#dr Cuddy I don’t want to do them so I won’t

[avie-ary]

Sorry but it is just absolutely off the wall that House can commit 47 war crimes, 19 OSHA violations, and qualify for 24 medical malpractice suits and Cuddy’s only concern is if he has enough clinic hours this week

[catholickedd]

if you need to be mean, be mean to me

(a hilson fic)

a/n: this is my first time ever writing a full-length fic!! feel free to criticize. i had so much fun writing this & i hope you enjoy it!

tags: @sillyhyperfixator @danexist @rapidlydecayingcorpse

chapter 1

“And the patient is still refusing to cooperate?” Dr. Gregory House asked, before shaking two Vicodin into his hand and downing them. It was too early to be dealing with this bullshit.

“Yes,” Dr. Cameron replied, her hands folded on the table. She looked exhausted. “He won’t agree to even the least invasive treatments or tests.”

“Then why does he even have a bed?”

“He collapsed in public and was brought here by ambulance. He’s tried to escape multiple times, but his condition is severe and we can’t let him leave in that state,” Dr. Chase explained.

“If he wants to die so badly, let him die, for fuck’s sake!”

“I know you love to ignore it, House, but there’s a little thing called the Hippocratic Oath that forbids us from things like that.”

House let out a loud and obnoxious sigh that dragged on for an almost awkward amount of time. He had to do everything himself around here.

“Let me deal with it,” he said exasperatedly, and walked out without elaborating.

The fellows exchanged a look. “I don’t like the sound of that,” Foreman muttered.

“Nothing we can do now except sit back and watch the show,” Chase replied, putting his hands behind his head and resting his feet on the table.

“I’ll get the popcorn,” said Cameron.

–

Wilson had been busy, but he’d forgotten what he was working on as soon as he heard House limping into the lobby. “Uh-oh,” he said with a small smile, putting down the papers he was sifting through and dropping into the easy rhythm he and House had, walking side by side. “You’ve got that look on your face.”

“What look? I don’t have a look,” House said defensively.

“You have all sorts of looks.”

“Then what’s this one? Allegedly?” The last word was said with a sarcastic emphasis and a turn toward Wilson.

“The look when you’ve done something that’s going to get you in trouble and you want to tell me about it.”

“Well, you’re wrong. I haven’t committed one act of medical malpractice today.”

“I think just you being in the building is considered malpractice at this point.”

“That’s what they pay the lawyers for.”

“They must pay them pretty damn well.”

“Not enough, from what Stacy used to tell me.”

Wilson was about to make another witty remark when Cuddy’s voice cut through the hall and stopped the two doctors in their tracks. “HOUSE.”

“Uh-oh,” House said, raising his eyebrows performatively. “Somebody’s in trouble.”

Wilson rolled his eyes and smiled.

“You anesthetized a patient without their knowledge or consent, and then performed a series of tests the patient explicitly refused to have done?”

Wilson smiled to himself.

“Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t. Who’s to say?”

“God, you are insufferable! Do you realize the consequences we could face for this?”

“Oh, don’t act like this is anywhere near the first time I’ve done something like this,” House said with a roll of his eyes, turning to continue his walk with Wilson. “It’ll all work out in the end. Trust me.”

“The patient’s mother is a member of the hospital Board.”

House froze. “She’s what?”

“She wouldn’t let you know because she didn’t want that to influence your treatment of the patient. Look where that got us. They’re holding a meeting this afternoon. Good luck getting past this one without a court summons.” Cuddy turned on her heel and walked angrily back into her office.

Wilson and House shared a look, House’s expression expectant. Wilson sighed and rolled his eyes. “Yes, I’ll cover your ass again.”

House gave Wilson a wry smile. “Thanks, Jimmy,” he said in a half-sarcastic tone, and walked away.

Wilson watched him go for longer than he should have, then shook his head and got back to work.

–

The next time House saw Wilson, he was bursting through the doors of his office as House sat with his feet up on his desk. The sun was dipping down into the New Jersey horizon, and Wilson was dressed to leave in a black trench coat which swished behind him as he entered the room. His face was flushed, and he was clearly distressed.

“They’re reviewing both our jobs, House.”

House stood up, hands on the desk to balance him. “They can’t fire me,” he said, a hint of a hint of a waver in his voice. “I’m the best doctor in New Jersey. ”

“They’re spending too much on lawyers to keep you out of malpractice suits. They needed a unanimous vote to fire you, and I vouched for you because of course, because that’s what I do, and now they’re thinking about firing me along with you, and House, I don’t think I can do this anymore. I stick my neck out for you again and again, and for what? All you do is take and take and you never give anything back, and-”

“Why?”

“Why what? I-”

“Why would you do that, in the first place? You never had to do everything you did for me, but you did, you just kept doing it.”

“Because I’m a good person, House! Maybe you don’t understand that, but-”

“No. Even good people burn out after a while of giving to dickheads like me. There’s something else. There’s something you want.”

“All I wanted was to be kind! Maybe if I gave you what you wanted, maybe you wouldn’t be so miserable for once-”

“Why?”

“Because I’m in love with you!”

Everything stopped. Wilson seemed to realize what words had just come out of his mouth and sat down on the couch, head in his hands.

“And I thought maybe…someday, you’d look at me that way, and I just kept waiting, hoping you would say something, but you never did.”

Silence. House’s head was cocked, looking at Wilson. When the silence became too much to bear, Wilson took his hands off his face and stood up.

“Well? Say something! Say anything, Greg!” He tried to hide the tears that were rolling down his face.

House looked away.

“Fine,” Wilson hissed through his teeth. “Goodbye.” And he slammed the glass door behind him as he left.

Wilson hadn’t noticed in the dim evening light, but House was crying too.

–

Wilson was drunk. Drunker than he had been in recent memory. He was lying on the couch with one arm and one leg draped over the back, open whiskey bottle in the hand that hung toward the floor. His apartment was dirty, he was wearing heather-gray sweatpants and an old t-shirt, and he felt like dying. He was listening to the Tallahassee album by The Mountain Goats through the headphones connected to his iPod, and for this reason he didn’t hear the knocking on the door the first few times it happened, and ignored it the next couple of times. When it became clear the knocker wasn’t going to leave, Wilson got up to open the door, hoping it wasn’t House and praying that it was.

Unfortunately, his prayers were answered. He was standing there, in the same clothes Wilson had last seen him in, leaning against the doorframe, head turned to the side. “Thought you’d never open the door,” he said, playing with his cane.

Wilson began to close the door.

“No, no, no, no, waitwaitwait-'' The door closed on House’s cane, which he had stuck in the gap. Annoyed, Wilson reopened the door. “What?” he asked flatly.

“Jim…you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for you to say that.”

Wilson dug his nails into his palm. He’d probably fallen asleep on the couch and that’s where he was right now, dreaming this. Because it couldn’t be real. It couldn’t be this perfect.

House took a deep breath.

“AndIneversaidanythingbecauseyouweremarriedandthenyouwerealwaysflirtingwithwomenandweweresupposedtojustbefriends, Ithoughtthatwas justhowpeoplefeltabouttheirfriendsbutIknewitwasn’t,andIlovedotherwomenbuttheyweren’tyoubecauseyouweredifferent, Wilson, you were everything, and I don’t know what I would do if I lost you, and-“

Suddenly Wilson was grabbing House’s tie and pulling him until their faces were only inches apart and they could hear each other’s soft breathing as their eyes met and locked.

God, the alcohol had made him bold. But how long had he waited to have House’s lips against his? How long had he waited for what he hoped was about to happen? He moved one hand to the back of House’s neck.

“Shut up and fuck me already,” Wilson whispered, and pulled him in for a hard kiss.

————

The morning came far too soon, as it always seemed to. Wilson was incredibly hungover and had one of the worst headaches of his life.

But he forgot it all the moment he realized he had one hand pressed against Gregory House’s bare chest, his head resting near his shoulder, and his other hand loosely placed against his back. He felt the other man’s soft breathing, his chest rising and falling in a calming rhythm. He had a peacefulness that he had never seen in the waking House, and therefore Wilson lay back and appreciated it, appreciated that there was nowhere in the entire world he’d rather be than right here, House’s breath soft on his ear, chest hair rough against his palm.

“This is it,” he thought. “This is what I’ve been waiting for all this time.”

He lay and watched the sleeping man for a bit longer.

Wilson’s breathing patterns changing must have stirred House, because his blue eyes opened before too long. Realizing where he was (and who he was with,) he smiled and pressed a light kiss to Wilson’s neck and then to his mouth.

“You have terrible morning breath,” Wilson said.

“Good morning to you too,” replied House.

Wilson smiled. “Do you want coffee?”

“Of course I do.”

“I’ll make some.”

“Black, no sug-“

“I know how you take your coffee, House,” Wilson said with a smile and pulled on a t-shirt.

House watched him leave the room and lay his head back against the pillow.

Sometimes the world was good.

————

[selttiks4313]

If I were smart or patient enough I would write the best spn/house au and it would be so so so good you guys.

Imagine if you will…

Non spn/human au

Dean takes care of Sammy (obv) and whenever he’s sick they go to the free clinic. John brings them once or twice. House clocks John as an alcoholic probably. Knows he’s ex military (the way Dean calls him sir etc.) and feels for the boys because we all know houses dad was a pos too. Treats John like shit but good with Sam. (Good in deans eyes, even better in Sam’s)

Eventually John stops coming around (dead? Lost custody? Idk idc) and it’s just Dean at Sammy’s apts. (maybe Bobby or Ellen in an emergency?? House could ask Sam where his brother is etc.)

House and Dean vibe even when he’s young. Dean just wants to get in and get out and not waste his or houses time. Sammy doesn’t complain either which is unlike most kids. House is an ass but Dean enjoys those visits more than when he sees other providers.

(I feel like Dean comes in one day (an adult at drinking age atp) and house wants to kill time to piss off Cuddy and Dean doesn’t wanna go back to work. This is when the primary bonding happens.)

They watch general hospital together in the exam room and talk about dr sexy. They leer at nurses and Cuddy. They talk about deans car and houses bike. Having shitty dads. Music, bad horror movies.

Dean likes Wilson too. He comes around sometimes and seems nice enough. Dean notices something is kinda up with those two but it isn’t his business. Wilson’s third wife sounds unbearable.

They don’t ever hangout or anything. (Unless? Maybe they run into each other at a bar a few times? Moody drinking and talking music or something equally them. But never intentionally hanging out) Their worlds don’t blur that much. I’m thinking more like random hijinx leading them to having several interactions (10+?) over the years.

Charlie breaks an arm or something. Benny needs stitches and won’t let Dean do it. Bobby’s been sick for two months and refuses to be seen until Dean makes him go in. STD check up (House would have a field day with this) IDK just random instances to where they have a bit of familiarity with one another.

I feel like House would call Dean “the ken doll” Winchester. Dean would flirt with Cameron and House would be delighted. Etc etc. Just random instances through out the years where they recognize and respect each other. Nothing more.

Until

Cas gets sick. Weird sick, needs houses expertise sick. No one at the clinic is taking Dean’s concerns about Cas seriously. (I feel like Cas having major personality changes would be Interesting maybe?? Like combo of godstiel/insane Cas. Maybe a seizure or two?? Idk something!) Until Dean sees House in the hallway. House agrees to see him because he likes Dean and he’s bored.

Normal medical malpractice ensues blah blah blah

But

Deans reaction to Cas being sick is unsettling to house. They’re just friends right? This is the guy Deans mentioned to him in passing before?

But why does Dean look at him (Cas) like that? Why is he holding his hand? Why did he brush the hair out of his eyes?

Dean once referred to this Cas guy as his own Wilson. But House doesn’t look at Wilson like that, does he?? *Insert House spiral here*

Wilson also gets nervous watching them together or hearing them talk about each other. I think he and Cas need to bond. Both in love with grumpy men who are too afraid to allow themselves to love.

Oooo Cas reprimanding Dean for being rude in almost identical fashion to how Wilson did to House before they entered the room. That would be hilarious.

Speaking of hilarious. Very funny to imagine the ducklings searching Deans place. (Not the bunker. Maybe Bobbys? Maybe an apt above the roadhouse?)

I just know they would have lots to say. Forced masculinity comments with the nudie magazines/calendars etc. Surprisingly good/healthy ingredients/food in the house? Dean cooks apparently. Books on mechanical engineering and fantasy/sci-fi novels.

I feel like he and Cas need to be roommates for some reason in this 🤔. Maybe Cas has just moved in? Escaped his family’s religious extremist right wing bs. Maybe he doesn’t even have a room yet??? Maybe he and Dean share.

Ducklings taking bets on if Dean and Cas are dating, besties, or in love but repressed. “Sounds like two other men best friends that we know” *foreman voice*

House saves Cas because of course he does. Dean cries and rests their foreheads together and House feels uncomfy watching this and skedaddles.

Something about seeing them together will push him and/or Wilson to make a move finally. Not sure who or how yet.

I want to write this soooooo bad but I know I’ll never finish it. Someone want to write this for me?? It would be so good I just know it!!!!

[my-head-is-an-animal]

Problems With The Heart

Greg House x Dr Anna Harding (OFC)

Story Masterlist

Chapter 18 - Cuddy’s Kiss

‘Can you talk to your boyfriend?’ Thirteen burst into Dr Harding’s office and really wished she hadn’t.

She had a needle pressed into her forearm, she calmly finished up and gestured for her to close the door. Harding cleared her throat, removed the syringe and sat back, letting whatever she was injecting do it’s job.

‘How can I help you Dr Hadley?’ She asked calmly.

‘I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to barge in like that.’

‘And yet, you did, so I can only assume House is about to kill a patient or you have some other medical query that only I can help you with.’ Harding had hardened blue eyes and for the first time, Thirteen understood why people chose not to get on the wrong side of her.

‘I just wanted House to stop treating me like crap and was wondering if you had any advice.’

Thirteen watched as Harding’s eyes suddenly dilated, but her expression remained the same. ‘I don’t give advice to anyone who works for House,’ she said, kindly. ‘But I will say, he will continue to treat you like crap if he thinks he can.’ Harding began breathing a little shallower.

‘Are you okay?’ Thirteen asked, a little worried. Harding checked her pulse and took a few deep breaths.

‘Fine.’ She nodded, her eyes lightening and her breath returning to something steady. ‘Go and cure the patient, solve the case.’

Thirteen got up and left Harding’s office. A nurse gave her a sympathetic look.

‘Is Dr Harding-‘

‘She’s fine.’ The nurse interrupted. ‘Just a little tired.’

Thirteen didn’t know quite what to do, she’d already disappointed House, maybe showing concern for his girlfriend would help, maybe it wouldn’t, but she needed to do something to prove to House that rehiring her was a good choice.

She didn’t know if she should have asked Wilson for advice. But House was giving her odd looks, he definitely knew something was up.

‘You have to tell him.’ Cameron said. She was the only one Thirteen thought could help her settle the decision.

‘What if he already knows?’

‘Then it won’t be a shock.’

‘What if he doesn’t?’

Cameron stopped next to the nurses station. ‘Then… you gotta let them deal with it.’

Thirteen sighed and Cameron walked away from her.

House wasn’t surprised to hear that Cuddy wasn’t getting the baby she wanted. She was upset and there was nothing anyone could do about it. Thirteen came to his office, she was sheepish and he wasn’t really in the mood for sheepish.

‘What is it?’ He asked, lifting his leather jacket to leave.

‘I just wanted to ask if everything is okay with Dr Harding?’

House frowned. ‘Why?’

‘It’s just I saw her administering her own dosage and I wondered why she wouldn’t ask you to do that for her?’

House held her gaze. ‘She’s a tough a woman, all grown up, she can administer her own meds.’

Thirteen nodded and eventually left. House grabbed his jacket and went straight up to the cardiology floor. Anna was just leaving her office, locking up, she spotted him and sighed, unlocking her office again and holding the door open.

House went straight in and opened her bottom draw finding two sets of medication. He let his breath go.

‘Joint pain from the gunshot.’ He concluded. ‘How bad?’

Anna inhaled deeply. ‘Bad enough. I’m managing the pain, but eventually I will probably have to have surgery to clean up whatever’s still in there. I’m doing regular blood tests to make sure there’s no infection or any risk to any patients.’

‘Why didn’t you tell me?’ House felt a little angry, he was upset that she didn’t tell him what was going on.

‘I was managing it.’ She said, weakly.

‘This is why you always have morphine in your bathroom.’ House suddenly realised why, she wasn’t getting high, she was in pain, like him.

‘House, I’m sorry I didn’t say anything.’

He couldn’t hear it, he left her office and went to see if Cuddy was okay. Maybe he could do one good thing that night.

He had no idea what happened, he hadn’t meant for it to go the way it did, but he could see Anna when he kissed Cuddy and feel Anna’s body when his hands went to her hips. They suddenly stopped kissing, he opened his eyes and saw Cuddy, he breathed heavily and realised what he’d done.

House left Cuddy’s and went straight home. He went to call Anna several times, but couldn’t find it in himself to do it, maybe everything would be okay if he just ignored it.

Cuddy stood outside his office the next day and gestured for him to come out and talk to him.

‘I just wanted to say about last night-‘

‘I haven’t told Anna.’ He interrupted, pretending to look through the fake files in front of him.

‘Why not?’

‘She’s got joint pain in her shoulder, the same place she got shot during her last tour in Afghanistan, I think she’s got some inflammation around the joint. She’s in pain.’

Cuddy didn’t say anything for a moment.

‘You knew?’

‘Is this why you came to see me last night?’

‘I came to see you because you were upset, but you haven’t answered my question.’

Cuddy rolled her eyes. ‘We worked out a treatment plan for her to continue working until a time she could have the surgery to remove the shrapnel that’s still stuck in there.’

House felt anger flare in his chest.

‘I told her she should let you know, if anyone knows about pain, it’s you.’ Cuddy mocked, but House was in no mood. ‘So, we’re good?’

House exhaled through his nose. ‘I found her stash of meds in the bottom drawer of her desk, I was angry and left to see you. I thought it was her.’ He admitted. ‘She lied to me and I still wanted to kiss her.’

‘You’re in love, House.’ Cuddy said it as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. ‘We all do stupid things when we’re in love. You should talk to her though.’

House nodded but had no idea what to say to Anna. He left angry the night before, he kissed another woman and while flirting and being an ass was fine with him. Kissing someone else was something he felt truly guilty about. Maybe Wilson had better advice.

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[dudeshusband]

Ship: Mike x Robert Chase

Words: 765

Description: "i’m supposed to be mad at you but you’re holding my face and smiling and i just can’t resist it when you’re pouting like that"

Warnings: none (?)

Slots for the MRI machine were filled up for the entire day and House was on Mike’s ass to get their patient an MRI. Being the diagnostics department, their cases were usually more urgent than a good chunk of the hospital but that didn’t matter much to Cuddy, or to the new desk guy who was trying to follow hospital policy to the letter because he didn’t want to be fired after one week. Mike tried all the professional approaches they knew then tried the friendlier ones. He refused to free up a slot. Mike was about to do their best House impression and browbeat the guy when he interrupted them with a proposition.

“I’ll free up the one o’clock slot,” he said. Mike was about to be relieved but then he added, “If you go on a date with me.”

Mike frowned. “Yeah, no, sorry. I can’t do that.”

“Why not?” he asked. “You want the slot, I think you’re cute and want a date. It’s a win-win.”

“Have you met Dr. Robert Chase yet?” Mike asked him.

“The Aussie? I’ve seen him around.”

“He’s why I can’t take your offer.”

“That’s too bad,” the desk guy sighed. “Guess your patient will get his MRI tomorrow.”

“I guess he will,” Mike said annoyedly, heading back to House’s office.

“Why aren’t you doing an MRI?” House asked when Mike came through the door.

“That new desk guy won’t budge,” Mike said. “I tried everything.”

“Everything?” House asked. “You prostituted yourself for an MRI? I’m impressed.”

Chase noticeably bristled at House’s comment.

“House,” Cameron said with a sigh.

“No,” Mike said. “I wouldn’t even go on a date with the guy. Which is what he wanted in” — their eyes followed their boyfriend as he stormed out of the room — “Chase!”

“Thanks a lot, House,” Mike said under their breath as they followed him out.

When Mike got to the reception area, their boyfriend had already caused a scene. He was yelling in the desk guy’s face, which had a nervous expression on it, and looked about ready to punch him. The desk guy kept insisting he didn’t know Mike was his partner. Everyone around looked like they were watching a good TV show and not an unprofessional display in a respected hospital.

Mike approached the pair before it could get any more out of hand. They grabbed Chase's arm and pulled it behind him before he could actually swing.

“Come on, let’s go,” Mike said, tugging on his arm. “Chase, let’s go.”

He kept staring down the desk guy.

“Chase,” Mike tried. “Chase. For fuck’s sake, Robert, walk away.”

He gave the desk guy one last look and walked quickly back to House’s office. Mike refused to speak to him for the rest of the work day, or on the drive home.

As soon as they got home, Mike went into their shared bedroom and locked the door.

Not long later, Chase knocked. “Mike, I’m sorry.”

All he received was silence in return.

“Look,” he said. “I love you, and I don’t want to lose you.”

Silence.

“That guy was being a real dick. Trying to make a trade like that.”

Mike appeared in the doorway. “Are you sure that’s not a move you’d use?”

Chase feigned offense.

Mike sighed. “I know you had good intentions. And you’re right, he didn’t let up once I told him about you. But you embarrassed yourself, and me, in front of the whole hospital. You don’t need to worry about losing me.”

“I know,” he said. He took their face into his hands and stepped closer. “I’m sorry.”

Mike looked at his apologetic face and found it hard to be mad at him. It was hard to be mad at him when he was sorry and their face was in his hands and he was just so close.

He only got closer and Mike was finding it hard to think at all.

“I love you,” he repeated.

Mike drew in a sharp breath. “Goddamn it, it’s so hard to be mad at you.”

He smiled at them.

“Please kiss me.”

He leaned in and pressed his lips to theirs. Mike’s mind went entirely blank until he pulled away and tried to slide his hands away from their face. Mike grabbed them and held them there.

“You’re so beautiful,” they said. “And I love you. How could you possibly think I’d leave you for the receptionist? See, I don’t even know his name.”

“I’m an idiot.”

“No comment.”

Chase rolled his eyes and pressed a kiss to their nose.

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[specialagentlokitty]

House x reader - Safe

You were busy writing down the stuff House and written down, so you could refer to it later when his voice cut through the silence.

“I have to fire on your by the end of the week.”

Your eyes shot up, and your heart sank when you found him already looking at you. As the others left, you stayed there, sat at the table in shock before you gathered your notebook and stood up.

“(L/N)?” House called.

Gulping, you turnt around to face your boss.

“Yes?”

“Who would you fire?” He asked, standing by the glass door.

You stood there for a moment, you didn’t know what to say. You didn’t want to answer the question so you simply just walked out.

You couldn’t focus all day, you spent most of your time hiding away. By the end of the day, with the paper in your hand, you walked over to Cuddys office. You were thankful she was alone when you entered.

“Dr Cuddy, I’m sorry to bother you...”

“What’s the problem?” She asked.

You gave a tiny smile, padded over to her desk, and placed the letter in front of her.

“I’ve already packed all my stuff, thank you for the opportunity.”

“You’re resigning?” She asked shocked.

Cuddy stood, walking around her desk, she now stood in front of you, brows furrowed.

“Dr House has to fire someone, I may as well make it easy for him. I don’t belong here.”

Cuddy downed even more, and placed a hand on your shoulder, giving it a light squeeze.

“I’m sorry you feel that way, but it’s not true. You belong here more than anyone, you’re more dedicated than anyone. I can’t change your mind can I?”

“No, I’m sorry...”

Cuddy sighed heavily, and pat your shoulder before pulling away.

“If you need anything, just call.”

Nodding with a small smile, you slipped out of her office. There was just one thing you needed to do.

Your hands were shaking as you headed back to House’s office, your heart was racing as you pushed open the glass door to his office, you really didn’t want to do this, you were hoping he wasn’t in there, but he was.

House took a glance at you and lifted himself up from his chair, taking his cane with him as he started to walk around it then stopped.

“(Y/N) back so soon? I suppose you solved the case, oh, yes, that’s right, you’ve not been doing it have you?”

You turnt away from him briefly, not daring to meet his eyes.

“You don’t need to fire anyone, I quit.”

You met his gaze, his brows slightly raised, whether it was shock or confusion you weren’t sure.

“Why?” He asked walking closer, “is this a self centred sacrifice? Are you doing it to save someone? Foreman? Chase? Cameron?”

You laughed softly and shook your head, taking a shaky breath.

“No. It’s the most logical choice, it’s the best thing I can do. You were probably going to fire me anyway, right?”

Running a hand down your face, you headed back to the door, not daring to meet his eyes.

“It was the best choice, goodbye House.”

With that, you turnt and left, hearing house follow after you.

“Stop! Stop!”

You ignored him and started to head down the stairs.

“Oh! That’s not fair!”

“Sorry house...” you mumbled.

Rushing down the stairs, you were nearly out when you ran into someone. They stabled you and then let go.

“Sorry!”

Wilson furrowed his brows and looked around wondering if you were being chased or something.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

The elevator door dinged and you panicked rushing around Wilson.

“I’m sorry I ran into you!”

“(Y/N)!” Wilson called after you.

“(L/N) stop!”

You rushed out the door knowing full well that house can’t catch you, one good reason about him being crippled, you can always out run him if you needed.

House stopped by Wilson and sighed heavily.

“What was all that about?” Wilson asked.

“She quit.”

“What? Why?”

House didn’t answer the question, he started to leave but Wilson wasn’t having any of it. He kept asking and asking but house refused to answer any of his questions, that was the first tell that something was wrong.

The next few weeks proved that statement right, Wilson, Cuddy, Cameron, Foreman, and Chase all watched as House seemed to sink lower and lower.

“We have to do something.” Cameron sighed.

“He’s just using as a reason not to work.” Chase shrugged.

Wilson took a glance and House, cooped up in an exam room just laying on the bed.

“I don’t think he is, not this time.”

“Can anyone get a hold of (L/N)?” Cuddy asked.

“She hasn’t answered any of our calls, no ones spoken to her since she left.”

Cuddy sighed and nodded, gesturing to them all to just leave.

“Leave him be, he’s upset, he won’t admit it though.”

The all seemed conflicted but all, all besides Wilson and Cuddy.

“Have you talked to him?” She asked.

“He won’t answer any of the questions and he avoids them.”

House stared at the ceiling of the exam room, his hands clasped over his stomach.

He didn’t really know what to do, none of his patients seemed interesting enough. Nothing seemed interesting enough to him, and he hated it.

He wasn’t sure how long he was laid there for but he didn’t care too much, but when the door was slammed open he couldn’t help but groan.

“Busy, go away.”

“There’s a case.” Chase said.

“Busy.” House repeated.

“It’s (Y/N).” Wilson rushed in.

House shot up, snatching the file from chase and he started to limp his way to your room.

“What happened?”

“Apparently she just collapsed on the street, scans show she’s got a clot in her brain.”

“Then why aren’t you treating her?” House snapped.

Chase jumped in shock, and swallowed nervously.

“We’ve scheduled her for surgery, she’s heading in now, but they don’t know if she’ll wake up.”

House limped all the way to your room, shoving the file against chase, he walked in, closed the door then closed he blinds, standing at the end of your bed.

You were awake, and you were watching him, not saying anything.

“You’ve got a clot in your brain.”

“I know...”

Neither of you said anything, and house looked around a bit unsure.

“Do you... have family we can call?”

“No...”

“Anyone at all?”

“No...”

House nodded his head, and sat down on the chair besides your bed. He tapped his cane on the floor, to the rhythm of your heart monitor.

“You didn’t call.”

You turnt away, deciding to stay silent.

“Come back.” House said.

“Why...?”

You turnt back to House, furrowing your brows.

“Just come back.”

Laughing weakly, you rolled your eyes.

“Maybe...”

House was satisfied with that, it was a no, but he knew it was a yes either. But it was something.

So, for most of the day you both just sat there in silence, and when you came out of your surgery he stay sat with you, making sure everyone was doing their jobs right to keep you stable

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CHAPTER 6: CHRISTMAS PRESENT

Chapter 6: 6784 Words

Fic Total: 21340 Words

Series Total: 21340 Words

The next day was the start of the weekend and I had decided that because I'd been so stressed lately it's time for me to get an Xbox 360 again. Even though I'm no longer doing any new freelance programming jobs I still have quite a bit of money I saved up.

I was in the middle of setting up the TV in my room when Dunc called. "Blue Jay." I said.

"Busy today?" He asked.

I thought for a moment about the breakfast at lunchtime conversation I had with Wilson.

___

"I've got to say the fact you're not lactose intolerant but just don't like milk is slightly concerning." Wilson commented.

I glanced up from my bowl of lucky charms (without milk of course). "I don't know what to tell you man it's just gross. I just don't like most dairy." I said with a shrug.

"What dairy do you like?" Wilson asked, looking more concerned.

"Oh easy cheese and ice cream." I said.

Wilson stared at me blankly for a few seconds. "That reminds me you need a physical." He said.

I set the spoon down. "Like a check-up?" I asked.

"Yes." He said.

"Can we just not do that? I mean like you guys are Doctors I'm sure I'm fine like-" I started to say.

"You're joining the Cheerleaders. They're going to need a physical." Wilson said simply.

Ah no, he's got me there. I groaned.

Wilson looked confused. "You volunteer at PPTH, you met House as a patient in the free clinic, you don't seem to be afraid of Doctors." He said.

"Yeah I know but that was for my wrist. Physicals you have to you know… and like I'm trans so it's just awkward because I'll have to explain that to whatever Doctor it is and like God forbid if they're low key transphobic or not you know?" I ranted but then remembered that Wilson is also trans. So he just kinda stared at me like “yeah I know”.

"Well, you already know all of House's Team isn't transphobic." Wilson said.

He's right there. "But do I have to?" I pleaded.

"Yes. Schedule it with one of them today." He said.

I groaned again before getting back to my cereal.

___

"Uhh I have one thing to do at PPTH." I said.

"Oh? Care to elaborate?" Dunc asked over the phone.

I huffed and put him on speaker while I started to set up the Xbox 360. "I have to schedule a physical with one of House's Team."

"In person?" He asked.

"Well I don't exactly have any of their numbers. I've never asked and they haven't offered I'm a teenager. What adult is going to offer a teenager they barely know their phone number? Makes them look like a pedophile or something I don't know." I rambled. I have Kutner's but he's out of town right now anyway.

"Can't you just call the hospital?" He asked.

"I'm like 95% House would pick up the phone so no thanks. Hi yes Dad what I've never called you Dad before oops. Well I'm NOT calling you. I'm here to talk to your Team because I hate you. That would go great." I joked.

"You haven't called him Dad before?" Dunc asked.

"Okay look I didn't know him for the first 16 years of my life and I've been calling him House since I've met him like at what point do I call him Dad? Is there like a guideline because I'd really like to know this shit is so confusing, Dunc you have no idea." I complained.

"Hmm yeah I guess that kinda sucks." He said.

"Okay but like if I did call House Dad like I had no idea how he'd react. The man might just die for all I know." I joked.

Dunc laughed. "Yeah let me know so I can record it."

"Sure thing." I said.

"Want back up?" He asked.

"You asking because you're really that bored or because you want to watch the shit show?" I asked.

"Can't it be both?" He said.

I sighed. "Yeah sure meet you there in an hour?"

"Sounds good." He said and hung up.

Well maybe it will be a little easier with Dunc there.

~~~

I was idling in the lobby of PPTH waiting for Dunc to show up. The reason that House and his team were even here today on a weekend was because of a case. I wasn't too sure of the details of this one but apparently something happened late last night.

"Take the bus?" I asked Dunc as he walked into the lobby taking off his scarf.

"Unlike you I don't have a parking spot." He grumbled.

Yeah apparently with the amount of volunteer hours I was logging I got a parking spot. It was far away but a free parking spot nonetheless. "You could've asked me to pick you up." I said.

"Your car is a piece of shit dude." Dunc replied as we made our way to the elevator.

I rolled my eyes as I pressed the button. I mean the car works just fine, that's all I could really ask for. "Not all of us are rich like you Lestrade." I said.

"Really? Because Wilson told me who your Uncle was and from what I heard when he died his money went to your Mother which I assume has gone to you now." He said as we got into the empty elevator.

I watched the doors close. I figured this would catch up to me at some point. Going to a school full of rich kids. I figured Ivy was the one who was going to figure it out though. I mean she was the one that found out about Dr. King. "I'm not exactly sure what's happening with the money." I said.

Dunc looked confused. "Why?"

"Uh I bailed from Minnesota the day after my Mom died. I've been a little preoccupied." I said.

The elevator doors open to the floor we were going to. "Why did you even bother looking for your Father if you had that much money?" Dunc asked.

"Because I don't know if I do!" I exclaimed.

A few people turned to look at us which made me freeze up of course.

"What do you mean you don't know if you do?" Dunc said quietly.

I glanced around and the few people who were watching us looked the other way. "Money was a very sensitive topic in my family. I'm not talking about this now." I said and made my way to the DDX Room.

Thankfully House wasn't there. Thirteen and Taub were the only ones in the room at the moment. Thirteen was on the computer and Taub was reading some files. "Looking for House?" Thirteen said without moving her eyes from the computer.

"Who's that?" Taub asked about Dunc.

"Uh no and this-" I started but Dunc cut me off.

"A friend Duncan Lestrade. I'm also one of Dr. Wilson patients." He introduced me.

"We both go to Princeton Prep." I said.

"You go to Princeton Prep?" Taub asked.

I looked at him blankly. Does House never talk about me? I mean that's fine I don't really care but I feel like the fact that I wear the uniform around the hospital a lot would shed some light on the subject. "Yes?"

"He pays for that?" Thirteen asked, surprised.

"I'm there on scholarship." I said with a sigh.

The looks on both of their faces went from confused to oh that makes a lot more sense.

"What do you need?" Taub asked.

I looked back and forth between the two of them. Jeez I hate this.

"He needs to schedule a physical to join the Cheerleaders." Dunc said for me.

I glared at him. I did NOT want the hospital to know I was joining the Cheerleaders just yet. I guess it's not too surprising I mean after the whole Spider-Man thing but still. 

"Cheerleaders?" Taub asked.

Great job Dunc. Great job. "I used to be a gymnast." I said softly.

Taub just looked shocked but Thirteen wasn't. "When are you available?" She asked.

I blinked. "I'm here every Wednesday and Friday and most Tuesdays and Thursdays." I said.

"Next Wednesday at 3 work?" Thirteen asked.

I pulled out my phone to double-check my calendar. "Yes." I said and put it in the calendar.

I muttered thanks on my way out of the DDX Room with Dunc.

"See, was that hard?" Dunc said.

"Did you have to tell them I was joining the Cheerleaders?" I huffed.

"I mean they'll find out soon enough." He shrugged.

"I'm not so sure anymore. Like they didn't even know I went to Princeton Prep." I said.

"Yeah, that was a little weird." Dunc said. "Oh and next year you won't be able to volunteer on Fridays."

"Why?" I asked.

"Football games duh." He said.

Oh right yeah. This is going to be interesting.

~~~

I rested my head in my hands after I sat down at the lunch table. I was a bit of an idiot last night and stayed up all night gaming on my Xbox 360. Because it's December I was trying to figure out a Christmas present for House and I thought some gaming would help… It didn't. I just got no sleep and zero ideas. Wilson is easy enough. I have some props from some musicals that my Uncle gave to me a while back. Sure it's regifting but like he's more into that stuff than me. I even have some ideas for House's Team, Dunc and Ivy but House? No clue.

"What's bothering you?" Ivy asked.

I guess you could say Ivy has become my friend now? Despite her being the Cheerleading Captain she actually doesn't have many friends because she tends to piss people off. You could literally stab Dunc and he wouldn't care and I have House for a Father so it's gonna take a lot for her to piss us off.

"Trying to think of a Christmas present for House. I was up all night thinking about it." I mumbled.

"Really? I thought you were up all night playing Dragon Age Origins." Dunc said.

I glared at him. I bought the game recently. "I can multitask."

"Clearly not very well." He said.

"Yeah well, you try having House as a Father for a day and come back to me." I said.

"Can I have Wilson instead?" Dunc joked.

"No. He's actually nice." I mumbled.

Ivy looked back and forth between us. "Isn't Wilson your Doctor?" She asked Dunc.

"Yeah." He said with a shrug.

Ivy thought for a moment. "How did you two meet?" She asked.

I laughed. "Oh man, that was hilarious. You remember that Dunc."

"Pfft, how could I? I almost died from second-hand embarrassment." He said.

"Yeah, I'm so glad Wilson didn't judge me too hard on that first impression."

"Dude that's how you met Wilson?!" Dunc exclaimed.

"Unfortunately." I sighed.

"What happened?" Ivy asked, clearly annoyed that we were leaving her in the dark.

"Right so what happened was this-"

___

Part of me really wished I didn't mention that I was good with computers to Dr. Cuddy when I asked her about volunteering. Once she heard that she totally glanced over everything I said about wanting to become a Doctor someday so it would be nice to see something medical related… Yeah she immediately stuck me with Bill The IT Guy because he's like the only IT person for the whole hospital so he's a BIT overwhelmed. But you know it's fine. 

The main issue I'm having now is that Bill is having me running around the hospital a lot and well I really don't know the place that well yet. Yeah I don't know it at all. I mean sure I can find my way to the lobby like 60% of the time but that's about it. I'm currently lost again. I was just grabbing myself a Mountain Dew and a Coffee for Bill at the cafeteria but got lost on my way to IT. Man I've been on so many floors today I'm not even sure what floor it's on anymore.

I turned around a few times trying to look for one of the floor signs that are usually all over the place but apparently are never there when you need them to be. If I was going to guess I was in Oncology. Because you know…

I finally found a floor sign and went over to it but unfortunately IT wasn't on there. I forgot it never freaking is. No one ever goes to IT. I did notice a cute guy my age staring at me from one of the couches. Must be taking a break from his room. I wasn't paying attention when I turned back around so that I bumped into a Doctor spilling the Coffee that I had got for Bill on him. "Oh God I'm so sorry." I said, my face turning bright red. I scrambled to get something to help clean up the mess.

"Hey it's no problem. New volunteer?" He asked, pointing at my badge.

"Y-Yeah Jay Flynn. Helping out Bill in IT because I told Dr. Cuddy I was good with computers but I do kinda wish I could be doing something else." I said without thinking. Wow Jay why the fuck did you just tell him that. He's probably going to tell Dr. Cuddy you just messed everything up.

"Ah well Bill can use all the help he can get. I'm Dr. Wilson by the way. You lost?" He asked.

My face got even redder. "Yeah I forgot where IT is." I mumbled.

"Oh that would be an issue. I guess the coffee was for Bill?" He said.

I just nodded.

"Right well-" Wilson started to say but was interrupted by the cute guy I saw earlier.

"I can show him where IT is Wilson." He said.

Wilson looked at the guy. "Have you had a walk yet?"

"No." He said.

Wilson squinted. "Alright fine."

The cute guy waited for Dr. Wilson to turn the corner before speaking up again. "Okay here's the deal. I can help you out but I need you to help me out."

I blinked. "What?"

"Right so I noticed your Princeton Prep uniform you wear around here and like dude really get some other clothes. But you might've heard of me, I'm Duncan Lestrade." He started.

Right okay wow he's just gonna do this right here right now. "Uh yeah, the dude with cancer." I said.

"Obviously. Anyway. I overheard some of your conversation with Wilson and I assume you're volunteering here because our school's medical club sucks ass." He went on.

I nodded.

"Right so I can put a word in for you with Wilson and Cuddy about volunteering over in Oncology if you tutor me in Science." He finished.

I thought for a moment. "So you're assuming that because I'm volunteering at a hospital I want to be a Doctor so I must be good at Science?" I asked.

"Am I wrong?" He asked.

"Well no but like…"

"What's the problem then?" He said.

I huffed. "Okay fine deal but I'm not calling you Lestrade like everyone else does at school."

"Why?" He asked.

"I don't know it sounds kind of classy, I don't really like it." I said.

"You go to a school full of rich people and you don't like classy?" He asked.

"I'm there on scholarship." I said.

"Hm all the more reason for you to tutor me… Jay Flynn." He said while pulling on my badge.

I pulled my badge back. "Okay, Dunc." I said.

"Really you're going to call me Dunc? I haven't been called that since I was like 6." He said.

"Yeah? Well, get used to it Dunc." I said with a smirk.

___

"You didn't even know where IT was." I said throwing a fry at Dunc.

"I obviously needed an excuse to talk to you." He said.

"He acted like such a rich prick at first." I said to Ivy.

"Yeah, I was kinda surprised when I heard the Football Kicker was hanging out with the new scholarship nerd and that you two weren't like together or anything." She said.

"I mean he was tutoring me." Dunc said.

"Oh come on everyone knows what tutoring means half of the time." She scoffed.

"What?" I asked.

Both of them looked at me. "God for how smart you're supposed to be you are so oblivious sometimes." Ivy said.

"People thought we were hooking up?" I squeeked.

"Yeah, I had to set the record straight." Dunc explained.

I looked at the two of them blankly. God, I have no idea about the drama that goes on in this school, do I? I get a bit of The PPTH drama from eavesdropping and House and Wilson but I don't really care too much. I'm more focused on my own life that has more than enough of its own drama. "You didn't think to mention it to me?" I said.

"You were uh dealing with stuff at the time." Dunc said.

I just stared at him.

"You know, coming out to House." He said.

Oh right. "Oh Ivy knows Dunc. She found out about my gymnastic past so there's stuff about me being trans. Man, that sucks that I'm constantly being outed." I complained.

"Couldn't you like change your last name?" Ivy asked.

I froze. I mean yes obviously but like the most reasonable one to change it to would be House and… "Hi for Christmas I'd like your last name House." I joked.

Dunc snorted.

"Just become a fae and steal it. You're Irish right?" Ivy joked.

"Ah yeah, simple let me just become a fae real quick." I shot back.

"We've somehow circled back to Christmas presents." Dunc pointed out.

"Ugh right, what the hell am I going to get him." I grumbled.

"A name change obviously." Ivy said.

"Ha very funny." I said.

"What's he like?" Dunc asked, trying to be helpful.

I sighed. "Yeah I thought about that but like… All I really know about is Motorcycles, Monster Trucks and Music."

Ivy stared at me for a moment. "Monster Trucks?"

"Yeah, apparently he likes to watch those I don't know." I said with a shrug.

"And you hate Motorcycles." Dunc said.

I nodded.

"Music is vague." Ivy said.

"He plays Guitar and Piano. Listens to a bunch of stuff but uh hates musicals so that's something that he and Wilson don't agree on." I explained.

"Oh, so Wilson is a musical gay shocking." Dunc joked.

"I'm pretty positive he's Bi first of all." I said.

"I'm just saying." He said.

I rolled my eyes. The bell rang signaling that lunch was over. "Well, that was no help thanks though." I said standing up.

"Sorry I can't always save your ass." Dunc said.

I scoffed. "Right gotcha."

He winked at me.

Ivy rolled her eyes. "Oh get a room."

~~~

"Bill?" I said after I walked into IT and didn't notice him right away. I set down my backpack and Mountain Dew but kept holding the coffee that I grabbed on my way up for Bill. 

"Servers." A muffled Scottish accent said. 

"I'll leave the coffee out here then." I said before making my way to the server closet. I leaned against the door. "What's up?"

"Just checking a few things." Bill said looking at me. "Slow day."

"Because of all of my help clearly." I joked.

"Ah well, the coffee is nice." He said with a smirk.

"Ouch, I'm hurt." I said and fakingly clutched my chest.

"Get out of my server closet." He said shooing me out of the doorway.

"Don't have to tell me twice to leave a closet." I joked.

"Ack you and your gay jokes. I guess it makes sense living with House and Wilson." He commented after locking the closet.

"Mmm, I had two Moms at one point. If I turned out to be straight that would have been surprising." I said.

Bill just sighed. "Well, I don't have anything for you to do. Does Wilson?"

"Nah he's sick of me too." I said and sat down and the desk that I have slowly taken over. I mean the dude's got a pretty big workspace just to himself so there are multiple desks.

Bill took a sip of the coffee I got for him. "Need help with school work?" He offered.

I just stared at him. Now Bill and I are, you know, friendly with each other. I'm like some of the only social interaction the man gets on some days but like normally we just shoot a few sarcastic comments at each other and he tells me to go off and fix something somewhere. But like I'm a teenager and he's like older than House. Sure I'm a bit curious how a Scottish IT Guy ended up at PPTH but I've been too busy to ask around. "How slow has it been?" I asked.

"Slow enough I've been debating calling my Ex." He complained.

I blinked. Ex? Bill is just telling me about himself? What? I sat up a little. "I mean I know I'm only 16 but like that's probably not a great idea?" I said.

"Eh it wouldn't go anywhere anyway she's in London last I heard." Bill said.

Okay, now I'm curious. "So like-" I started but was cut off by my phone. "Uh, one sec."

Warning on the way to PPTH w Ivy. Found out about ur Uncle. Can hold off 4 bit.

DL

My face fell. Ah great. I don't really want to deal with this right now. House and Wilson still haven't caught on to the fact that I should probably have a bunch of money. Or if they have they haven't mentioned it.

"Who found out about what?" Bill asked.

I looked up. "What?"

"You're not that hard to read Blue Jay." He said.

"My friends found out something about my family and are on their way here." I said.

"House?" He asked.

"No something on my Mom's side it's complicated." I said.

"Try me." Bill said.

I texted back that I was at IT but to take their time. "Right so you know how I go to Princeton Prep?" I said.

Bill nodded.

"Right so I'm there on an academic scholarship. The reason I applied was because you know stuff with House being my Father." I said.

Bill was going to ask a question about that but I stopped him. "Look I don't have time to go into that." I huffed. "Anyway my Uncle was a pretty famous musical actor that died in a helicopter crash a while back. When he died his money went to my Mom. And when my Mom died the logical conclusion would be that I would inherit that money. So I assume my friend Ivy is about to tear me a new one for acting all weird about rich people when I'm probably rich." I explained.

Bill just stared at me for a moment. "Jay what your friends think about you having money or not is not that big of a problem."

Oh, he's right actually. This is like the least of my problems. "That's uh pretty helpful." I mumbled.

"I can be sometimes." Bill said. He stood up and threw away the empty coffee cup. "How long until they get here?" 

"Well assuming Ivy's driving not long." I sighed.

Bill raised an eyebrow. "Fast driver?"

"From what I've heard." I said.

"Well good luck." Bill said while making his way to the door.

"Wait hold up you leaving me?" I asked.

"As much as I'd love to stay and hear about your high school drama I'm needed in one of the lecture halls. Don't forget to lock up when you leave" Bill said and left me alone.

This is going to be great.

10 minutes later Ivy smashed through the door with Dunc mouthing a Sorry shortly behind. "You failed to mention who your Uncle was." She said.

I looked up from my history textbook. "You never asked."

"Lestrade knew!" Ivy exclaimed.

"Wilson mentioned it to him. Not that I wanted him to." I said.

"Here you are this whole time with this 'Oh I'm not Rich Superiority Complex' when in reality you're probably richer than the both of our families combined." Ivy ranted.

I slammed the history textbook on the desk and stood up. "Look Ivy. There's a lot of reasons why I don't like talking about this but if you really want me to go into it I will." I said.

"Explain yourself." Ivy said now in my face.

"Now obviously even if I do have a bunch of money which I mentioned to Dunc I'm not even entirely sure I do. I'd much rather have my Uncle or Mother instead. Connor's money was always a sore subject for my Mom because her being a Single Mom with lots of student loans she had to come to him for help. She never wanted to. Mom was going to pay him back even though Connor said it was unnecessary but then he died and she got all of his money. Mom never touched it. I know she thought about donating it but she was so busy and never had the time to figure out what to do with it. I grew up middle class. The idea of having a lot of money is foreign to me." I explained.

The two of them stood there for a while. No one wanting to break the silence. "Look I'm sorry for misleading you two I just don't know how to handle these things very well." I said.

"Right well how about we all get something to eat." Dunc said.

"I guess that sounds like a plan." Ivy said.

I was about to say I'm still volunteering but Bill walked in. "Ah are these your two friends?" He asked.

"Uh yeah. Duncan Lestrade and Ivy Adler." I said.

"Bill Baxter. I really don't have anything for you to do Jay. You should go have fun with your friends. You won't be a teenager for much longer." He said.

"I uh but-" I started.

"No buts get out." He said.

"Right okay I guess we will get something to eat then." I said.

~~~

I was having trouble making eye contact with Thirteen. We've already done the more invasive parts of the physical but I'm just uncomfortable anyway. We're just in the middle of the questions now.

"Smoke?" She asked.

"No." I said.

"Drink." She asked.

"No." I said.

"Sexually Active?" She asked.

"No." I said.

"Thoughts of harming yourself or others?" She asked.

I paused. Technically no I haven't gotten that far yet but… "No."

Thirteen looked at me clearly noticing my hesitation. "Jay you can be honest with me. You've lost a parent it's not unusual to be experiencing-" She started.

"I'm fine." I said looking at her.

"Wilson told me he's worried." She said.

Of course, he did. I crossed my arms. "He worries about everything. Dude's not even my Dad." I said.

"If you need to talk to someone Jay you can. Doesn't matter who but I'd recommend maybe avoiding House." She said.

Yeah, House probably wouldn't be the best person to talk to.

"Can we move on?" I sighed.

She looked at me for a moment before continuing. "Do you feel unsafe at home?" She asked.

"No." I said.

~~~

After Cheerleading practice Ivy decided to drag me to the mall for Christmas shopping. Seeing as I'm still trying to figure out a present for House , I reluctantly agreed. "This is it?" I asked once we were in the Mall.

Ivy gave me a weird look as we went down the escalator. "Yes?"

"Kinda small." I said with a shrug.

"Aren't you from the Midwest? Malls must be tiny there?" She said.

"Ah well, fun fact about Minnesota is that we were the first State to have a fully enclosed indoor Mall. On top of that, I was a short drive away from The Mall of America so I was a little spoiled." I explained.

"Why do you know such random shit?" Ivy asked as we wandered into some clothing store.

"Dunno. I have a pretty good memory but like I don't really get to choose what I remember." I said.

"So your brain thinks random facts about Malls in Minnesota is important?" She questioned.

"I guess. On the bright side, I'm pretty good at trivia." I said.

Ivy just rolled her eyes. "Anyway. You have feelings for Lestrade?" She asked suddenly.

I froze just holding a random shoe in my hand. "What kind of feelings?" I played dumb.

Ivy was unamused with my attempt at playing dumb. "It's fairly obvious you have a crush on him."

"I don't know what you're talking about." I lied while setting the shoe down.

"I'm pretty positive he feels the same way." Ivy continued.

"Ha someone having a crush on me? Funny." I joked.

Ivy just rolled her eyes. "Not like you'd ever be the one to make the first move anyway."

"I know that's a sound analysis but it still hurts a little." I huffed.

"Right well you figure out a gift for House yet?" She asked.

"No. We should probably pop in the music store." I said.

"Sounds like a plan." Ivy said.

Thankfully I finally found the perfect thing at the music store.

~~~

I never really mentioned it to House or Wilson but I do enjoy Christmas quite a bit. It's not my favorite holiday. Halloween is that but I don't know there's something about it. It is a bit more somber for me personally this year because it's the first Christmas without my Mom but I'm trying to ignore that fact. So on Christmas Eve, I made my way to PPTH to drop off my presents I got for Kutner, Thirteen, Taub, Foreman, Cuddy, Chase, and of course Bill. I was humming to the Christmas songs on my iPod as I made my way to my first stop, Dr. Cuddy.

Now I know that Cuddy, Taub, and Wilson are Jewish but they all seem to be mostly non practicing for the most part. And I don't think anyone can really argue with receiving a gift right?

I took out my earbuds and knocked on the door. "Come in." Cuddy said.

"Hey." I said while walking up to her desk.

"Oh, Jay I wasn't expecting you. Nice hat." She said.

Yeah, I decided to wear my Santa hat today seeing as I'm dropping off a bunch of gifts. "Thanks! I'm just dropping off a quick gift." I said and pulled the present out of my backpack. Normally I wear my messenger bag to PPTH but I needed a bigger bag… I set the present on her desk.

"Oh wow! I didn't know you were getting anything." She said.

"Uh, no need to get me anything. I just like to give people gifts on Christmas you know. Besides you've been really nice to me and you definitely didn't have to." I said while rubbing the back of my neck.

"You know it really is a wonder how you're related to House sometimes." She joked.

"I'm a prime example of nature vs nurture." I joked back. "I need to get going though I got more people to get to." I said.

"How many people did you get gifts for?" She asked.

"Uhhh… besides House, Wilson, and my friends. Seven people?" I said while counting on my fingers.

"That's a lot." She said looking surprised.

"I guess it is. Isn't it." I said before leaving.

Next on my list is Chase. Hopefully, he's not in the middle of surgery right now.

I found him on his way out of an OR on his way to get some food. "Chase!" I called.

"Oh hey there Blue Jay." He said.

"Not gonna take up too much of your time but I got you a small thing for Christmas." I said and handed Chase the present.

"Never thought I'd see the day I'd get a Christmas present from a House." He joked.

"I mean my last name is technically Flynn but sure." I said.

"Well, thanks Jay." He said.

"Yeah, no problem dude." I said with a thumbs up before running off down the hallway.

I went into IT with You're A Mean One Mr. Grinch blaring from my iPod. Or a least as much as an iPod could. "You're A Mean One Mr. Baxter" I sang along as a joke.

Bill looked at me with an eyebrow raised. "Didn't realize you thought of me that way Mr. Flynn." He said.

"Sorry, it's my favorite Christmas song." I said with a shrug.

"That's your favorite Christmas song?" He asked.

"What can I say? It's a bop." I said.

Bill rolled his eyes. "Why are you here anyway? It's your Christmas break and I would love to not be working." He asked.

"Ah well, you see." I said and pulled out the present. "I have this for you."

"Oh." Bill said.

"Yeah think fast." I said and threw it at him.

Bill caught the present with no hesitation. "I never really took you as the gifting type." He said.

"Well, I always love to subvert expectations." I said and did a curtsy. "Anyway, I have one more stop so bye." I said and waved Bill off.

~~~

Thankfully House's Team was all there. They were doing a differential diagnosis so it makes sense that they would be. I walked in quietly trying to not interrupt. Also because seeing a real differential diagnosis live would be pretty cool.

All of them did take note of me walking in but kept shooting off ideas anyway. House shot most of them down for various reasons. "Do you four really have nothing better than that? I bet Jay could come up with something better and he's only sitting in on medical classes." House ranted at them before turning to me.

All of them were now staring at me.

I looked blankly at House. "You actually want a suggestion?" I asked.

He waved his hand in front of the whiteboard.

I set down my backpack and walked up to the whiteboard to take a better look. "Legionnaires' Disease." I said with a shrug not really sure what to suggest.

The five of them stayed quiet for a moment. "Look I'm in High School I don't really know what I'm talking about." I said softly.

"Kutner and Foreman check the workplace. Thirteen and Taub start him on antibiotics." House said.

The four of them started to get up to leave. "Oh wait! Before you leave. I have Christmas presents for you guys." I said awkwardly.

"You didn't come to show us up?" Taub said.

"N-no?" I said while scrambling to my backpack to get the presents. "Right uh here's Taub's." I said and handed it to him.

He nodded and took it.

"Foreman." I said.

"We've barely talked." He said while taking the present.

"I mean it would be rude to show up here with gifts for everyone but you." I said.

"Thirteen. Thanks for the physical." I said whispering the last part.

"No problem Jay." She said.

Taub and Thirteen left to tend to the patient and Foreman went to wait for Kutner outside. "Last but not least." I said handing Kutner his present.

"You're still on for Star Trek the day after Christmas right?" He asked and walked over to another part of the room.

"I mean yeah." I said.

"Great! Here." He said and handed me a gift back.

"Oh!" I said.

"What not expecting one?" He said.

"I mean you're the first person to give me one in return so yes?" I said.

"Oh… Well, you're a pretty cool kid. Besides you need that." He said while tapping the present he got me.

"Well you don't need what I got you but I hope you like it." I said with a smile.

"I sure I will. I better get going before House notices I'm still here." Kutner said and left.

I tucked Kutner's present in my backpack and glanced at House's office. I can only hope that he'll like what I got him.

~~~

"You know I swear we had more eggnog." Wilson said.

"Yeah weird." I said like I totally didn't drink quite a bit. House found out but he didn't care. Only Wilson is in the dark.

"Maybe you drank more than you thought." House said.

Nice cover House…

Wilson glared at him.

I bounced up to a standing position on the couch. "Right we're doing presents now. I've been waiting far too long with you two being at work all day." I said pointing at House and Wilson.

"You could've just opened them." House said making his way to the couch.

"Actually no. It's my first Christmas with you two so we're doing this at least once." I said.

And the first Christmas without Mom.

Wilson chuckled and grabbed his gift for me and threw it in my lap. "Go wild."

"For Blue Jay, you've been needing a new one of these. Love Wilson." I read the tag before opening.

My eyes lit up at the new binder. "How do you know my size?" I asked.

"He checked your laundry." House said.

"Oh. That's pretty obvious I guess." I said. "Thank you so much Wilson." I said and hugged him.

Wilson was a little surprised by the hug. Then again he doesn't know I'm buzzed so you know. "Okay, so you have to open mine for you now." I said and handed him the present.

Wilson read the tag with a small smile. "Is this?" He asked after opening the present.

"Yes! Uncle Connor gave me a lot of props from the musicals he was in. You're more into that stuff so." I said.

"That's probably worth some money." House said.

"Yeah." Wilson said wide-eyed.

I laughed. "I'm glad you like it. Here House." I said and threw him his gift.

He caught it. "Very light."

I shrugged.

House opened the present. It's a flaming guitar strap. "To match your cane." I said with a smirk.

Wilson chuckled which made me lose my composure and start laughing too. 

He got up and put the strap on one of his guitars. "Bitchin." He said.

Wilson and I laughed harder.

House sat back down on the couch this time strumming some Christmas songs. He slid me a large envelope. "Here Kid."

"You got me a massive card?" I joked.

House kept playing the guitar.

I opened it. Looks like some sort of legal documents. "Is this?" I asked.

House stopped playing. "Wilson asked your friends what you wanted. Told them you said you hated how you were constantly getting outed by your last name. Even joked that you'd like a name change for Christmas." He said.

"And you're fine with it?" I asked.

He shrugged. "You're my son. Jay House makes sense."

I bit my lip. Wow okay, Jay don't cry. That eggnog definitely didn't seem like a great idea now.

House got up and put the guitar back. Once it was back I ran up and hugged him."Thanks… Dad." I said."

"Oh okay. You're definitely not getting eggnog next year." House said.

"You gave him WHAT!" Wilson exclaimed.

"Wilson we're having a moment." I whined.

"I didn't give it to him. I walked in on Jay drinking the rest of the Eggnog." House said and pulled me off of him.

Wilson pinched the bridge of his nose. "So you just covered for him?"

"He's 16." House said with a shrug.

"House not only is the drinking age 21 but he's a minor." Wilson said.

I listened to the two of them argue while I opened Kutner's present. "Oh, dope." I said.

They turned to me. "Who's that from?" Wilson asked.

"Kutner." I said and balanced the Star Trek The Next Generation DVD Box Set on my head.

Wilson just sighed.

"Oh! I should text him thanks!" I said and ran off to grab my phone in my room.

Thank 4 Sar Trek I"v ben wantin it

JF… ER WAITTT JH!!!

A few minutes later a text was sent back.

I assume u are drunk. Thx 4 matching Communicator Pin not sure what it sig means I guess I'll find out later.

LK

I tried to explain it in another text.

Nam different nowww!

JH

Kutner decided rightly to not respond.

AN: Wow I forgot how long this chapter was... Sorry for the long delay. This chapter has been written for a while too I have no excuse. Will I ever get to an update schedule of one fanfic update per week? Not at this rate...

[dead-fandom-imagines]

Unchain My Heart | Chapter 1

I was originally going to post this on Wednesday, but then I was like, what the hell. Here you go my guys.

TITLE: Unchain My Heart

CHAPTER: Chapter I

PAIRING: Dr. Greg House x OC Female

WORD COUNT: 3,196

AUTHOR’S NOTE: I’ll try to post a new chapter every week, and I want to try and hit over 2,600 words each chapter too. I hope you guys enjoy this one!

THE WALLS SEEMED TO BE CAVING IN, not because Kylan Taylor was nervous on her first day on the job, no, it was all the people that seemed to be alive that made her nerves twitch and spasm. Working for five years alone in a basement does something to a person's psyche, and even more so when the people you're constantly surrounded by have been dead for more than a few days. As in, they twitched, gassed, and sometimes even breathed, but most of them had either their brain bashed in, or worse, no head at all, to comment on how her hair was always pulled with a broken pen, how her makeup became horribly smudged after working thirty hours straight, how sometimes she smelt like a mix of formaldehyde, Chinese food and other people's BO after long nights. Now she had to interact with people. Gross, disgusting, breathing human beings.

"It won't be that bad," Dr. James Wilson reassured her, handing Kylan a manila folder of paperwork she had yet to fill out. About three inches thick of stapled books and contracts she'd barely graze through, and she stuck it right underneath her arm with the other packs of paper and a mass amount of protocol packets she's received since she entered the doors that morning. The hospital must have chopped down a new tree just for her paperwork alone, how many forests rested on her new desk?

"Won't be that bad," Kylan scoffed, rolling her eyes, "didn't you say that about medical school before I applied?"

James pressed one of the elevator buttons, downwards to Kylan's new and improved basement, and chuckled to himself. It was hard not to. She seemed to still be pissed about not getting the full hardened truth of how awful and tedious medical school really was, instead, James had dazzled his story with a flat-out hopeful lie while she still attended Columbia University without him.  Kylan had such childish eyes back then. Like honey drizzled in coffee.

"If I remember correctly, I said it was like normal classes." And a smile spread on his pretty-boy features, diverting his attention from Kylan enough to make his point, "what I didn't tell you was the classes were all set on fire and you had only oil to put them out."

The elevator doors opened briefly and fast enough before Kylan could stab in another remark about her undergrad years. A few nurses dressed in colorful scrubs stepped out, and James and Kylan stepped in to replace them just as quickly.

"Any reason why the hospital is so busy?" She asked, pressing the button to the last level. Her curiosity seemed to be getting the better of her. She usually wouldn't have pried, but with James, she allowed it to slide. "Any epidemics I should be worried about?"

"It's always like this."

"Always?"

A shiver ran down her spine. Hospitals were never her favorite, in fact, she resented them with every fiber in her being. Everything about modern medicine caused her skin to crawl in a million different ways, the smells, the touch, the needles. She could sew up a body, chop it up, pull out their organs no problem, but it usually took three weeks of procrastination and a few sedatives just to get through a simple flu shot.

Watching a thirty-seven-year-old woman sniffling with her lips quivering, wet eyes and swollen cheeks just over a simple flu shot were deemed as downright embarrassing in her eyes, even more so if it was her young coworkers doing the job.

Kylan took a deep sigh as the elevator dinged at their arrival. Most of the hospitals Kylan had visited usually had empty basements, this one was no different. The lights were the usual bright LSD types, overhanging cement walls, cold air and an aura that reeked of old death. The morgue hadn't smelt of new corpses just yet, but it soon would be. Most nurses and doctors wouldn't dare come down to investigate the spooky sounds emitting from down below past the morgue.

Which was excellent. Kylan liked to blast Britney Spears in her headphones as she worked. There didn't need to be wondering eyes investigating the autopsies. What thoughts would come in your mind if you saw a middle-aged woman singing along to Toxic while messing with a bone saw in someone's torso? She'd probably receive a lengthy letter on proper procedures again if a staff member showed up in the midst of her examination, and they'd most likely repeat the sentence of "do not have a smile on your face as you chop someone's brother in half."

She claimed she never had a smile, the victim's unsuspecting family said otherwise.

When they exited the elevator, it didn't take long for James to pop out another question, "How do you like being the state medical examiner? This time by yourself right?"

Kylan kept a grin from forming on her face. Ah yes. Dr. Kylan Taylor, chief state medical examiner, board-certified and voted to be Mercer County's one and only top forensic pathologist who specializes in the strange and unusual. Dream come true that's for sure. After her long residency and following the now-retired Dr. Shoo, she was finally ready to take her first steps alone, and her heart was pumping just thinking about it.

"Yep," she said, now a white smile glowing in the otherwise dark hallways. "I always liked to cut open bodies, working through the hospital also prevents me from having to go to the crime scenes myself now. Those interns who call themselves "death investigators" really help me out." She giggled a little, "now they'll just drop off the bodies and photos for me. Less bloody in the long run." James stifled a laugh. There was a reason why he picked to help the living. Bloody crime scenes were not something he'd be able to get past, Kylan however, didn't even seem fazed.

Kylan Taylor was a five-foot-two woman with dark auburn hair, chartreuse eyes, and exceptional beauty. Everything about her radiated, from her perfect smile, the way her messy waves framed her face, her stance, her voice hidden with a slight Spanish accent. Where someone like her got the love for the dead remained a mystery even to good, long-time friend Wilson.

"So have you starred in any other pornos since you left college?" She asked out of the blue, with a hardy laugh bellowing from the pits of her stomach. "Because I'm sure some of the nurses would like to know the gentleman Dr. Wilson is not as gentlemanly as they first predicted."

Wilson stopped dead in his tracks, and Kylan had no choice but to stop and wait for him, even though her laughter was echoing the quiet hallways, James was one step away from having an aneurysm. He seemed to be both embarrassed and angry, and on the brink of hyperventilating just by thinking about it.

Everyone had mistakes in college, Wilson just happened to have been a part of a future porno.

"You are not to tell anyone about that." he cautioned, causing Kylan to laugh even harder.

"So uptight."

"I'm warning you, I have people upstairs that will use that to their advantage, and I don't need them knowing."

Kylan's eyebrow cocked, "I thought you said everyone here was your friend?"

"They are." And with her now silent, he seemed to be on the verge of either breaking out more information or keeping it to himself. But the way she stood, her eyes squinting, her arms crossed over her chest and waiting, he had no choice. He had to explain now, or she'd find some unorthodox way of getting the information herself. Sounded awfully familiar. "Okay, some of them may not be my best friends, but there are some that like to make my life miserable."

"Miserable how?"

Wilson's beeper blew off before he said anything, and for a moment he seemed hesitant to even take it seriously.

"Listen, I have to go back upstairs, think you can settle in yourself for a minute?" He asked, "this shouldn't be very long."

"Of course."

He gestured down the hall, pointing to one of the wooden doors on the left, "go through there. Your office is right next to the main morgue, so you shouldn't have too many difficulties finding it. If you need any help you can come back upstairs and ask for me or Cuddy."

She nodded, and Wilson zipped back down the hallways and back to the elevator. For a second, she didn't move. The hospital basement was too quiet now, and the taps of her heels echoed in a way she did not like. There were chairs sitting outside doorways, for reasons unknown, and the light down the hall seemed to be flickering.

Kylan liked dead bodies, but she didn't like the idea of working in a hospital that may or may not be haunted. If she heard something move or a weird voice echoing in the night, she was going to quit. Right then and there, no questions asked. Didn't matter if they were willing to pay a few million dollars for her to stay, being haunted was not worth it.

But luckily she hadn't heard anything yet, so Kylan graciously took the time to skedaddle her way into the room.

Just as Wilson had said, her new office was hidden in the back. Warm air hit her face momentarily, and the smell of something sweet caused her to sneeze as she took a glance around. It seemed the Hospital Interior Designer didn't leave even her new office out of the budget.

Mahogany bookshelves with vases and sculptures hiding in its walls, a set of encyclopedias Kylan would never read, a desk with a high-tech computer system and neatly organized file holders, small lockers, a pretty little lamp, and just as she predicted, enough paper to fill a large forest. She couldn't believe she was right, and she smiled to herself as she slowly walked to her new desk. Glass top. Perfect.

Kylan placed the files Wilson had given her on the corner and set her purse at the side of the table leg, biting her lip with a smile. She had a new coat rack where she could hang her scarves and coats in the winter, and a hook for her lab coats when she had the time to bring them in from her old space. She'd need to get the rest of her medical supplies from her house too, and she'd be all settled in, as she had always been wanting.

It was better than her old office at the county police station that was for sure She had a desk there, and shelves just like the ones presented to her now, but much smaller, and basically the room itself was about the size of a coat closet. It would get too hot in the summers, too cold in the winter, it felt like a meat locker half the time and she had to wear some sort of winter coat and finger less gloves just to do paperwork without shivering.

This was a much better improvement.

Before Kylan could even start going through the paperwork, a strange noise in the back caused her skin to crawl with goosebumps. For a moment she had figured it to be the strong winds she had experienced in the parking lot, but another shuffling caused her logical thoughts to scurry away just as quick. Her office had giant windows showcasing the first part of the morgue, but from what she could tell no lights were on, and there was definitely no one coming from the hall. She would have heard the footsteps on the concrete floors or even the ding of the elevator. This was much different, and it caused her spine to shiver.

Kylan hesitated on going anywhere near the windows. Wilson would have mentioned something about animals sneaking in, right? Or even mention if anyone else would be wondering the morgue, cleaners, nurses, someone. But she doubted someone would even go into the main laboratory, and doing so in the dark was downright stupid. There were thousands of dollars of sharp knives, saws, needles and equipment that no ordinary person could just get their hands on, and one wrong move those things would cause some serious damage. She kept her eyes locked at the windows, waiting for something to emerge. But nothing came out it, and another loud bang caused her skin to jump right off her bones.

Against her better judgment, Kylan slowly walked forward. Waiting for a dead person to smack against the window, bloody and oozing like those horror movies her brother loved so much. But even in her wildest imagination, she had doubted something like that would ever happen, so she kept close to the wall trying to find the damn light switch to the morgue. Maybe if it was a raccoon or a rat, the light would scare them off. Give her enough time to warn staff on an infestation of rodents and they could come and clean it quick. God, even the thought of having a few rats where dead bodies would be sitting caused her stomach to churn.

Kylan fiddled with the light switch until a flood of artificial flood lamps lit the room. It seemed the first part of the morgue was clean, untouched, the tools hanging off nails and boards, steel glimmering in the light. Sinks seemed to be unused, aprons and refrigerators sat in corners, and a scale polished and ready for use on the main table. Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary, but this was only the first part. The secondary part of the morgue was something she wasn't ready for. The place where they shoved the bodies in those metal crates screwed on the wall, where tags hung from people's blue toes and made gross noises as gas began to be let out of their orifices. But Wilson would have mentioned bodies already dressed down on the slabs. The place was brand new, cleaned just for Kylan. There was no way there were already bodies taking up space on the cold tables.

Another shuffle caused her to nerves to spike, and again, she almost wanted to follow her better instincts and run back upstairs where someone could investigate for her. Hell, as much as she knew Wilson hated ghosts and anything spooky, she would feel better if he was standing behind her in case something bad happened. What would happen if a crazed raccoon bit her on the arm? Or worse, a crazy patient who escaped from the psych ward. All those tools were nice weapons if they needed to be, and Kylan certainly didn't like the idea of someone wielding them against her.

Kylan carefully pitter-pattered to the next light switch, hoping to whoever controlled the heavens to just be a few dead bodies rotting in the cold. Her fingers slid against the chilly tile, and her fingers slid against the plastic switch, she flipped it on.

Nothing.

Not a god damn thing.

She let out a deep breath Kylan wasn't aware she had been holding. Her chest hurt now. Like her heart had just pumped enough blood and adrenaline to run a ten mile marathon. Twice. She laughed at herself on how ridiculous she had been acting. She could only imagine how Wilson would look when she'd tell him the thoughts she had over some old piping or some bullshit like that. Just as she flicked the light back off, she turned, and collided with a mass of fabric.

"Jesus Christ!" She yelled, slamming into the man who scared the crap out of her.

His aftershave permeated her nose for a second, like spice, and she staggard back, trying to put as much distance as she could between the two of them. Which wasn't much, since she had hit the back of the autopsy table, moving it an inch or two causing a loud skid to cover the heavy breathing. Her hands leaned on the sides, and she tried to not to let her nerves get the better of her.

"What the hell are you doing in there?" She finally asked the moment she could break out a few words. The room was barely lit from the other room's light, but she could definitely tell it was a man from the way his shoulders were shaped, the clothing, the smell still stuck in her nostrils. "What the fuck are you doing here in the dark?"

She seemed more surprised than angry. Sure someone was sticking their nose in her new toys, but that didn't mean she cared enough to get a little angry. Maybe a signal or a word or two could have stopped her from wanting to rip off his balls for scaring her like that. Who in their right mind just snooped around a morgue touching things that didn't belong to them?

The light flickered back on, and the bright light caused her eyes to hurt from the sudden adjustment.

The man kept silent, moving past her with a clear and visual limp. For a second she thought she might have kneed him somewhere, but the looks of a cane resting on the cabinet counter across from her, she doubted she injured him. At least, not enough to cause anything like that.

"I sometimes kept pills down here, I'm guessing someone hid them or threw them away."  He finally said, and Kylan couldn't help but get a little irritated at his condescending tone.

"You kept pills in a morgue?" She spit.

"I'm sure you keep pills in cupboards too."

"Not in a morgue."

Kylan would have been freaked out on coming face-to-face with a man so suddenly, especially in the dark and in a room by herself. But she bet herself that if the time came, all she'd have to do was kick him in his bad leg and take off. No immediate amount of danger that screamed red at her, at least, from what she could tell.

He was a taller man, much older than her by ten years from the indication of his peppered hair, he seem withered in the face, wrinkles near his eyes, a much older demeanor overall in his appearance. His limp added to the age, but his clothing, loose and almost ill fitting, made Kylan second-guess herself.

"Who are you? How'd you even get access to the basement, you need a key-card." Kylan said matter-of-fact. her breathing steady finally, and now she wanted actual answers. She didn't doubt he was an actual doctor, but she would be damn well surprised if he was.

As if he thought it was a stupid question, he grabbed a plastic ID card much like hers from his jacket pocket, shoved it close to her nose, and pulled it away like three seconds staring at a white piece of glistening words would give Kylan all the information she needed. But she did get one thing.

A name.

Dr. Gregory House.

Well I'll be damned. She thought. This guy is a damn doctor.

[joaquinbumblebee24]

Onslaught 2/11

It was a beautiful June day, House was riding his motorcycle around the university.  He was thinking through everything that would probably go wrong in the Philippines, what if there was a typhoon?  During his time in the country, there have been three significant storms, one of which was called Monang. He had recalled the thunder;  lightning and the wind.

House hated the wind most; he hated the electric fans at home. Wilson had a fan in the study that he hated. The sound of it and how the fan felt was greeting on his nerves.

He parked the motorcycle at a park near PPTH. The team had no case. It was a frustrating day After Cuddy had browbeaten him into working the clinic.  House was sent plenty of mothers and their kids. The crying got to his nerves; he told a parent that his son wasn’t dying rather unkindly.  Cuddy was called;  she had reprimanded him for being callus in front of the father. As he stormed out of the exam room, Cuddy’s words echoed. “He can’t control himself.”

“Control yourself, Rory.” His mother’s voice played in his ears. House slammed that thought out of his mind. The fact was he couldn't change the fact that he was autistic, even if he wanted to.

“Penny for your thoughts?” House was startled by Wilson’s words. He turned around. “I heard about the incident in the clinic; You alright?” Wilson’s voice resonated in House’s ear.

He sometimes hated that he and Wilson had been best friends before turning their relationship romantic. Wilson knew him very well. House nodded. “It wasn’t fair.” He knew he sounded childish, however, he didn’t care.

“I know.” Wilson just smiled. “So you ran from the hospital to the apartment,  got your bike, rode it.”

“Yes, did Cuddy called you?”

Wilson shook his head.  "No, I heard it from Brenda the clinic nurse.”

“Am I a bad person to say that I want something to go wrong in the Philippines so that I could help?” House asked.

The constant pressure on House to be somewhat normal was taking a toll on him. “We could do Doctors without Borders if you want.”

“You're missing my point, Jimmy.” Said House as he faced Wilson now. “I wished for a distraction, not to create one.”

“Well, yeah. I know what you mean.” Wilson said. “Back to the hospital, or you want to go eat out?”

“Eat out, definitely.”

They loaded the bike to their SUV, It was a Volvo bought by Wilson for its safety features. House thought that it was a boring car.

They headed to dinner at a small pub outside of Princeton. It was an LGBT bar, which was own and operated by Dylan Crandall, House’s friend. They ordered the usual, House loved their Rubin sandwiches, for he could order it dry without pickles. He’d been a picky eater all his life.

“Where’s Dylan?” House asked a waiter.

The waiter sighed. “Crandall is out picking Leona from NYU.”  

House resumed eating his sandwich. Meanwhile, Wilson ordered BLT. He was aware that Wilson was watching him. “What?”

“Is it just me or you looked handsome today; In your gray jeans and a rolling stones shirt? ” Wilson said, as he looked House over.

House rolled his eyes. “Yeah, I know, you like objectifying your spouse.” They ate the rest of their meal in comfortable silence. After dinner, they shared coffee crumble cake.

House wondered outside; while Wilson paid the bill. The diagnostician was deep in thought;  as the parking lot of Crandall’s.

Wilson halted his pace. “Greg? You alright?” Wilson knew not to worry about the pacing, it’s just stimming. House nodded, Wilson led him in their car.

Once in the comfort of the car, Wilson asked. What’s on your mind, You know you’re a bit distracted?”

House wanted to lie, but Wilson would deduce it out of him. “I overheard Cameron and Hadley talking about my birthday. Wilson could certainly guest the meaning of that statement. “Don’t talk to them. it’s my business, not yours.” Wilson nodded.

They drove back, while they were in the car headed home Wilson asked, “So, what do you want to do on your birthday?”

House sighed, “Monster jam. Then dinner and drinks with you.”

“Of course, your wish is my command,” Wilson said sardonically. He called. ‘Siri’ the car's assistant. “Are there any monster jam shows near Princeton on the eleventh?” House smiled. Siri answered with an affirmative. In Trenton, five o’clock. Wilson booked two tickets.

House didn’t like surprises because he knew needed for what to expect. Wilson always asked him what he wanted to do on his birthday or what he wanted for Christmas.

They arrived home. As soon as House was inside, he kicked his Nike’s AirMax 90’s and went to his piano. While Wilson went to the study to work on House’s infectious disease speech.

***

The next morning while Wilson was working on paperwork, n there was a knock on the door. It was Cameron and Hadley. Wilson had the urge to roll his eyes.

“Dr. Wilson?” Cameron said.

“What can I do for you, lovely ladies?” Wilson said sardonically.

Cameron looked at Hadley, urging her to speak.  “Its House’s birthday next week,” Hadley said. “And we want to surprise him.”

The woman looked at him strangely. “Why?” Hadley asked.

Wilson sighed again. “He doesn’t like surprises.” Cameron quirked an eyebrow. “Don’t go behind his back,” Wilson warned.

Wilson quirked a brow. “Who are ‘we’?”

It was Cameron who said. “Just the two of us, Foreman doesn’t want to be bothered, and Chase said no right away.”

Wilson sighed. Chase knew that House was autistic; House had informed him because he had a meltdown in front of Chase that first year. He told Chase that House hated birthdays. “Please, don’t bother him, girls.”

The women looked at him strangely. “Why?” Hadley asked.

Wilson sighed again. “He doesn’t like surprises.” Cameron quirked an eyebrow. “Don’t go behind his back,” Wilson warned.

“I don’t understand, Dr. Wilson; House hated surprises?” Cameron asked, fishing now.

Wilson peered the outside his office into House’s. “Cameron—“ He halted when he saw House. Cameron and Hadley peaked at the balcony door. House was pacing and muttering on his side of the balcony. “Cameron, Please, don’t surprise him, now shoo.”

The moment Cameron and Hadley left, Wilson went outside to speak with his partner. “Greg? Everything alright?” Wilson asked, preventing House’s pace. House halted; he fished out a paper from his pocket. “Clinic schedule?”

House nodded. “Yeah, Cuddy came earlier, telling me since I would be leaving in a week and a half, I should just work in the clinic. Yeah, that would work.” The last part was said with his bitter sarcasm.

Wilson knew how much House hated the clinic, and his apprehension wasn’t because it was boring. His spouse was reminded of how inadequate he was when dealing with people. “Well, what do you want to do?”

House sighed. “You know, I hate clinic duty, help me with it, Jimmy.”

Wilson smiled. “Yeah, I’ll talk with Cuddy. You have a case?” House nodded.

*** On the eleventh, Wilson woke House up with his guitar, “Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, Happy birthday, dear Greg. Happy birthday to you.” He sang and played the familiar song of greeting.

This was not a surprise for House, who the past 10 years of being together, and six years of marriage;  Wilson always did that for him. “Thank you.” He said automatically.

“I got you something,” Wilson said, handing House a package wrap in blue wrapping paper. “Well, I brought you that cause you might want to play;  while we were on the road.”

House opened the present with gusto. As soon as the gift was opened, he smiled. It was a Martin LX1 travel-size acoustic guitar. “Thank you, Jimmy. I love it, really.” His smile touched his blue eyes.

For someone who hated surprises, the genuine smile was huge. “I made you, your favorite food macadamia nut pancake, go to the breakfast bar before you play your new toy.”

House nodded and left their bedroom with his guitar on his left hand. He sat opposite Wilson on the breakfast bar, they ate in contented silence. After the meal, they went shower.

Wilson had an appointment today in another hospital. Afterward, he and House would be going to Trenton to watch a monster truck rally and dinner at Rafael’s; House’s favorite sit down place.

Wilson drove House to work.

*** House went to his office; after Wilson drop him off at the main entryway to the hospital. He stood near the edge of Wilson and his office’s. Cameron and Hadley were discussing inside; There was a medium-sized box, on top was a chocolate cake.  He finally entered his office.

As soon as he was inside, the two ladies got to their feet and began singing the birthday song. House nearly put his hand in his ear.  The sound greeted on his nerves, like nails in a chalkboard. Unlike Wilson’s tone,  gentle and soothing,  theirs was a little high pitch.

He didn’t saw Chase entered. “Stop it, guys!” He heard Chase yelled, “Look at him. You’re overwhelming him.”

Cameron and Hadley looked at Chase and at House. “What do you know?” Cameron asked, looking at House.

Chase started to speak, however, House had beaten him to it. “I have a sensory processing disorder.” “SPD?” Cameron asked. “That condition is associated with Autism.” House practically saw as the cogs turned in her head.

House ran from his office to the clinic to accomplish his duties, four hours in hell. He texted Wilson. ‘Cameron’s brilliant idea pushed through; I thought you  informed them.’

Then his phone rang,  It was his father. He should turn off his phone. The patient a four-year-old kid with pink eye asked, “Dr. Greg, what’s wrong?”

He loved working with children when the parent wasn’t being insufferable idiots; thinking that their child had ebola if they have simple flu. He answered matter of factly. “My father is bugging me.” His tone invited no questions.

After spending his time in the clinic House went up to his office. A package was laying on his desk. “To House, from Robert Chase,’ it read. House opened it. It was a yoyo, fidget cube and a weighted blanket. He smiled a bit. He won’t thank Chase,  not his style, but he could buy him a lollipop.

At five Wilson entered House’s office. “Hi,” Wilson said shyly.

“Oh, hi,” House said putting his things in his blue backpack; and changing from his lab coat into his jean jacket. “Let’s go!” He said walking to Wilson and giving his spouse a kiss on the lips. “How was your day?” House asked while they walked to their car.

“Boring.”

They headed to watch the monster truck show. While there, Wilson watched House; he looked happy, peaceful even. When his favorite truck came, Gravedigger; House almost squealed in glee. Wilson smiled; He was happy to see Greg happy.

After the show, House and Wilson ate at Rafael’s.

End of Chapter 2

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NCIS LA - Callen: Time Heals...

Imagine: Time Heals Word Count: 1119 Fandom: NCIS Los Angeles x House MD Pairing: Callen x Reader Characters: House, Reader, Callen Rating: Teen Gif: Not Mine Requested: @intheendyouwillalwayskneel  Prompt: Hi! Would you write a Callen x reader where he thinks she died on the job and he is devastated? Could you do a crossover with House 😉🤔 somehow? I'm sorry if this is too much.

You’re seated in the cafeteria with House and Wilson, the latter rambling on about his disastrous date the evening before. House rolls his eyes, as he pops another fry into his mouth.  “Well, we did warn you about her,” you tell him as you place your coffee mug onto the coaster and wink at House. He smiles at you in return.  Wilson catches the silent conversation and shrugs his shoulders.  “I don’t know why I talk to you two about this,” he laments.  “Yeah, next time find Cameron and Chase make it a girl’s night where you can eat ice-cream and braid each other’s hair,” House offers and you can’t help the laughter that escapes you. “You know, with friends like you two,” Wilson points and you and House, “who needs real enemies?” “Well, if you choose to be stupid, you can’t fault us for calling you out on it,” House adds. Wilson is about to respond to that, but a call for you via the PA system stops him.

“Paging Dr (Y/L/N), to ER immediately,” comes the voice. You pick up your coffee cup, bid your two friends adios and start making your way to the ER. Without prompting, House follows you to the Emergency room, his cane thumping on the vinyl flooring. You The ER is a flutter of activity, more so than usual. There are four beds currently occupied though two of them don’t look too serious. The third has succumbed to their injuries. The fourth… You cannot see the fourth bed from where you’re standing, and for some reason you’re reluctant to go in. You’re about to turn about and leave when Dr Cuddy comes out from behind the curtain. Seeing you with House, she doesn’t waste a minute, telling you to go in there and stitch the patient up, making sure to leave no scars. You’re not sure what’s going on with House and her but you don’t want to ask either. That was one of the unspoken yet agreed on conditions of your friendship. You didn’t ask about personal relationships, if the other wasn’t comfortable with it and it suited the two of you fine.  “Satan has spoken,” House says in a deep voice, “we must obey.” You try, with immense difficulty, not to grin at the man, but find that you can’t and so you head to the end of the room. You pull the curtain back slightly and step into the cubicle, introducing yourself as you do, though you don’t look up at the patient. The patient chart is on the end of the bed and you look at what needs to be done, asking a few questions as you read.  It’s only when you don’t get any answers that you look up at the patient. The coffee cup falls from your grasp, and you take a step back, bumping into House. “Something wrong?” House asks, but you find you cannot answer him. You simply turn on your heel and walk out, not saying word. 

It’s an hour later when you hear the door open. You’d wondered how long it would take House to give away your location. You don’t turn around, even though you know House would never ask you upfront, what was going on. But it’s not House’s voice that breaks the silence.  “(Y/N),” he says your name so reverently, that your body automatically turns to face him. He hasn’t changed in five years,  dressed in his usual jeans and T-shirt, the only thing missing is the smile normally adorning his expression.  “Callen,” you whisper, though you stop yourself from taking a step toward him.  He comes to a stop two feet away from you, close enough for you to touch him, and it takes a lot of self-restraint for you not to launch yourself into his arms. Well that, and the look of betrayal on his face. You should’ve left him some kind of clue, but at the time you were too afraid to lose him. Looking at him now though, it wouldn’t have made a difference. “How?” just one word. “Granger. He said it was the only way to you keep safe. If I left, they could not get to you via me. One less thing for them to taunt you with,” you whisper. “He got all the paperwork done and here I am, doctor at Princeton Plainsboro.” “Granger,” Callen echoes, though you can hear some anger in it. You both stand in complete silence. You’re not sure what more there is to say. You haven’t been in contact for five years. Five long, fucking, years, though you would never admit, you did check up on him once in a while. You’d take a trip to LA with friends and have dinner at one of the restaurants you frequented with him. Sometime you saw him, sometimes you didn’t.  Granger sent you updates though. That was one of the conditions he had to adhere to. In the beginning it was tough, for both of you, but as time passed you know you couldn’t keep living in the past and so you stopped asking for updates though Granger never stopped sending them.  You couldn’t imagine the pain Callen had gone through and nothing you said now would change that.  The silence was broken this time, by House’s voice. “You’re just going to stand there?” you turn to face him and see that he’s talking to you.  “God, you’re an idiot,” he continues. “Not everyone gets a second chance, and the two of you are going on like its some unsurmountable mountain. Don’t be a jackass. People would kill for a chance like yours. Don’t waste it,” he tells you.  “House,” you start, but he cuts you off.  “Granger told me all about you, and your situation and did you really think I didn’t know about your trips to LA?” You blush at his question, he’s House, he knows everything, also the reason he didn’t keep asking about your past.  “Also, just to make things clear, Wilson was the one who gave your hideout away,” House tells you and you laugh. “Now come on, he’s treating us to dinner because he can’t keep his mouth shut, and also because I have his wallet,” House shows you Wilson’s wallet and smiles at you.  “Want to join us?” you ask Callen. “I know it won’t make up for the last five years, but it’s a start,” you say.  He thinks about it, and you’re almost sure he’s going to decline your offer, but you’re surprised when he nods his head and falls into step with you.  “You have to show me the wallet trick,” he tells House as the elevator doors close. 

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What is your analysis of Castiel and Dean’s friendship? I’m a fairly new fan, and I really don’t understand why people think their bond is so special. It’s a friendship I’ve seen over and over on different TV shows, nothing unique about it like Sam and Dean relationship. How would you analyze their friendship and compare it to friendships seen on other TV shows? In particular, do you believe their bond is something “special” when compared to other friendships seen on TV, and why or why not?

I don’t “analyze” Dean and Cas friendship because 1) it’ barely exist, 2) it’s boring, 3) it’s boring 4) it’s boring 5) it’s too inconsistent 6) it’s not interesting 7) it’s not relatable, 8) it’s boring 9) it’s boring and, 10) Cas is a plot device .

Dude friendship in real life:

Dude 1: My car broke down could you come get me?

Dude 2: It’s three in the morning!  Fine, send me your pin and I’ll be right there.  Fucktard.

Real male friendship don’t let the opportunity to insult go to waste.

Dean and Cas in Supernatural:

Dean: I need you to do this very important mission thing.

Cas: I can’t hear you over my personal mission to declare myself God/fuck up Heaven/let out Lucifer/save the devil spawn even though I want to kill it five minutes ago.

Dude friendship on TV vs Dean and Cas.

Dude A: You killed my friend who is like my brother.  Revenge will be mine for the next 43 minutes!  (example: Iolaus’s death in Hercules and every police procedual show)

Dean: *grieves 30 seconds to 3 minutes whenever Cas died*  I wonder what my Sammy is up to for the next 42 minute and 30 seconds.

The “people” that think their “bond’ is so special are the one percenters who fetishize two white reasonably good looking dudes.  If Cas looks like Bobby Singer those same shippers won’t be claiming there is a special bond between them. 

The “special bond” does exist in fictional lore, they’re called “heterosexual life partner” tropes.  This list goes from “bromance” to “wait, they’re not a gay couple?”

Big Bang Theory Leonard and Sheldon are the nerd version of Sam and Dean - roomates for a very long time, best friends, dysfunctional, parent/child dynamic, and codependent.

A Team’s Face and Murdock run scams together, tease each other constantly, they’re almost always together in the background.  Face tells Murdock ���You were always the one I thought I could count on,” during a serious argument.

Castle   Kevin Ryan and Javier Esposito have the same lottery numbers so that they both win and “it’s not awkward”.

The Closer Provenza and Flynn.   Provenza’s four ex-wives consider Flynn to be their “fifth ranger” and invite him to their get-togethers.

House  Wilson and House.  Dr. Cuddy puts House and Wilson in “couples therapy” because Wilson doesn’t want to be House’s friend anymore.

Psych Shawn and Gus are best friends since they were small children and worked together.  When Shawn proposes to Juliet in the series finale, he asked Gus to marry them since Gus will always be a part of their lives.

Bosten Legal Denny Crane and Alan Shore sit on balcony drinking Scotch together discussing their relationship every episode, have sleepover on occassion, went on an extended fishing trip together.  

The New Girl  Nick and Schmidt. Schmidt throws a wedding-like party to celebrate their having been roommates for ten years and one of the guest had to explain to his mother that Nick and Schmidt is not a gay couple. 

Scrubs  J.D. and Turk. They’re so close that other guest or recurring characters thought they were a gay couple.   Carla voiced her fear that  Turk will leave her for J.D.

Supernatural   Sam and Dean  are soul mates, also making them heterosexual afterlife partners.  Sam and Dean wins the category.

Now can you tell me with a serious straight face that Dean and Cas friendship can compete with any of the above examples?

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Number 7 for your ship of choice for the kiss prompt pls

You said “ship of choice” and my brain just. It went to an OC/House ship. And I guess I have to write it now,,,and be judged. So, here we go. Please, be kind. I am smol and weak and prone to crying:

House was…frustrated, to say the least. He gritted his teeth together and watched as Johnnie unloaded a saran-wrap covered dish onto the meeting room table. It was cookies–chocolate chip, actually. She’d gotten up early to bake them–she wanted them warm when the arrived. Thought they’d be a nice surprise on a cold, rainy day. 

He pushed through the door and into the room, cane thudding against the carpet with a little too much force. 

“Hey, House, why don’t you ever bring us baked goods?” Chase asked as he pulled apart one of the still gooey cookies and popped a piece in his mouth. 

“Because I don’t like you as much as she does,” House replied. Johnnie turned toward him and smiled. He leaned close to her. “If you feed them, they won’t leave,” He told her in a whisper that was still loud enough for the three to hear.

Johnnie shrugged and then tugged her gloves off. “But, I did not feed them after midnight,” She pointed out. Her accent was rough and thick this morning, a warning for an oncoming cold. “So therefore, they will not turn into the gremlins as you fear.” She reached up and smoothed out his suit jacket. “I need to go talk to Dr. Cuddy.”

“Oh, but we were having such a fun time with you here,” House muttered. “Why not stay, help with the differential diagnosis? You can’t be any worse than this lot.” He gimped over to the coffee machine. 

“They have medical degrees,” Johnnie pointed out. She shrugged her jacket off and threw it over one of the chairs. House looked back to see her turn toward the door and away from him. Her sweater was a warm red with sleeves that reached just past her wrists. “There is only one kind of medicine I know.”

“Oh my god,” Cameron squawked as she winked at House. “I don’t want to know about your sex lives.”

“Ditto,” Foreman agreed, looking moodily at his coffee mug.

It wasn’t until later that House saw Johnnie again and the frustration built in his chest once again. He caught her arm as she passed by. 

“Do you have a moment?” He asked, keeping his voice low. Several nurses, as well as Wilson, turned to look at the two of them. “My office?”

“I always have a moment for you, carino,” She replied. House let her go and began to hobble off to his office and she followed behind, silent as the grave. 

The door had barely shut behind her, before he was turning toward her. “Why are you trying to make friends with them? You do realise Cameron hates your guts, right?”

“Greg, I am not trying to become friends with anyone,” Johnnie replied. She cocked an eyebrow at him. Or as best she could; House had come to recognise the action, even though it was a poor copy of the real thing. 

“You got up an hour early to bake them cookies–I think that’s a pretty friendly thing to do,” He hissed out from between his teeth. “You don’t even work here. Fishing for information, maybe?”

“No, if I wanted to spy on you, I have a house key,” Johnnie replied. “And I do not need to work here. I am bored, and you have nothing better to do, hm?” She took a step toward him and slid her hands up and onto his shoulders. “Is your leg bothering you?”

House huffed, but didn’t shrug her off. He looked away from her, toward the now empty meeting room to his left. “My leg is always bothering me.”

Johnnie’s hand moved higher to pet at the stubble on his cheek. “I’m sorry, Greg. I wish I could help. I know it bothers you–”

He wrapped an arm around her and pulled her forward, just a bit closer to him–her body heat was intoxicating immediately–she always seemed to be running a fever, without really running a fever. His mouth covered hers, quick at first and then soft, dragging across her lips and getting her to sigh. 

“–you’re doing fine,” He grunted out. “I just wish you wouldn’t try so hard with them. They don’t deserve it.”

“A lot of people don’t,” Johnnie reasoned. Her eyes lowered for a moment, and then bounced back up, brighter than before. “But it is easier to live in a world where I can assume everyone as kind and deserving.” She kissed his chin, and then let her lips catch on his bottom lip. “You have a patient.”

House hummed softly in faux thought. “I do, you are correct,” He pinched her side and got her to squeal. “But my patient isn’t a five-foot four latina woman who fucks me on a regular basis.”

“But he does pay your rent,” Johnnie told him. She smacked at his chest lightly and pulled herself from his arms. “Behave,” She warned, before flouncing over to the door. “Or one of those things will change.”

“I hope to god it won’t be the height.”

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Remedy

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I don’t have to hurry now, because we don’t have a new patient at the moment. Our last one was sent out of Princeton-Plainsboro safe and sound two days ago, and since then, I haven’t seen my boss’s—Gregory House’s—face. My colleagues have been busy with minor jobs, so the privilege of being in charge instead of House landed on me in the end; I have to take care of his private hours to deal with people who come to see a doctor for an illness as simple as a flu or a running nose. Of course, it was inevitable that Cuddy grew suspicious after she found everything perfectly documented and done in connection with that genius man’s consultation hours—hence, after one of the controls, she entered the room, only to find me sitting with the notepad overlapping my thighs, papers in hand, faking House’s signature on each one of them.

Since then, I’ve been forbidden to take care of the people and do House’s job instead of him, which is why my current task is to try to reach him through his phone and pray him back into the hospital to do his work properly instead of having me do it for him—but I know the only way to coax him back is finding a new case, but it’s not as easy as one might think; finding something that genuinely piques House’s interest is like looking for a needle in a hayrick.

Right now, I’m standing at the nurses’ desk with a random person’s file in hand, roaming over the lines idly just to kill the much time on my hands with my phone plastered between my cheek and shoulder to keep it in place, waiting for the dialling tone to end and hear House speak on the other end of the line—which never seems to happen.

Exhaling an exasperated breath, I place the document back into the folder holder before deciding to head to the ER. I need to find something to do, even if just a quick job, otherwise I’ll most likely go nuts by the end of the day due to a fried brain. I adjust the white labcoat and my ID card clipped to it, before picking up a stethoscope to hang it in my neck. Upon entering the ER, I look around to see a few nurses dealing with all the patients. Thankfully, upon scanning the area, I notice Allison Cameron; without thinking, I approach her in hopes she could help me, albeit she’s busy on her own.

“Hey, Cameron,” I greet her. She doesn’t even look at me, being too preoccupied with removing broken splinters of glass from a man’s skin with a tweezer.

“Lockwood,” she replies, only with a quick glance cast at me with a small smile in the corner of her mouth, then her blue gaze is already gone, focused back on her patient, resuming her task at hand.

“Do you have something for me?” I ask with just a touch too much desperation in my tone. I find myself cracking my knuckles in anticipation in the pockets of my gown.

“House is not back yet, is he?” She forms that as a question, but I have a feeling she meant that to rather be a declaration. She knows House like she knows the back of her hand—all those years she’s spent working for the man, she’s gotten used to his erratic behaviour.

“Nope. And he won’t pick his phone up either.”

“And he won’t do that unless he has a good reason to,” she points out the obvious to me; that much I know, too.

“So do you have or don’t have?” I insist stubbornly. I can’t let everyone just shake me off because it would be too inconvenient for them to find a task for me. I’m an intern, that’s part of what they are supposed to do for me. After a couple moments of contemplation, Cameron offers, “A police officer was transited here not ten minutes ago. Gunshot wound.”

“Where do I find him?” I ask immediately. She points behind me with a mild jerk of her chin, and I turn to see my new patient, but instead of himself, I find myself looking at a pale turquoise curtain. I hastily pick up every tool I’ll need to take care of the officer; I arrange everything on a metal tray before taking off towards the cop. Tucking the curtain away, I finally see him—laying on the bed, palms covering his body where the bullet passed through his skin, wide eyes now trained on me after his attention was attracted at me by the loud swoosh.

To be honest, when I was told that a member of the force was shot, I expected anything but an arrest-worthily stunning man. I thought I would find myself face to face with a tad obese man who consumes too many doughnuts during the free periods in his shift, maybe in his late forties, too—but instead of that, my patient is an attractive man with firm tones and a sculpted body. When I glance down at his chart where a nurse has previously written his data, I quickly calculate in my mind that he’s twenty-six. Years before I joined health-care, such a scenario had already been on my bucket list, but I wouldn’t have dared to think it would come true once.

Looking back into his eyes, a shiver runs down my spine when I notice how much his gaze has changed—now it conveys anger and impatience, and I would like to believe it’s not because of me, but because he was shot and is now frustrated that he can’t do justice in town.

“It takes ten minutes to treat a cop on the ER?” His voice stings me to the core, but I choose not to let his bitter remark get to me—just because he has a bad day, doesn’t mean mine has to be ruined, too. Instead of biting back something in response, I jovially smile at him as I set the tray down beside the hospital bed he’s occupying, after closing the curtain back behind me. The loud smack of the rubber gloves sharply reverberate around us as I’m putting them on.

“I imagine you don’t get to handle everything all at once, either,” I can’t resist commenting, but there’s no actual heat behind it. That seems to have the desired effect on him, though, because his stiff posture softens, tension apparently seeping out of his frame. I reach for a small cloud of cotton that I drench in the disinfectant just moments later. I grab the piece with a tweezer, then move to treat the abused area of the man’s skin. He pops the buttons on his uniform without a word, opening the garment up and revealing his naked upper body to me. It sways me a little, but I gain my strength back quickly. “This may hurt a little,” I say gently, but I must sound like I’m trailing off—and I probably am, because I’m transforming into the detached doctor I’m supposed to be at the moment.

The tiniest hiss is what I get in return to my warning as soon as the puffy material touches the wound. After I’m ready, I launch into fishing out the bullet from his body—no operation is needed, because it’s not in too deep, thanks to the bulletproof vest he wore, but had taken off before I approached him—now it’s laying on the chair stood next to his bed, long forgotten. The officer’s torso is covered in blood, and the more ministrations I do, the messier it gets, so from time to time I need to swipe him clean.

The silence settled between us is just stretching and stretching, none of us seems to have any intentions of breaking it anytime soon. Thus, the sounds of the rest of the ER encompass us—the intermittently ringing phones, the general hustle and bustle of people, patients and nurses included, a voice calling Dr. Wright to head to the nurses’ desk through the speaker, and conversations that are muted to low buzzing in our ears.

For some reason, I feel tempted to ask him how he got shot, so after a short consideration, I do just that. His answer throws me for a loop, however.

“I don’t know.”

“How can you possibly not know that?” I ask before I could stop myself and think otherwise. My hand stopped over his wound without my consent, but the bullet is out of him, and I only need to stitch him up now, so it’s fine. He doesn’t take my question personally—more so, he seems embarrassed about it. I instantly say it’s never mind, and go to resume my work, getting ready the needle and the thread, when he abruptly speaks up again. For some reason, it gives me the sense that he feels like sharing right now; not just anything, but his darkest secret, and he thinks I’m the perfect recipient of his honesty.

“I have no clue what happened. Suddenly I blacked out, then the next thing I know is that I’m in an ambulance on my way to the hospital.”

My eyebrows knit together in confusion, but refrain from commenting anything this time. I do ask him, “Did you black out after being shot or before that?”

The officer purses his lips into a thin line, apparently deep in thought to give me a plausible response. He ends up answering, “I’m not sure.”

The words barely leave his mouth when I’m muttering in a flurry, “Wait a second, I need to make an important call,” pulling off the gloves from my hands clumsily, while I’m already trying to reach for my cell phone. I put distance between the man and me, phone already plastered to my cheek and my other hand covering my free ear, find an abandoned and remotely silent corner outside of the ER, then wait for the dialling tone to stop before starting to talk.

“House, I think I found us a new case.”

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Problems With The Heart

Greg House x Dr Anna Harding (OFC)

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Chapter 32 - Parole

House finally got out of jail on parole thanks to Foreman. Wilson wasn’t impressed, he’d spent long enough trying to help Anna get back on track, she finally called him two months after House had crashed into Cuddy’s house. She was losing the plot, she was in tears and closer to death than she’d ever been.

Wilson picked her up from a hotel room in Vegas and for two weeks she lay in bed going through withdrawal and struggling to get her weight back up to a reasonable number. She did well and she stuck to her treatment plan, she showed the signs of wanting to get better that he wished House had shown. She had a couple of slips, but she always called Wilson when it got to be too much. She was being responsible.

Anna got back to work and no one was the wiser, she told people she had family stuff to take care of back in England and took some time to go rock climbing again, which covered for her weight loss. She agreed to let Wilson be her doctor and they had regular check ups.

However Anna was more resistant than House had ever been when it came to talking about her feelings. She still cared about him, enough that she kept up with what was going on at the prison. She had briefly worked with a doctor who was there and occasionally took a phone call that made her heart hurt.

Wilson was unsure whether he should have told her that he was coming back to the hospital, but he couldn’t exactly let him just reappear in her life like that.

‘We don’t have much choice,’ Wilson said over dinner in the cafeteria. ‘None of us have been able to figure out what’s wrong with these lungs. Even you can’t do it-‘

‘And he is a better diagnostician.’ She nodded in agreement. Anna ran her hand over her face and breathed out.

‘You okay?’

‘I don’t know.’ She shook her head. ‘I have no idea. But she needs these lungs. What about you?’

Wilson shrugged. ‘Our friendship is over. I don’t feel anything about it.’

‘Liar.’ Anna smirked. ‘You going to punch him?’

‘What? No!’

‘Yeah, you are.’

‘I am not.’

‘Fifty says you do.’

Wilson chuckled and agreed.

House needed to think. Park was okay, but she was far too fresh for his liking. Wilson was being distant with him and the only person he hadn’t seen yet was Anna.

‘She’s around.’ Foreman assured him. ‘Probably dealing her own patients.’

‘She okay?’ House asked, trying to seem casual.

‘She’s fine. She’s the same as ever.’

House nodded and wandered up to the ICU to try and come up with a new idea. He caught a glimpse of her walking with a file toward the elevator, she was engrossed in what she was reading and House didn’t have the heart to stop her and talk to her again. She looked good, healthy and revitalised.

Anna was the one person he didn’t want to disturb or to be upset from his presence in the hospital. He stood and watched her step into the elevator, closing the file and looking up just as the door was about to close. Those bright blue eyes found his and he felt his heart stop for a moment, she was still beautiful and he felt his anger flare. He never deserved her in the first place.

He solved the case, occasionally his gaze would connect with Anna’s, but he couldn’t find the courage to speak to her.

He was glad Wilson punched him in the face, his friend was back and maybe his life could get back to normal.

‘You should talk to Anna.’ He said, handing House some Chinese. ‘She doesn’t say it, but she misses you.’

‘I don’t think so.’ He shook his head. ‘She’s better off without me.’

‘Maybe, but she still misses you.’ Wilson said again. ‘She’s the only doctor at the hospital who does. She’s been doing well and she’s been clean for four months tomorrow, you should congratulate her.’

House shook his head again. ‘She won’t wanna talk to me. I think it’s best I just leave her be for a while.’

House knew he was right, but Wilson had other plans. He’d managed to find a way to bring them together over lunch. It was awkward and brief, Anna getting paged the second House actually sat down.

‘She obviously doesn’t want to talk to me,’ House said, lowly. ‘Why can’t you just let her be?’

‘Because she hasn’t been the same since Vegas.’ Wilson sighed. ‘She was focused before she left, but now she’s quiet. Sophia left, something about her brother in New York, but since then I’ve been the only one she has had to talk to when things were tough, when she felt like using again, but she doesn’t actually say anything. She’s been having episodes again that I don’t know how to handle. House she needs you, whatever it was she got from you before, she needs it again. Help her.’

House thought about it, he really didn’t want Anna to suffer, but he also didn’t want to upset her and make things worse. He should’ve just talked to her.

House had had a good week. Cardiology needed some new equipment and he decided it was as good a time as any to finally talk to Anna. He went up to her office at the end of the week when there was hardly anyone around and put a cheque down on her desk.

She cleared her throat and picked up the cheque, barely reacting to the amount.

‘If this is compensation,’ she started. ‘You’re going to need to double it at least.’

‘I heard you needed some new equipment.’

Her blue eyes scanned him suspiciously. ‘Okay, I’m a little rusty so I’ll bite. Why are you giving money to my department.’

‘It’s a good conversation opener.’ He tried. ‘And Wilson thinks we need to talk, but I think you’re better off without me hanging around so the cheque is just an excuse to say that. It is however, convenient that that is the exact amount you need to replace a few things.’

Anna again, looked at him curiously. ‘Okay. Thank you.’

House nodded and went to leave, but he couldn’t go without saying what Wilson urged him to say. ‘I don’t want you to get upset or angry because I mean it, but congratulations on four months clean. I’m happy you’ve been able to focus without me being here.’

For a moment he thought she might have cried, but she held onto it and sighed, featuring to the seat in front of her. House cautiously sat down.

‘Wilson has been telling me to talk to you as well.’ She said. ‘I’m not upset or angry with you congratulating me, so I would ask for the same in return…’ House nodded, he’d do his best. ‘I had another miscarriage… it was a little after you and Cuddy got together and I’m sorry I never told you, it just never seemed like a good time and I convinced myself that as long as patients didn’t suffer, everything would be okay.’ She swallowed hard, but House just felt his heart stilling before beating harder than it had for a long time. ‘I’m sorry I didn’t tell my parents that we broke up, I’m sorry that I ran away to Vegas, but if anyone understands what I was feeling, it’s you. And I’m sorry I never visited you in jail. I should have done.’

House took a moment to take in everything she said, she looked relieved to have gotten things off her chest and that made him focus his attention.

‘You had other things to worry about than coming to see me.’ He shook his head. ‘Did you tell Wilson? About the miscarriage?’

Anna slowly shook her head. ‘No. He doesn’t know anything.’

‘You should tell him at some point. He’d want to know and if there were any lasting effects, you should at least get yourself checked out.’

‘I know.’ Anna nodded and for the first time since jail, he was happy to see a small smile appear on her face. ‘You’re giving me that look.’

‘What look?’

Anna shook her head again. ‘I can’t talk anymore.’

House understood and soon left her office. He didn’t upset her and that was the point, he couldn’t say for certain if he made things better, but she wasn’t angry and that was good.

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It's Time To Say Goodbye To 'Girlfriends' Guide To Divorce'

Lisa Edelstein is stepping into the role of self-help guru Abby McCarthy one last time. 

The fifth and final season of “Girlfriends’ Guide to Divorce” just got underway, and although parting is bittersweet, Edelstein said it’s a good time for Bravo’s first-ever scripted series to bid adieu.

“There’s something really special about knowing when you end, and it does something to the writing that you can’t do on a show that is continuing without knowing whether it’s coming back next season,” Edelstein told HuffPost at Build Series. “Since we knew we were ending we got to write a beautiful ending for all of the characters in a way that was both satisfying, but that also made you yearn for a little bit more.”

Edelstein thinks fans will be happy with where “Girlfriends’ Guide to Divorce” goes this season. With the chaos of her divorce behind her, Abby will be making decisions that aren’t “coming from panic,” Edelstein said. We’ll see Abby and Mike’s (James Lesure) relationship grow, but Abby’s ex, ex-husband, Jake (Paul Adelstein), isn’t completely out of the picture.

“She wants to take bold moves,” Edelstein said.

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Abby and Mike in a scene from “Girlfriends’ Guide to Divorce.”

Although she loves the whole season, Edelstein’s favorite episode by far is the final one.

“The grand finale is so beautiful. It’s really well done,” she said. “It’s a great idea and a great way of helping the story come to a close.”

This isn’t the first time Edelstein has had to say goodbye to a beloved series. The actress, who spent seven years playing Dr. Cuddy on the award-winning show “House,” left the series prior to the final season. That departure was quite a different experience, though. 

“I left under really strange circumstances. It was a very sad moment. It was heartbreaking. It was a bad breakup,” she said about leaving “House.” “It was like any other moment in your life when someone breaks your heart. It took me a long time to recover. And also, the details are not something I ever felt comfortable talking about publicly, and that makes it even more difficult because people have their own ideas. Most of them are wrong.”

Still, Edelstein described her time on the Fox series as “an amazing experience” ― and one that paved the way for a starring turn on a show like “Girlfriends’ Guide.” 

“That show certainly paid me well, and I got to be on an incredibly successful show ― a machine that was stronger than any of us ever expected, playing a wonderful character ― a smart, successful woman,” she said about the Dr. Cuddy role. “There were a lot of great boundaries burst by that character.” 

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“The grand finale is so beautiful,” Edelstein said. 

Now, with her Bravo show ending, Edelstein is setting her sights on her next projects. She’s directing her own short film and will star alongside Alan Arkin and Michael Douglas in Chuck Lorre’s new comedy, “The Kominsky Method,” on Netflix. 

But until then, Edelstein will be watching “Girlfriends’ Guide” each week, right along with viewers when it airs on Thursday nights ― likely solo.  

“I usually don’t watch with anybody, because I worry that I won’t like something that I did,” she said. “But it’s fun live-tweeting with the fans and seeing what their comments are. Then it also feels a little weird live-tweeting with the fans because it feels a little narcissistic. And then I stop doing it. You want to see what people are reacting to, but you also want to stay out of its way.”

Will she miss the series? Sure. But it’s wrapping up right on time ― and on the best of terms. 

“I feel like it’s ending where we still love these characters,” Edelstein said, “but we haven’t sucked these stories dry.”

“Girlfriends’ Guide to Divorce” airs Thursdays at 10 p.m. on Bravo.

Check out the full Build interview below.

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Has it happened to you? You say sorry too often when sorry isn’t needed. At a restaurant when the waiter gets your order wrong. At the mall when someone bumps into you. At work when someone misses your meeting, and it feels like your fault because you didn’t remind them. Or maybe you struggle to accept compliments. Instead of saying thanks, you argue against the compliment. You downplay it. You attribute it to some coincidence. The above, described my life. I had a low self-image, lack of confidence, courage or whatever you want to call it. Maybe you’re in the same boat I was. Always thinking if only I could alter my self-image. If only I could boost my confidence. If only I could be the person I’ve always wanted to be. But what if I told you, you could? Dr. Maxwell Maltz said it best: “Low self-esteem is like driving through life with your hand-break on.” The definition of self-esteem is your faith in someone or something. Maybe you’re overweight and lost faith in your body. Maybe you feel you’ve failed your parents. Maybe you feel you have failed yourself. If so, this post might be of help. Here are a few tricks that have helped me, and may help you too.

1. What If

If you experience self-doubt during indecision, ask yourself: “How would I act in this situation if I was overflowing with confidence?” Then, do it that way! Your comfort zone is a dangerous place to be. If you want to grow, get out of it.

2. Here’s Why Affirmations Don’t Work

I know what you’re thinking. Not this again! But hear me out. Here’s the catch that most people miss. You have to say your affirmations with feeling. What’s the difference between an owner’s manual and a best-selling novel? Emotion. Your subconscious mind doesn’t understand words, but it does emotion. Repeat the following to yourself with as much enthusiasm as possible: Everyday, in every way, I’m getting bolder, more confident, and self-assured. At first, you won’t believe yourself, but if you tell your subconscious mind something long enough, after a while it’ll believe it.

3. Knowing vs Doing

It’s easy to fall into the trap of saying: “Meh, I already know this.” Instead as yourself: “Am I applying this advice to my life?” Also, ask yourself if this advice can improve your life. If it can, it would be wise to test this new idea in your life by applying it.

4. Reverse Engineering

If you haven’t watched Amy Cuddy’s Ted talk, you’re in for a treat. Self-assured people have a confident body posture. But Cuddy explains the reverse can also apply. If you’re feeling down, strike a power pose for 2 minutes to increase confidence. A power pose is any position that makes your body bigger and more open. My favorite is feet on the desk with my hands clasped behind my head.

5. Outsource

I’ll be honest with you. Building confidence is possible, but it does take time. You won’t gain it overnight. Until you reach your goal have someone be your confidence. Whoever inspires you. It might be Tony Robbins, Oprah, or whoever. Reading or listening to their stories can be empowering. You learn about their sheer determination and persistence that got them where they are today.

6. Act Like a Nightclub Bouncer

Negative thoughts spread like weeds. As soon as one enters, they spread. You should be like a nightclub bouncer who banishes every negative thought that tries to enter your club of happiness. Sometimes you feel powerless, but don’t let self-doubt take your power. You have the power to choose more positive thoughts. Is it easy? Nope! But it becomes easier with practice. Driving also wasn’t easy. But the more you practiced, the better you got. And it’s OK if you’re scared. Courage is being scared and still moving forward. As with self-esteem, you can also learn to be courageous. You are not your beliefs. Someone else put them there. If someone put them there it means someone can remove them. Don’t tell yourself the lie that you can’t do it. Because that’s all it is. A lie. People with way fewer resources than you have achieved more. Not because they got lucky, but because they wanted it. The question is, do you want it bad enough? Do you want to be confident? Instead of going through life with your handbrake on, rather rip it out. When (not if) your confidence skyrockets you’ll be in the fast lane. No need for slowing down or parking. Let’s stop settling. Let’s stop trying to please other people, and rather please ourselves. To hell with what anyone thinks. If you’re happy, they should be happy for you. Because isn’t being happy the purpose of life? It sure is for me. So let’s change that. I’m game. Are you?

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