battle over, House told himself, starting to limp to the door.
“I thought you’d stick up for yourself more.” House froze near the door.
“Stick up for myself,” he asked vaguely, letting the question sink in a little, “I always stick up for myself. I brought you back, didn’t I?”
“You didn’t bring me back….I would have come back later but….” Cameron’s voice was weak. House gave her a look, but when she turned away, it was obvious that that look had a lot of power, however light.
“Shouldn’t you get to a patient?” Cameron asked, face still away from him.
“Shouldn’t you?”
She briefly gave House a hurt look. “I’m not using you.”
“Never said that,” House said, a little surprised.
“But you were thinking it.”
House tried another approach, “Alison I’m not going to argue with you.”
“Well what would you call this?” She asked, voice shaking slightly.
“I’m only-” Suddenly both of their pagers started beeping.
ROOM 35 NOW!
House gave Cameron a look, letting her go off in front before him. He got to the room in time to hear Forman tell Cameron, “He’s having a combustion.”
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Post by Butterfly Kisses on Apr 18, 2006 18:11:39 GMT 10
You shall ignore the double post cos I give you the rest of the fic. Enjoy folks!!
()()()()()()()()()()()()()()() Chapter Four
The team looked on with a paralysed horror. House looked at the man trying to think of some way to help the burning victim.
House suddenly let out a small gasp. Henry’s clothing was burning. “No he’s not,” he whispered to himself, limping out into the hallway, opening a nearby janitor’s cupboard.
“What does he think he’s doing? We need him here!” House heard Chase shout from Henry’s room, moving more quickly to fill up the bucket with cold water and walking as fast as he could back into the room.
“He’s not combusting,” he shouted at the ducklings.
“Yes he is,” Cameron told him furiously, “Can’t you see.”
House started pouring water on Henry, “You know over the past 300 years there have been about 200 cases of human combustion, 80% of them female. He hasn’t been drinking he’s as fit as an athlete and his whole body is burning instead of the usual localised spot.”
Suddenly Henry stoped burning and House handed the bucket to Cameron.
“See. Not combusting.” He told her, leaving the room.
********** Cameron looked around the room, which now had some things burnt and was very wet.
“What does he do…. Research these things,” she heard Chase asking Forman. “A man his age could find better things to do with his time.” Cameron avoided looking up from the place on the ground she had been staring at in disbelief, letting herself breathe in and out rhythmically.
From halfway up the hallway, they heard an annoyed shout. “I heard that!”
“And he has super-hearing.” Chase added to Forman with a grin on his face.
Cameron gave Chase a dirty look, “How can you make fun of him like that? He saved this man’s life.”
As she ran after House, Chase let out in a mutter, “Well, that’s why I wasn’t telling to you Alison.”
********** House sat in his office. He had noted that while he had been busy somebody had taken away his Nintendo DS. “Three guess’ who,” he muttered to himself sarcastically. He decided to watch the storm clouds in the sky for a while
Then, House heard the door swing open.
“Clinic! Now!”
House turned around to face her in his spinny chair. Cuddy gave him an annoyed look which he returned with a childish grin.
“Wow, that was quick.”
“And you were quick to leave the Clinic.”
He noticed Cameron standing at the back of his office. Cameron was probably the one who had tipped Cuddy off about him having nothing to do. He poked his tongue out at her and looked back to Cuddy. “I wonder why that was?”
Cuddy frowned and left the room.
As he got up, Cameron strolled forward. “Off you go, you have colds to diagnose.”
“And we should get back to our patient.”
“Yeah,” replied Cameron which a smirk.
He just gave her a glare as he started to leave.
“Oh, and Dr House?”
House turned to face her as she pulled out a silver object from her pocket and put in the first drawer of his desk.
“Try not to lose it again would you?” She said with a smile, and tapping the side of her nose her nose she left the room before him.
********** “Have you got any more symptoms?” asked Forman. Henry shook his head.
“Not that I know of,” he told the three young doctors in his room.
“Hey, what will happe-” All of a sudden Henry fell unconcious. The doctors looked at each other and then at the heart monitor, which had started to beep.
Cameron went for the curtains, while Chase and Forman prepared the defibrillators.
“Charging. Clear.” Henry’s body jerked as the defibrillator sent a shock wave through his body.
********** House gave a sigh as a fake cough came from the room he was supposed to go to. As if it wasn’t bad enough that he had to deal with boring cases, but cases which didn’t have more of a meaning than little kids trying to fool their parents made the experience worse. As he pushed the door open he wasn’t surprised to hear a mother say in a ridiculously anxious tone. “Doctor, My daughter. She just all of a sudden got really sick this morning. She had such a high fever I just-”
House held up a hand to stop her. “Go and get yourself something to drink, I’ll look at you daughter.”
The mother looked nervous but did what he told her. House pulled up a chair closer to the exam table the girl was sitting on and looked at her file.
“Mary-Anne Junaith, 8 years old. Fever and coughing.”
“My mum thought it could be some sort of whooping thing starting.”
House looked at the history. Mary-Anne’s older sister had died of whooping cough before Mary-Anne had been born. House forced a slight smile, “I doubt it,” he told the girl before him.
“Of course,” he continued, “If you’re lying to your mum, and trying to get off sick all the time no wonder she’s so worried.”
Mary-Anne looked confused. “I’m not pretending,” she told him sternly, “I’m sick. I need medicine. You’re the doctor you give me medicine.”
House gave a laugh. “Yeah, well we also tell you if you’re sick,” he told her. She looked disappointed. He gave her a smile. “I’ll tell your mum you just need some bed rest for about a day. Have fun at school tomorrow.”
The small girl gave a confused smile as House left the room.
********** “What are you doing?”
The ducklings spared a glanced to the door. House limped in, looking around the room.
“His heart is failing,” Cameron told him. No dog poop, he said to himself. He searched his mind for something that could have caused his heart to fail, along with rest of the symptoms. There was also the fact that he was an athlete to consider.
"No, it's not," House whispered.
"But....."
House ignored her and limped to Henry, slapping him on the face, waking Henry up immediately.
“Someone’s trying to get you,” House told Henry. This was met with a surprised look from everyone in the room. House gave a sigh, “First it was ‘combustion’, now it’s a non-existent heart-attack. So tell us, who hates you.”
Henry looked exhausted, leaning back into his bed he asked, “How should I know.” House gave an eye roll. The way they treat you is usually a big clue, but of course, no one’s gotten to that level of thinking yet.
“Your funeral,” was all he said out loud.
Henry let out a sigh. “For a while I had a stalker, but that was seven years ago.”
House let out a quick “Thank you” and left the room.
Chapter Five
“I want a lockdown on the hospital,” House told Cuddy limping into her office, “No visitors, just sick patients.”
Cuddy looked at him, “House, you’re interrupting a meeting, if you can tell.”
House put on a whining voice, “I want to test my hypothesis.” Cuddy gave him the look again. House just gave her a smile, his loved annoying Cuddy, besides after that trick in the morning, and being completely annoying yesterday; he felt he deserved to have a little fun bugging her.
“Find another way to do it.”
“But I need to. It’s for Henry Jackson,” house explained to her. The man who Cuddy had been meeting with turned around.
“I’m his father. Can you tell me what’s wrong with my son?”
“I’d rath…..” House stoped in mid-sentence and gave the man a strange look. Henry father matched his expression, “What?” House ignored him, leaving the room with Mr Jackerson and Cuddy watching him. He gave Cuddy a bewildered look. Cuddy just shook her head.
“What were you saying about you son?”
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House went to Room 35 only to find Henry wasn’t there anymore. He turned round and saw Chase in the corridor.
“Chase,” he called to the doctor. Chase turned round. “Where’s Henry?” he asked.
“In Room 54,” replied a confused Chase. “We moved him a more secure room.”
“Up the stairs? Thanks for that.” House started walking towards the stairs.
“There’s a lift,” Chase called to him.
“I know.”
House went to Room 54, reminding himself to torture whichever duckling had suggested the room changes. The trip up the stairs had been painful. Thankfully, he had his Vicodin tucked away in his pocket. House entered Room 54, “Henry, we’re going somewhere.”
Henry gave a look of disappointment. “Where? I like this room tons better than my old one.”
House gave a false smile. “I’m sure, but you see you kicked out Mrs Feder and she’s very very sick. And she likes this room better as well.”
Henry gave a sigh. “Fine, but I’m telling you this room is a much better room.”
House pushed the bed out of the elevator and took it back in front of Room 35. They stood in the corridor a few minutes. Nothing happened until Cuddy and Mr Jackerson They noticed Henry and House immediately.
“House! What on Earth is Henry doing out of a room? ” Cuddy shouted at him.
“I‘m waiting,” he told her, his voice filled with false excitement.
“For what, may I ask?”
“For someone to burn him or something.”
Mr Jackerson had heard enough at this. “Henry, I’m taking you home.”
House walked between Mr. Jackerson and Henry’s bed. “No, your not.”
“Don’t tell me what to do,” Mr Jackerson growled.
“If you want your son o live than do as I say.” House told him. An idea came into his mind. “Or maybe you’re trying to kill him! I’m on to you.” Cuddy buried her face in her hands. Mr Jackerson took a step forward.
“Why would I try to kill my own son?”
House gave a shrug, “Why would you grow or smoke Pot?” “I don’t.”
“I wasn’t saying that but you company seems a little lame.”
“Excuse me?” Mr Jackerson asked.
“Your company,” said House again, annunciating each syllable separately, “Seems a little lame.”
“Excuse me?” Mr Jackerson asked again.
House rolled his eyes, “maybe you need a hearing aid. Go to level 2, they’ll check you out.”
Mr Jackerson turned to Cuddy, a confused look on his face. House took Mr Jackerson’s distraction to signal Chase over.
“Run,” he whispered. Chase gave him a frown, but got Henry off the bed and ran off with him.
“Excuse me. Very sick patient coming through.” House turned back in time to see Chase knock over a few nurses, but continue running up the corridor.
“Robert!” Cuddy called, “What are you doing? Bring him back!”
“Run boy, RUN!!” called House after him following them at a slower pace.
“Where do you think you’re going,” Cuddy asked him. “Do not think you’ve heard the last of this. Excuse me Mr Jackerson, I have to take care of this business.” Mr Jackerson however, had already gone to Level 2.
“House get back here.” He looked back at Cuddy. “Do I have to?”
Cuddy gave him a false smile, “I have the upper hand. I can run, you can’t.”
House stepped into the elevator and watched her furious face as he closed the elevator door. As soon as the elevator started rising, he took out his pager, telling Chase to meet him on the top floor.
Chapter Six
House arrived at the top floor, hearing a complaint of “It’s too cold!!” from the other side of the roof. He saw Henry, sitting on the concrete ground, looking annoyed at his situation and Chase looking sick of the complaining noise coming from their patient.
“What are doing up here?” House called to Chase.
Chase gave him a thankful but confused look “You did say the top floor.”
House gave him a grin, “I meant the car park,” he told Chase, “We’re going to chuck him off.” Chase almost looked pleased, but Henry stood up horrified, “What?”
“Ha, Psyche,” House said, pointing at him with a smile. Henry appeared to be resisting the urge to come and slap him, but instead started to pace in and around House and Chase.
“Who was you mum?” House asked.
Henry gave him a confused look but answered, “She and my dad got divorced years ago.”
“Henry, your mother is trying to kill you.” Henry stoped pacing.
“That’s ridiculous. I haven’t seen her in ages. And she wouldn’t do that. She loved my like a son-”
“But you are her son,” cut in Chase shooting Henry and House confused looks.
“I knew it,” said House, “You’re adopted.”
Henry looked at him shocked, “Of course not!” House gave him a sceptic look. “How’d you know?”
“You look nothing like your dad,” House explained, “You have none of his features. So then, I thought maybe your mum had an affair, but a man of your father’s status would have had the baby aborted-”
“-or divorced,” Chase cut in again. House gave him an annoyed look. “Thank you for your interruption.” Chase gave a slight apologetic look, “Sorry, uhh, go on.”
“Your mother couldn’t have any children,” House continued, “So, they adopted you.”
“Why would she be trying to kill me then?” Henry asked confused.
“A few years after they adopted you, she found out who your real parents were, didn’t she Henry?”
“How would I know if she found out?” Henry asked.
House stared at him, boring his eyes into his, “Don’t play dumb with me. I know she was the stalker.”
Henry seemed surprised. “Well, yeah, but how’d you-”
“Hello Henry,” said a voice from the shadows.
“Mum?” Henry asked.
“Chase, the door.” Chase went for the door, and tried to stop her from coming out, but Henry’s mother pushed past him. “You’re not allowed in here,” House told her.
“I think I know where I’m allowed,” the former Mrs Jackerson told him, starting to walk towards Henry. House stepped in front of her.
“Sorry,” he said to her, “I can’t let you near him.”
“You can’t stop me from seeing my son,” she said, a venomous tone in her voice. House held up his walking stick.
“I have a walking stick and I’m not afraid to use it,” he told her.
“What are you going to do when you need it to stand,” asked Henry’s mum smugly.
“What makes you ask that?”
“It’s a walking stick,” she said as if she was trying to explain a simple concept to a five year old.
“Yeah but I might just want it to look cool,” said House, talking sunglasses out of his pocket and putting the on.
She gave a smirk, “Doubtful.”
“That’s what you think.”
Chase slowly pulled his pager out of his pocket and sent a message to Cuddy. The pager beeped and everyone looked towards him. Henry’s mother was sick of all the banter, pulling out a gun.
“Why would you kill your own son,” House asked her.
My real son was …. slaughtered by his…. parents…..” While fighting the urge to break down and sob she looked more insane than ever. The wind picked up its speed, causing her red frizzy hair to be waved around and the insanity in her eyes became clearer than ever. They needed to get out of here.
“Why would you kill him?” However confident House had sounded when he said that, there was no way around it. He was scared. More scared than he had been when he thought he could lose his leg.
“He knew,” the insane mother growled, taking a step forward again, “he knew and he never said anything. There was no proof to arrest his parents by the law, so we were forced to let them go. But he had known and not told anyone. One word from him, and his parents would have been in jail, all we had needed was a witness and he had heard them talking about it a while back before we had taken him in. I looked in his journal one day. In it he said he knew he should tell someone, but he was too scared. At that time my ex-husband and I still together, I told him that we needed to get rid of the boy, but no. Apparently Henry had become part of the family, and we weren’t getting rid of him under any circumstances. I left. My son never saw me again, but I was always there. Planing a way to end his life, to avenge the life of my child who never got to live his own.”
House advanced on her, hoping that in the middle of her dramatic speech she would be too distracted to notice him until too late. But she noticed him just it time and shot him in the arm. Henry let out a scream, running behind Chase who had used the mother’s shock of actually shooting somebody to get the gun off her.
House let out a frustrated moan as he clutched his arm to his side. Could have been worse, he tried to reassure himself. He’d take a bullet in the arm over a bullet in the heart any day. But there was no ignoring the seeping blood wound and the excruciating pain seemed to be spreading to his whole upper arm. He looked up as he heard the door open again.
“Oh my God! Security!!” House called Cuddy call. “House, you okay?”
House gave her a taut smile, “I’m fine because now I know that I was right and you should have listened to me.”
Cuddy ignored the remark, “Go to a hospital room,” she said, “I’ll have a doctor see to you.”
“I can fix myself up-” House insisted.
“Go.”
Chapter Seven
House sat in the hospital room, looking out the window. The rain had started pouring heavily after he had gotten inside. To be honest, he wouldn’t have minded to be on the other side of the glass, rain had never really bothered him. But better keep Cuddy happy. She looked pretty shaken up about having a murderous woman with a gun in her hospital.
To House, the case had been an interesting change from trying to diagnose to stopping an insane woman from killing him and two other people. From this side of it at least. Knowing everything was going to go well was a better than standing there, not sure what you were going to get yourself out of the mess.
He heard the door side forward and noticed Cameron entering, looking slightly nervous.
“I thought she was joking,” she told him, closing the door lightly behind her and having a look at his arm, “What happened?”
“I got shot. Same old, same old.”
Cameron raised an eyebrow, “Same old?” she asked, “So this happens to you a lot.”
“Yeah, I’m numeral uno on the Mafia’s hit list,” he muttered.
“Was that sarcasm?”
House smiled, “I can’t tell anymore,” he shrugged, “You know, I think I might have been once, but you know, I’m not going round and asking.”
Cameron smiled a little, and took a small step away from his arm. “Could you roll up your sleeve?”
House rolled up his sleeve slowly, the pain becoming more unbearable as the cloth brushed against it, “I really don’t think this is necessary. I can do this myself.”
Cameron ignored him, muttering, “Hold still,” she carefully took out the bullet, cleaned the wound and stitched it back up.
“Ahhh. Didn’t hurt as much as-”
“-losing your leg.”
“I didn’t lose it, I merely killed all the nerves in it,” House said to her.
“You’re all done,” Cameron told him with a smile.
“Do I get a lolly pop?” House gave Cameron puppy dog eyes. She let out a small laugh. Taking off her gloves and putting them in the small bin, she walked out the door.
House gave a grin, “Now Cameron’s gone, I can finally get to-”
Cuddy entered the hospital room, face serious and worried.
“-work,” House finished, grin gone.
“House”
“Your looking wonderful today, Dr Cuddy,” she gave him a dirty loo.
“Don’t suck up to me. I here to congratulate you on being……….right.”
“As always.”
“As always,” Cuddy admitted coldly, “Mrs Jackerson has been put under arrest for attempted murder and carrying an illegal weapon. I should have locked down the hospital like you said but-”
“You didn’t. So I got shot-”
“I know that but-”
“We saved his life.”
They pause for a moment. Cuddy glaring at House while he just started to spin his stick around again. Beeping came from Cuddy’s medical coat . She took out her pager and had a brief look.
“I have to go,” she told him.
House gave her a wave, “Have fun.” Cuddy scowled at him as she let the room. House dug his hand in his pocket finally finding his Vicodin bottle, he popped the lid open, and took out one, throwing it the air and swallowing it.
He limped out the door; his Nintendo DS was waiting for him.
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