fanfic update!!

Shaun woke up, the bright chirping of one of his many alarms going off. He turns it off and rolls over to look at his wife, Lea. She was sleeping, a few strands of her hair falling over her face. He shook her gently. "Lea", he said softly. "Hmm?" She blinked sleepily. "Hi, Shaun." She smiled at him, her face lighting up instantly. Shaun felt a warm feeling at his core whenever she smiled. He got out of bed and went into the bathroom. He set a five minute timer. He then washed his face, brushed his teeth, and combed his hair. After this, his timer went off. He silenced it and set another. He then got dressed. When he was done, he walked out of the bathroom as the scent of freshly baked pancakes wafted towards him. "You made pancakes." Lea looked over and grinned. "Yup! And, I used buttermilk!" Shaun adjusted his tie and took a seat in front of his plate. "Thank you." He finished his pancakes and got up. "I'll see you later." He grabbed his keys and started to walk out the door. Lea grabbed his arm. “Shaun, why don’t I drive you to work this morning?” He stared at her. “Oh, oh no. You listen to music in the car and it is not good. I don’t like it.” He looked away. “Shaun.. We never ride to work together..” She looked at him with pleading eyes. He stared down at her and just blinked. “We can ride the bus together.” She groaned. “Shaun, I don't want to ride the bus together. You can go alone I guess.” He turned back towards the door and walked *** Lim was in the break room, talking to Dr. Glassman. “Glassman, we are having some doctors from Princeton Plainsboro in New Jersey to work on some patients today. I need you to make sure Shaun is on his best behavior because we are having Dr. Gregory House here.” Glassman’s eyes widened. “House? He’s known as one of the best diagnosticians in the world,” he said, looking excited. “Yes, I know, and I want him to actually want to do his job here. Dr. Lisa Cuddy has already warned me about his demeanor. And, I’m scared he will get bored or distracted if Shaun has a meltdown or something similar.” Glassman nodded. “Yes, I totally understand. I will have Park keep an eye on him.” Lim nodded, clearly satisfied. “Park should be able to keep him under control. Thank you, Glassman.” She looked up at him and held her hand out for him to shake. He took her hand in his. “When is Dr. House arriving with his team?” She looked at her watch. “In about an hour. I will be in my office if you need me.” He nodded. Lim wheeled out of the breakroom and went to her office. Dr. Park walked into the break room then. “Hello, Dr. Glassman,” he said, nodding. “Park. I have an assignment for you today.” Park looked at him, confused. “And that is..?” Glassman sighed, “I need you to try your best to keep Shaun under control today. We are having some doctors help out in the hospital today.” Park nodded, realization dawning on his face. “Yeah, I can do that.” “Thank you,” Glassman clapped a hand on his back and walked out. Park walked over to the couch and sat down, thinking about how to keep Shaun content for the day. Suddenly Shaun was in the break room. He sat down on the couch and Park greeted him. “Hi, Shaun.” “Hi, Dr. Park.” He looked down and rubbed his hands over his lab coat. “I heard Dr. House is arriving soon.” Park looked at him and nodded. “Yes, he is arriving today with his team. I don’t know exactly when, though.” Shaun looked off into space. “He’s one the best diagnosticians out there.” Park agreed. “Yeah, I’m pretty excited to meet him.” Shaun nodded. House, Thirteen, Foreman, Chase, and Cameron stood outside of St. Bonaventure’s. House looked at the exterior of the hospital. “Jeez, this place looks boring.” He popped a few Vicodin and looked at his team. “Well, are the little tykes excited? It’s their first big field trip!” Foreman facepalmed. “Really, House? Can we be serious for one day?” House grinned and just shook his head. “Chase? Are you excited? Unlike Little Bill here.” House looked at the Australian expectantly. “I mean, it is new. And I think it might be interesting.” He sighed and shifted his weight. “But, can we just go inside now?” Thirteen spoke up. “Yeah.. isn’t the whole point of this getting to help work here?” House scowled. “Fine. We can go in.” They walked into the hospital. Suddenly they saw an autistic doctor by the name of Shaun Murphy. Shaun walked up to them. House grimaced, mortified that this man was playing pretend as a doctor. “Who are you, and why are you pretending to be autistic,” he said, tapping his cane against the floor, annoyed. Shaun looked oblivious and greeted Dr. Gregory House M.D.”Hello, my name is Dr. Shaun Murphy,” he clasps his hands in front of him, and half smiles. House looked at him with his beautiful bright blue eyes, still mortified. Cameron smiled kindly at Shaun. “Hello, Dr. Murphy. My name is Dr. Allison Cameron. It’s nice to meet you!” She held out her hand for him to shake. Shaun just looked at her. “Ok.” Thirteen looked tired of the conversation “So, who are we treating today?” Shaun appeared to be perplexed. “I’m not sure. You would have to ask either Dr. Glassman, Dr. Andrews, or Dr. Lim.” House looked to his team before popping some Vicodin. “Well then, what are we standing around talking for then? Let’s go talk to Dr. Andrews.” They all walk to Dr. Andrews’ office. Andrews looks up from his paperwork. “Oh, hello, you must be Dr. House. We at St. Bonaventure’s are happy to welcome you to our hospital.” He smiles at House and his team. “So, are you going to assign us a case? Or are you just wasting our time by having us here?” House frowned at Andrews, clearly annoyed. Andrews cleared his throat. “You will be treating a 28 year old male who has chest pains, splitting headaches, and chronic stomach pains.” He handed House the file. House takes the file and hands it to Foreman. House then proceeds out of the office. Shaun looks startled and follows him, the rest of the team following in pursuit. “So, ‘Dr. Murphy’, where can we go to discuss this case?” House looks at Shaun. “I have an office that we can discuss the case in.” Shaun blinks. “Where is your office,then?” Shaun gestures for them to follow. He starts to walk toward his office, where Dr. Park is sitting at his own desk. “Hi, Shaun. Oh, is this Dr. House and his team?” He stands up and walks toward them. House pointed at Foreman “This is House, his team died though. Unfortunate. I'm just a janitor.” Shaun looked puzzled. “You introduced yourself to me as House though, and the rest as your team.” House shushes him and scowls. “Great, you ruined it. You fake doctor.” Chase approached House and crossed his arms “He's obviously a real doctor. Why are you discriminating?” House took out his bottle of vicodin before taking 6 pills out and consuming them at once. “I'm not discriminating.” Cameron knits her brows. “Can we please get on with the case?” House yawned, “Killjoy. Buzzkill. Party pooper.” Park speaks up. “Hey, can I read the case file?” Foreman raises his eyebrows and hands it over. Park clears his throat and opens the file. “Kurtis Stevens. Came in with severe chronic stomach pains, splitting headaches, and chest pain. He weighs 255 pounds, and is 5’9”. He is 28 years old, has no history of drugs or alcohol use, and lives alone.” He closes the file. “So, not much to work with there.” Chase looks sick by that. Oh god, he thinks for a moment. “Are we sure his health problems aren’t because he’s fat?” Shaun looked at him. “Technically being overweight wouldn't really affect his health that much, since he's not that overweight.” He looks off into space. “What if it's abdominal migraines? The symptoms mostly fit, what with the stomach pains and chest pains. And the headaches could just be garden variety migraines”, Thirteen said, looking at House. “Okay, but that’s boring.” House replied, taking a few Vicodin. Thirteen sighed. “Not every case is going to be exciting.” Shaun looked at them. “Let’s go visit the patient. We can’t cure him if we don’t see him.” Foreman nodded, agreeing with Dr. Murphy. House rolled his eyes, but decided to see the patient. Kurtis Stevens was lying in the hospital bed, when he was greeted by around six doctors that suddenly appeared in his room. He was flabbergasted by this, starting to tear up; which was interrupted by him needing to gasp for air—while crashing. Thirteen shouted out to a nurse “We need a crash cart in here!” before she went over to the patient, noticing other symptoms. “I was wrong,” she screams out to the rest.