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Eating Habits

Summary: Some teens have problems with bulimia, some with anorexia. This teen's disturbing eating problem is forced upon him by his parents. Will his parents' odd diet result in his death?

Disclaimer:I do not own House M.D. and take no claim to it whatsoever.

A/N: for the record, I'm regularly not this twisted and.. odd. / ha. ha.

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Mark, holding a large knife looked at them fiercely. He was wearing a white butcher's apron with torn jeans and a ratty black wife beater. "What do you want?"

"We just want to talk Mr. Cook. That's all. I just have a few questions." Chase said speaking calmly even though his heart was beating like a hummingbird's and his knees were shaking at the sight of the shiny blade in the man's bloody hand.

Mark looked at Chase and eyed him up and down. "I prefer Mark please. What's wrong with your arm doc?"

Chase shook his head, how to say it without angering the man with the knife? "I was trying to draw blood from your son to do a test and he got scared and went to bite me or something then started seizing and his jaw locked. He ended up completely biting a chunk out of my arm."

Mark laughed a deep frightening chuckle. "Just like his old man."

"What do you mean Mr. Cook?"

"He's got the same appetite as me, he just loves home cooking. Can't stand the hospital food, needed some real meat."

"Do you mean t-to say that you eat human meat?" Chase asked horrified. Mark took a bite from one of the slabs of meat on the table and smiled a disgusting bloody smile before spewing it at Chase's newly clean shirt. "That is disgusting!" He yelled jumping back and into another hanging piece of meat and Mark just laughed.

Around the corner, Foreman opened his phone to call the police on this crazy man but hearing the phone dialing Mark became suspicious. "What is that? Who's that son of a b think he's calling?"

"It sounds like he's talking to his wife. I think I heard his piano ring tone, that's the one he has specifically for her."

Mark's eyes bolted back and forth in fear. "No he's not. You're lying. He's calling the cops on me. I know it."

"You call the cops and I shoot the girl." Mark said grabbing Cameron and putting her in a headlock with a gun to her head. "What's your choice?" He said to Foreman who turned the corner with a scared blank look in his face. "Put the phone on the table."

Foreman did as he was told and Chase as well put his phone on the table. Mark ran his hand up Cameron's side and Chase lost it. Chase ripped Cameron from Mark's grip and Mark shot his gun in whatever direction he could. Cameron let out a scream and Chase knocked the gun out of Mark's hand before punching him in the face. The two men began to go at it buying Cameron and Foreman time to call the police as well as an ambulance.

When the police got there they took Mark into custody and the paramedics then took the three bloody doctors to their hospital. The police came to talk to the three of them and also ended up arresting Jordan's mother.

Upon arriving at the ER, House, Wilson and Cuddy met them there. "What happened?" House asked Foreman who stopped to talk to him.

"The family is cannibal. The dad works at a morgue and steals the dead bodies to eat. Chase was right about the formaldehyde. They use it to keep the bodies good. Jordan should be alright. Physically anyway. He might need some counseling but that's not our problem."

"And what happened to Cameron?"

"The guy's a madman, I was gonna call the cops and he pulled out a gun from no where threatening to shoot her." Foreman said and House's eyes widened, fearful of losing her. "Chase ripped her out of his arms and the guy just shot wherever. He got her in the shoulder but nothing too serious. She'll be fine... Aren't you gonna ask about Chase?"

"I don't care what happened to Chase." House said coldly. Both Wilson and Cuddy turned their heads, shocked at House's harsh bluntness. Foreman could see the hurt in House's eyes and felt bad for him as he limped away saying he'd 'fix' the kid before the cops went to talk to him.

"What was that about?" Wilson asked as he followed House down the hallway and into the elevator. "What's going on? Why do you not care about what happens to Chase?"

"Chase is having sex with Stacy."

"Stacy? Your ex, Stacy?" Wilson asked. House was silent. "I can't believe it. But she's married."

House threw his head back, exasperated. He didn't want to talk about Chase, Stacy or anything to do with his life. "Yeah and she's cheating on him with Chase. Who cares?"

"You care."

"Yeah! I care! I still love her! Leave me alone!" He said before going to see Jordan to tell him what was wrong and give him the medication. He briefed Jordan on what had happened and that the police would be up there to talk to him soon.

"Will you stay with me for a little bit?" Jordan asked House who rolled his eyes and decided to stay. "What were you yelling about outside in the hallway?"

"Grown up stuff. You wouldn't understand."

"You said you still loved her. Was she taken away from you?" House remained silent at Jordan's inquiry. "It'll work out if it's meant to be. Does she love you?"

"She's married to another man and she's having an affair with one of my workers."

Jordan nodded giving his share of wisdom to House who then said he had to leave. "I'm sorry I bit the blonde guy. Say sorry to him for me would you please? And thanks for healing me."

"No problem. Just change your diet Jordan." House said and Jordan laughed. House scruffled Jordan's hair with a half smile before leaving the room. Seeing Wilson watching him from the other side of the wide hallway, House chuckled lightly.

As House sat in his office trying to balance a ball on his cane, Cameron was wheeled into a room with Foreman waiting for her. Chase was outside, waiting for Stacy. From inside Cameron's room, Foreman watched Chase regretfully tell Stacy that they had to cut it off. She was going to say the same thing to him. They hugged and separated, planning never to spend time together.

Jordan talked to the police and decided that he would go to live with his aunt and uncle who were sane vegetable and fruit, milk and cheese, chicken eaters.

"Cameron," said Chase as he entered her room and Foreman left with a grin and a wink. "I just—wanted to tell you that, I, love you."

Cameron smiled sleepily and wrapped her hands around Chase's. "Stay with me a bit."

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The End
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You never lose by loving; you only lose by holding back.

- Anonymous