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"Seriously," House muttered in a neutral tone that didn't show the fear he felt. "There is no need to take out on me what was your fault in the first place."
"I can't lose my son!" Moriarty screeched furiously, shoving the blaster right up against House's windpipe.
"Too bad, you can't always get what you want," House retorted.
"I've had enough of you," Moriarty replied in a threatening tone. "It is time to meet your maker."
"Sorry, I don't have one."
"That's it!" Moriarty declared and his finger started to pull the trigger. However the second he did so something shocking happened. Faster than he could blink, suddenly his blaster was sliced through by a blue lightsaber blade.
Obi-Wan held the lightsaber between House and Moriarty. "Can't we settle this like adults," he said. Behind him Anakin stood, his blade also activated, and he looked as though he was itching for a fight.
House snorted. "I've been trying to tell him that for weeks now."
Moriarty's face turned pale then with anger as he looked up to glare at the Jedi. "I'm not surrendering," he replied.
"I'm sorry," Obi-Wan said. "But you are under arrest for attempted murder and kidnapping."
One week later and House was back at the med center, now fully recovered from his encounter. He was still not happy with the fact that Jedi rescued him, and especially them being Jedi that he already didn't care for, but at least he wasn't suffering from the lack of his precious Vicona anymore. The one downside was that now he had to return to work.
"House!" Cuddy declared walking into an exam room where House was once more ignoring his clinic duty. He didn't look up from the datasheet he was reading, and also didn't acknowledge her presence.
"Fine," Cuddy retorted. "Ignore me all you want, but I'm just going to have to fire you."
House rolled his eyes. "Must you continue with these idle threats, because really it got old years ago."
"Oh really?" Cuddy said disbelieving, and then pressed a button on the wall and spoke into a speaker. "Page Doctor Wilson."
House laughed. "Like Wilson could do any better."
It was then that Wilson entered the room.
"James," Cuddy said addressing him. "Get House to do his clinic hours and I will give you the funding you want for that oncology trial you've been wanting."
The with a grin on her face she walked out of the room closing it behind her.
Wilson sighed. "House—"
"Blackmail isn't your thing, Wilson; don't you know I'm immune?"
"Don't you remember the thing you said to me that one day when you had too much Corellian ale, you know about Cuddy," Wilson stated.
"How could you possibly believe anything I said when I was drunk?" House mused.
"I don't, but that doesn't mean that Cuddy won't," he replied.
House rolled his eyes. "What about the man code?" Wilson shook his head. "Traitor," House muttered.
"Have fun in clinic," Wilson replied cheerily.
House walked out into the main lobby and glancing at the full pile of files, he made an instant decision. He started at the end of the line up and limped down speaking as he went. "Cold, cold, cold, your pregnant, nothing is wrong with you, you're a hypochondriac, flu-,"
Those that he diagnosed either looked up at House baffled or they dispersed, and yet again House's excitement couldn't last for long.
"House!" Cuddy declared furiously. "You can't diagnose people without even looking at them, and you don't just sprout off diagnoses in the middle of the clinic!"
House shrugged and opened his mouth to protest. However the second he did, suddenly he felt his air cut off and seconds later he collapsed.
"Crash cart!" Cuddy yelled rushing to House's side.