SUMMARY:
One word to describe a sick, possibly dying, Max? The Flock says: Stubborn. Doctor House says: Interesting…

I can't believe this is the first HOUSE MD cross with Maximum Ride. I mean, Max and House both have practically the same sarcastic attitude (beside the fact that Max isn't heartless). I'd love to see the both of them in the same room! So, I thought: Why the hell not?
If there are any other HOUSE MD crosses with Maximum Ride, can you let me know in a review? Anonymous is activated, so you don't even have to sign in! =]
Author comments will be in [Brackets], and words that are big, scary, medical lingo and are underlined can be explained at the bottom, K?
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DISCLAIMER: I do not own House MD, or Maximum Ride. MR belongs J.P, and House MD belongs to whatever genius thought it up. I DO own Steve McQueen… (a baby rat that dropped out my ceiling, that I named Steve McQueen). [I always forget these things…]
Tell me if this crossover works or not!!
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"A girl came in today,"

"Funny, I thought that happened, like, a lot."

"Well, she was being escorted by five other kids, two dogs-"

"Dogs? How'd they get through security-"

"LET ME FINISH, HOUSE! I don't know how they got through, they just did. They look like they've just come off the street, and are all carrying back-packs, and-!" Cuddy cut herself off, throwing her arms in the air. House just lent on his cane, and stared. Cuddy started randomly re-organising papers on her desk, and he was cut off just as he tried to speak.

"Her 'family'- those five other kids- are saying there's something wrong, that she's sick… well, the girl says they're making a 'big deal' over nothing!" Cuddy was getting worked up again, so she stopped moving and took a deep breath. "I believed her, and was about to see her off, when she started seizing! And before I could call for the diazepam, one of her 'brothers' starts reviving her, like it's happened before! And as I'm rolling her over, I can feel some sort of lumps on her back, like deformities, or- or-" Cuddy started getting flustered, talking fast and gesturing wildly.

"And why do you want me to take the case?" House said tartly, making a sarcastic expression.

"Because," Cuddy sighed, "I just got a call from the CDC, on behalf of the President's office, in conjunction with the CIA, FBI, Homeland Security-"

"Ooh, all the big acronyms!" House said sarcastically, exaggerating his expression, and falling into a chair. Cuddy remained standing.

"And they're all requesting Princeton's full co-operation. As well as the best diagnostic specialist-"

"Well, I'm flattered."

"Don't be. The best diagnostic specialist is missing in Iran. They're making do with second-rate material." House gaped, scratching his scruffy chin. "And they suggest that this case had better not leak out. And as of her admition into Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital's care; this case, and her file, is considered National Security." House turned to Cuddy with surprised eyes, and a disbelieving, half-open mouth.

"That's right, House," she continued, a teasing, tired boss-smile on her face, "This one has security levels you can only dream about." He blinked.

"What'd she do? Have an affair with the President?"

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Thirteen, Kutner, Taub and Foreman all walked in, surprised looks on their faces. In place of their normal white board, was a touchpad super-computer, seven swivel-chairs seated behind a fancy metal desk, and the blinds sealed off with what appeared to be bullet-proof metal plates.

"Uh…House? What's all this?" Taub said, seeing a bored Cameron sitting next to the sink, Chase spinning around on a swivel-chair, and Wilson making coffee with a dumbfounded look on his face. The entire room was dim, lit by the computer's glare. House walked in from his office, smiling at his Duckies confused and weirded-out expressions.

"Wow. They do know how to make this feel all top-secret, don't they?" he chuckled, tapping a swivel chair with his cane.

"Huh. Why are there buttons on the side of the-"

"The lights," Chase interrupted, still turning. "And for heating. And a back-massage."

Kutner half-frowned, before he sat himself down in the nearest chair, fiddling with the buttons.

"O-oh, y-yeahh…" he groaned, his voice shaking, having found the 'vibrate massage' option on the chair's arm. He smiled at Foreman. "Seriously, man, you've got to try this…" he beamed, relaxing into the expensive upholstery.

"No thanks." Foreman frowned, sitting on the metal table. "House, why all the hi-tech gadgets? Did you accept a bribe?"

"Nope. It's all courtesy of the President, CDC, CIA… you get the picture. A lot of up-there people." He said with an exaggerated, knowing wink. "And it's legal, too."

"For once." Cameron snorted, heading for the door.

"Hey, where are you going?" Cuddy stepped through the door, shutting the heavy, reinforced metal-slab behind her.

"Surely House doesn't need all six-" Wilson raised his hand, looking sullen, "-seven of us on the case." She said, throwing house a look, before making a step for the door. Cuddy put her arm in front of her, before continuing grudgingly.

"Unfortunately- this time, he actually does." She pressed Cameron into a chair, and half-leaned against the wall. House plopped into a chair, a heavenly look on his face as he switched the massage onto high.

"I'm going to need all of you to help House on this one." She said, ignoring the outraged outbursts. She held up a hand, and everyone sank back into their seats.

"Yes, I know we all think we probably have better things to do… I know I do," she muttered the last part to herself, straightening out her jacket. "But on request of a lot of high-ranking government agencies and officials, we're all here now." She tapped the flat computer, and the entire wall was revealed to be part of the screen.

"Five kids have come in," she tapped a file, and several pictures popped up. "But we're only treating this girl here, for the moment," a large, clear picture flashed across the screen, depicting a dirty-blonde haired teenager with a defiant, stubborn expression. All that could be seen was her face, and a name: Max Walker. "Her companions –she introduced them as, 'family'- are Nick," A boy this time, with darker skin, black hair, and a neutral expression. "Jeff," Another teenage boy, this time a strawberry-blonde with pale, pale skin. The entire room squinted up at his eyes.

"Is he…?" Wilson said, leaning forward.

"Blind? Yup." House spun, kicking his cane into Chase's chair. "As a bat."

"ANYWAY," Cuddy interrupted loudly, pointing back at the screen as another photo was displayed. "She's Tiffany-Krystal." An African-American girl smiled down at something outside the photo. "As you can guess, they're probably not all related- by blood, at least." The screen flicked over to a smiling blonde boy with sparkling blue eyes and a mischievous twinkle. The picture was suddenly reduced in size, and another placed beside it- a blonde, blue-eyed, little girl with an angelic aura, even through a photo. They looked so much alike, yet, the boy was everything to do with trouble, and the girl was the perfect epitome of innocence. AREIL AND ZEPHYR WALKER flashed across the bottom of the two photos.

"These two, however, we're almost positive are related- and possibly to Jeff, as well-"

"Does that seriously say, Zephyr? Wow, dude, awesome name-" House said, imitating (badly) a surfer.

"Since she's been admitted, she's had another seizure, a build up of fluid around her lungs, and the veins and arteries in her wrists are swelling. We've already scheduled a thoracentesis for the build up of fluid, but at the moment we've got limited access to the patient."

"Wait, limited access? What does that mean?" Thirteen asked, standing from the table and sitting in one of the chairs.

"We can't physically examine the patient, take X-rays, blood samples, or run any tests- not even an allergic scratch-test." Loud, disbelieving shouts erupted out of almost everybody.

"How are we supposed to treat th-"

"This is stupid! They're just lining her up for a-"

"Oh, this is just great! Is she in lockdown or someth-"

"OKAY! EVERYBODY JUST. SHUT. UP!!" the room quietened. "Thank you! Now, I know this is ridiculous. Hell, everything to do with this case is going to be ridiculous! But we will eventually be told what's going on!" Cuddy stopped to wipe her forehead. "We are all being checked out… yes, all of us. And if we're deemed safe, we'll be given security clearance to approach the patient with tests. At the moment, while your security clearance is still level 2, and mine is still level 3, our sole purpose is to keep her alive and stable."

"How many security levels are we talking about here? That they're going to have to bump us up?" Taub asked, pressing his hands together.

"Presidential level." House answered seriously. "The highest there is."

Cuddy nodded. "Maybe higher." She then continued.

"Everyone, go take a break. Have some lunch, get some air. Then, you'll be meeting our patient." The doctors all nodded, gathering their coats with various level of frustration. Chase and Kutner looked longingly back at the chairs.

"And, remember," Cuddy suddenly voiced, causing everyone to pause. "None of this leaves this room."
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BIG, SCARY, MEDICAL LINGO:

DIAZEPAM: An anti-seizure drug.

THORACENTESIS: A medical procedure in which a hollow needle is inserted into the chest to drain fluid from around the lungs.

Iggy: Why aren't we in the story yet? Isn't this a Max Ride fanfic? All we've been in are pictures! *stamps foot*
W.T: I-I can explain!! *sweatdrop* This chapters really short, but you're in the next one! I promise, Iggy!
Iggy: *bursts into tears*
Max: Auuuttthhhorr… You made Igs cry. *cracks knuckles*
W.T: AGHHHHHHH!! *runs screaming*

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