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Summary: After Sunnydale collapsed, Buffy has rebuilt her life and is happy. Until tragedy strikes and her life is turned upside down once more, only this time it's on a much more personal level. Crossover with House MD, focuses on Buffy and House characters.

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Television > House, M.D. > Buffy-Centered(Past Donor)NotJanaFR1556150,72194873382,6005 May 0813 Jul 09Yes
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Chapter Eighteen

Disclaimer: I don’t own House or BTVS. No infringement is intended. Sadly, no profit will be made from this either.

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Chapter 18

Everyone else just looked at her in confusion. She was bleeding and all she cared about was her top?

Rolling her eyes at their reaction, Buffy thought she might just as well use it to her advantage. "Well, thanks for the pointing out thing. I'll just go and change. See ya later!"

Lifting his cane, effectively blocking Buffy's path, House shook his head, smirking. "Nice try- "

"Thanks," Buffy grumbled moodily.

"-But that needs to be looked at."

She raised her chin in an obvious challenge. "Since when have you become Mr All Caring?"

Shrugging his shoulders, House quipped. "Evil Nurse Brenda probably spiked the lollipops."

Looking between House and Brenda, who was watching with interest from the other side of the nurse's desk, Buffy snickered and was soon joined by Brenda. Winking at Buffy, Brenda motioned towards the now empty pot of lollipops and looked sternly at House, "It's your own fault."

Poking out his tongue at the still smirking nurse, House turned to the police and security officers standing behind Buffy, his face straight once more. "I'll take a look and make sure she's alright."

The police woman nodded and turned back to Buffy. "Thank you. Miss Summers, I'll contact you to go over your statement later."

"Yeah. Great," Buffy grumbled. "I'm so looking forward to it."

Snorting, House shook his head at her antics. Here she was, bleeding, but all she cared about was her torn top. In fact, seeing only signs of nothing more than slight discomfort was the only reason he hadn't whisked her away to the ER already. Instead he decided to pass her off as a clinic patient. That way he might have a chance to get behind her help-the-helpless behaviour, even taunt her a bit about it – without getting her to stop talking to him again, though. That would just be boring. And, even better, he could write it off as clinic duty too.

Once the two law enforcement officers left, House turned to Brenda and took an empty patient's form. "Dr House taking patient Summers to examination room one."

Grinning, he turned and gently took Buffy's arm before she could make another run for the exit. Then, seeing Dr Smith of the boring name coming out of examination room three with his patient in tow, he turned to Brenda again. "Make that room three. Send Smith to one. He won't notice the difference anyway."

Not waiting for a reply House steered Buffy towards the afore-mentioned room and closed the door behind him.

As soon as they were inside, his cheerful mask slipped for a second and he looked intrigued at the small woman in front of him. She fought off a group of thugs? She had to have more than a scratch. Even if she didn't look too bad. Or seem to be in shock. Which was interesting in itself and needed his attention.

Rolling her eyes, Buffy groaned. And whined, "Come on. Not you too! I'm really fine."

"Just remind me of just where exactly you got your medical degree from?" House snarled.

Buffy crossed her arms in front of her chest and furrowed her eyebrows. "No need to get all snappy on me."

Ignoring her comment, he pointed to her top. "Strip."

"Pervert," Buffy replied without batting an eyelid.

"Thanks," House said, smirking lopsidedly. "It's always great to feel appreciated."

Buffy only growled at that, giving him one of her better death glares.

Ignoring her I-wish-you'd-drop-dead glare, House used his cane to draw a rolling stool closer before sitting down on it. "You're dripping onto the floor," he said casually, pointing to the area around her feet.

Buffy huffed, "I’m not!" Nevertheless she looked down and fair enough, there were a few drops on the otherwise immaculate floor next to her. Scowling at House, she added, "Just point me to the band-aids. You turn around and close your eyes while I patch myself up and everyone will be happy."

House shook his head. "Can't have Cuddy steal my cable privileges for letting you bleed to death."

"Hello-o! I've done the bleeding to death thing. Trust me, this doesn't even come close to it," Buffy grumbled but gave up on staring at him from her standing position. There was a perfectly fine examination table behind her after all and, given her missing out in the growth department, sitting on said examination table would give her an even higher vantage point. Yep. She wasn't sitting down because her arm and side started to throb, now that the adrenalin rush was long gone. She was sitting down because it gave her an advantage over House.

House being House ignored her change in position but went straight for the kill. "You bled out before?" he asked in astonishment.

"Huh?" Buffy asked confused, not expecting him to home in on that little absent minded remark. Well, maybe not so little. Oops.

"What? You not only give your blood some time off but your brain's suddenly gone on holiday too?" House challenged while rolling himself closer to Buffy.

"Thanks," Buffy said smugly, swinging her legs back and forth.

Now it was House's turn to look confused.

Rolling her eyes, Buffy clarified, "You just admitted I have a brain while most of your descriptions of people have a brainless hidden somewhere."

House grinned and nodded in approval. Putting his stool on its highest setting, he looked Buffy straight in the eyes while carefully lifting her blood stained arm. "Back to my original question. You bled out before?"

Letting him probe and prod her arm and side, Buffy shook her head. "Sure. And now I'm sitting here all dead and blood-less, dripping tomato sauce all over you."

"Ah, got to love someone who appreciates the art of sarcasm." Smirking, House looked up from examining her injuries. Becoming serious again, he added, "Now lose your top. You've got a cut running across your arm onto your side and back that needs stitching in some places. Looks like it comes from a single slash?"

"Idiots," Buffy grumbled darkly. "Playing with knives when they should be home, waiting for their next nappy change."

Stopping his probing, the cut seemed to have finally stopped bleeding on its own, House looked at her strangely. "Just how old were they? And how many?"

Buffy shrugged her shoulders and winced when the movement pulled on the cut House had just been looking at. "Dunno. I was kinda too busy avoiding knives and knuckle rings to count."

Eyes opening comically wide, House asked, "Knuckle rings?"

He shook his head in disbelief. Not only did she interrupt a little gang from robbing somebody instead of minding her own business, no, she had to go and fight them off. Without weapons. While they were obviously armed. Who in their right mind would do that? He should stitch her up and send her straight to the psychiatry ward. Yeah. Or at least go and check both her blood and her apartment for any toxins or drugs.

Watching his inner monologue with some sort of amusement, Buffy didn't protest as he started unbuttoning her blouse and helped her out of it. Once the bloody garment was carelessly thrown aside, he carefully inspected every inch of her torso for further injuries. Cursing when he found a couple of bruises on her ribs and back that clearly came from the use of the knuckle rings she'd mentioned earlier, he rolled his chair to one of the cupboards and got two instant cold packs out.

"Talkative much?" Buffy finally interrupted his silent ramblings.

Huffing loudly, House stared at her darkly before pointing to the head part of her examination table. "Lie down onto your side."

Poking her tongue out at him, Buffy nevertheless complied. House moved her slightly until he was satisfied before simply taping the cold packs over the fresh bruises. House kept her in place even though Buffy jumped at the sudden coldness. "Stay still."

"Yes, your grumpiness," Buffy drawled out and smirked knowingly when she saw the side of his mouth twitch.

"Smart-ass." Rolling himself to another cupboard, House got everything he'd need to stitch Buffy up.

"Wow. Two compliments in half an hour? Are you ill or something?" Buffy asked innocently.

Shrugging his shoulders, House brought everything over. "I've got tons of needles. I'd say that puts things into perspective again."

Eyes opening wide, Buffy watched his movements with trepidation. And showed every intention of getting up again. "But I'm allergic to needles!"

Pushing her down again, House looked at her incredulously. "You're afraid-"

"Allergic!" Buffy interrupted quickly.

"Allergic of needles but fight against a whole bunch of thugs with knives?"

"Well," Buffy said while maintaining a perfect pout, "Knives aren't all that pointy. And they are big. Plenty of chances to see and avoid them. Needles, on the other hand, are sneaky and really pointy and pure evil."

"Fine. I'll go and get a bunch of knives to make the holes used to put the thread through in order to close your cut," House suggested without batting an eyelash.

"Meany."

"Wimp."

"Bah." Poking out her tongue at him again, Buffy screwed high eyes close tightly. "Fine. Have fun. Just hurry cause I sure as hell don't have all day."

"I'm just waiting for the local anaesthetic to kick in," House replied smugly.

Buffy frowned. She hadn't even felt it going in. And House knew it.

Bah.

--

Wilson looked around the cafeteria when he entered it for an early lunch. House was busy in the open clinic so he hoped for a quiet and uninterrupted meal. One that didn't consist at least partly of Buffy this, Buffy that. Sure, he'd been impressed with her muffin stunt several weeks ago. But that had been before he knew who she really was.

Once his tray was filled with food he took another look around and, upon seeing Dr Marmine sitting alone in the far corner, decided on a change of plans.

"Hi, do you mind me sitting here?" Wilson asked while putting his tray down already.

His thoughts interrupted, Dr Marmine was confused for a moment. Then, upon realising just who was standing there, he nodded cautiously. "Sure, go ahead."

They ate in silence, each of them watching the other, wondering what was going on in their respective heads.

Finally, after all the food was gone, Dr Marmine asked, "Is there anything you wanted to talk to me about?"

Sighing deeply, Wilson finally nodded. "Yes. I, well, I couldn't avoid noticing that you seemed to have some problems with Buffy Summers."

"Okay," Dr Marmine said cautiously. He didn't really know what to make of this. Marmine knew Wilson was House's best friend, or at least something close to it. And, for whatever reason, House obviously liked Summers. So what was Wilson doing here? Trying to figure out why he didn't like her?

"May I ask why?" Wilson asked and confirmed Marmine's suspicion. However, seeing the indecision in his co-worker, Wilson was quick to explain himself. "It's just that I've come across her before. And that didn't end well."

Now Marmine was perking up. Maybe there was a possibility to get rid of her now that his plan hadn't worked out? Putting on his most sympathetic face, Wilson seemed a bit naïve at times after all, Marmine asked compassionately, "What happened?"

"Long story short, after a, albeit estranged, cousin of mine died several years ago, her daughter decided to move to California for college. That's where she got involved with Buffy and her friends. She stopped any contact with her family and when they tried to find out why, Buffy and her friends threatened them. Apparently Buffy had been arrested several times for serious offences already. My cousin's husband couldn't do anything but helplessly watch as the poor child was drawn into Buffy's troubled world. She was shot to death a couple of years later," Wilson explained quietly. Yes, he had lost contact with his cousin's family after her death. But when he was finally ready to rectify it a few years later, it was already too late. All his cousin's husband could do was tell him of the girl's death and who was responsible.

"That's horrible!" Dr Marmine exclaimed. And might just work to his advantage, he added silently. "In fact, I didn't know until it was too late, but Miss Summers was involved with my partner's brother. He was killed before I had a chance to even meet him and my partner and her family were obviously very distressed by this. They weren't even informed until after he was buried so they couldn't make any objections." Stupid kid, running in front of a car, hence robbing him of any brownie points bringing Mark back to the States might have given him.

"I'm sorry to hear this," Wilson said sympathetically. Who was this girl that had people in close proximity dropping dead around her?

Dr Marmine nodded. "Thank you." Sighing theatrically, he added, "I guess we need to keep a close eye on her to prevent any further tragedies."

"Yes," Wilson agreed.

Scrutinising Wilson, Marmine added calculating, "Maybe you should warn Dr House? He seemed to have taken a liking to Miss Summers but he'd never listen to me. You, on the other hand, are his friend."

Wilson sighed. As much as it made sense, telling House what to do was never going to work. He had to think of another way to get his point across. It had to be done. He just couldn't see an alternative to it. So he nodded at Dr Marmine and left the cafeteria.

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Meanwhile, Cuddy was in her office, looking up at hearing a commotion in the open clinic. Sighing, she figured it meant House was actually doing as she'd asked him to. But as long as nobody came running into her office, she'd just ignore it. Just like she'd ignored the police sirens that had to have been close by earlier today.

She'd barely opened a new file when she was interrupted by knock on her door and it was opened by her secretary. "Dr Cuddy, Jim Michaels from security would like to have a word with you."

What did House do now? Rubbing her temples, she nodded and waited for him to enter.

Taking the offered seat, Jim Michaels smiled reassuringly at Cuddy. He'd been working for the hospital just as long as she had and over time they'd become acquainted. Mainly due to something Dr House had done. "It's not Dr House."

Eyebrows shooting up, Cuddy asked, "It isn't?"

Shaking his head, he nevertheless became serious again. "No. But there's been an incident in the underground car park. An old lady thought she'd be able to take a short-cut to the hospital entrance but managed to take a wrong turn. According to Murphy's law she immediately run into a group of thugs who tried to rob her."

"Oh my god! Was she injured?" Cuddy interrupted him quickly. "Wait, is that why I heard all those police sirens before?"

Jim nodded. "No, she wasn't injured. Well, she's in shock, but luckily someone else came by to help her. And yes, we called the police as soon as the CCTV system picked up on the fight."

"Fight? What fight?" Cuddy asked confused. Surely he didn't meant the old lady fighting the thugs?

"One of your employees stumbled over the group. She fought them off until we could reach her," he explained.

"Who?"

Smiling broadly, Jim asked, "Do you happen to know a Buffy Summers?"

Upon hearing that name, Cuddy let her head thud heavily onto her desk. Why wasn't she surprised by this? House wouldn't just bond with anyone. Still, fighting off a group of thugs? Buffy? She was so … small!

"I’ll take that as a yes," Jim observed. Of course, after seeing her interact with House he figured Cuddy would at least be aware of her. One way or another.

Cuddy sighed and nodded. "Is she hurt?"

During the next few minutes Jim brought her up to date on what had happened from the moment the alarm had been raised until he'd watch House take a reluctant Buffy into an examination room.

Thanking him, Cuddy followed him out her office and headed for the open clinic. Hoping it would still be standing and she'd find the two of them doing nothing worse than watching General Hospital.

Well, she certainly wouldn't have needed Jim to tell her which room they were in. She could hear their bitching quite easily. Cuddy entered without knocking, just in time to hear Buffy whine, "Are you done yet?"

"Nope," House replied cheerily.

Cuddy couldn't help herself but shake her head. Children.

"Nope?" Buffy asks incredulously before twisting her body and having a closer look herself. "That looks all stitched up to me. Unnecessarily stitched up, I might add."

Raising her eyebrows in alarm, Cuddy quickly walked closer to have look herself. "Stitches?"

"Just teeny, tiny ones," House said reassuringly. "And I'd say they are beautiful, don't you think, Cuddles?"

Cuddy sighed. "House." Only he would make fun while stitching up what clearly looked like knife wounds.

"Cuddles," House replied with a knowing smirk. "Don't worry. Buffy is fine. Even if she prefers knives to needles."

This time both Cuddy and Buffy rolled their eyes at him. Even if he couldn't see Buffy's. Making sure House had put down his torture instruments for good, Buffy got ready to jump off of the examination table.

"Wait." Pushing her down again, House removes the ice-pack from her back before turning her onto her back. "I'm not done yet."

"But-" Buffy started, confused and shared a look with Cuddy who just shrugged her shoulders.

"I just need to check out the parasite."

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A/N: Muhahahahahahaha! (That was Muse. I'm totally innocent. Honestly!) So, what do you think about the newest revelations…?
Anyway, thanks again to all those who reviewed! You always make my day! A special thanks goes to my beta Mistress of the Knight who saved House from becoming too nice. Now that would be just wrong, wouldn't it?
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