I know you guys are going to kill me… It’s been a month and now this is the final chapter. (Yeah, you read right, this is the final chapter) But during this past month, I accomplished something! I wrote a 20,000-word movie script in a month, of my own creation. I am now a winner. :) And also, during the month, after finishing my script, of course, I finished this story! Okay, on to Chapter 3: The Final Chapter. :) Warning: Stupid Ending Ahead. Please, believe me. I’m not joking. It’s so stupid, and I would prefer not getting reviews because of it. I mean, unless you have a better idea, don’t bring up how stupid it was. :) Thanks!

Oh, and for formality so I don’t get sued: I do not own the characters of House, MD. They belong to Fox and Co., respectively.

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Chase had had enough of this “lying down” break. Once Cuddy left the office, Chase was immediately up and pacing.

“There’s something going on that just makes no sense,” he said aloud to himself. “But what is it?”

After pacing for a few more minutes, he finally decided that he needed to take action. Ignoring Cuddy’s advice, he walked out of the office and to the elevator, where he found a large amount of people standing around.

He bravely walked up to one short, brunette nurse who looked seemingly normal.

“What’s going on?” Chase asked the nurse.

“What going on!” she exclaimed. “What’s going on?” she was shouting now. “The elevator’s broken and just fell and now I’ll have to go upstairs to get back to my patients, but I just recovered from a broken leg and I can’t go up the stairs!” she yelled quickly, and then took a deep, frustrated breath.

‘This woman’s nuts,’ Chase though and then walked away from the nurse, who could be seen fuming from her spot.

“Brenda!” Chase called when he saw the nurse running the other direction. But a crack of thunder sounded through the entire hospital and Brenda didn’t hear Chase. She kept running.

“Brenda!” Chase called again, louder this time, and Brenda stopped quickly and turned around. Chase ran to catch up to her.

“What going on?” he asked.

“Dr. Foreman was in the elevator, which just plunged to the basement.”

Chase gasped. “Is he okay?”

“He was talking to Dr. Cuddy on the phone when it happened; he hasn’t responded since the fall. ER doctors and nurses are down there right now.”

Chase was awestruck.

“Sorry, Dr. Chase. I have to go.”

Before Chase could nod, Brenda was off and running back in the other direction.

“Dr. Chase?” a voice from behind said.

Chase turned around to see Dr. Cuddy.

“Chase, what are you doing out here?”

“Dreaming, I hope,” he replied.

“Come on, let’s get back to my office,” Cuddy insisted.

Chase shook his head. “Where’s House?”

“He’s stranded on the second floor,” Cuddy explained. “Come on.” She grabbed his shoulder. “Please?”

Chase looked at Cuddy, then nodded in defeat. “I can’t help anyway. Cameron’s gone and Foreman’s assumed dead. Today’s just one incredibly bad day.”

“Chase, it’s a bad day for all of us. Not just you.”

Chase sighed and began following Cuddy, who still had a hand placed on his shoulder. They stopped suddenly when Cuddy’s phone began to ring.

“Hello?” she answered.

… “What? That’s impossible.”… “I’ll be down in two minutes,” she said quickly and closed her phone.

“What was that about?” Chase asked as they continued their walk towards Cuddy’s office.

“Nothing,” Cuddy lied. “Just a patient.”

“Dr. Cuddy, that’s a lie. What’s going on?”

“The nurses and doctors in the basement with the elevator…” she explained. “They said there’s nobody down there. Not even a hint of blood.”

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House had been sitting in a sofa in front of the elevator for the past 30 minutes. After another 5, he was bored to death.

Trying to kill the boredom, he pulled a piece of paper from his pocked and crumpled it into a ball, then threw it at a woman who was walking by.

“Excuse me,” the woman said. “I think you dropped this.” She handed the ball back to House and walked away wearing a large smile.

‘Must’ve been her good deed for the day,’ House thought.

He tightened the ball up and threw it again, this time hitting a middle-aged man. The man didn’t stop; he just scowled in House’s direction and kept walking.

Sighing, House stood up, limped over and picked up his paper ball from the floor. “Thanks,” he said sarcastically in the man’s direction, then limped back to his sofa and sat back down.

His next victim was a little boy with curly red hair. House crumpled the ball tighter again and threw it, hitting the innocent child right in the forehead.

“Hey!” the kid exclaimed, looking over at House.

House looked at the boy, a confused look on his face. He opened his mouth to say something, but his phone began to ring. House reached into his pocket to grab the phone, then felt something bounce off of his head. He looked up and saw the boy run away, laughing.

“Hello,” House said into his phone.

“House – It’s Cuddy. The elevator plunged to the basement. Foreman was still in it.”

“Poor Foreman…” House said while he rolled his eyes.

“House! Listen to this, though. Brenda called me from the basement when she got down there. There’s no blood, no Foreman either!”

“So Foreman was magically poofed away by David Blaine. That’s not my problem.”

“Come on, House,” Cuddy insisted. “You must be somewhat intrigued.”

“Um, nope. I’m quite busy up here.”

“Doing what?”

“Paperwork,” House replied.

Cuddy scoffed and closed her cell phone.

“This paperwork sure is fun,” House said to himself as he picked up his paper ball from the floor.

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Chase was back in Cuddy’s office after she left to deal with the whole ‘elevator’ problem.

He was lying down on the couch, staring up at the ceiling, his mind also silent.

“Chase, get your lazy ass off the couch!”

Chase jumped off the couch, unaware of who had spoken.

“House? How did you get down here?” Chase asked.

“A physical therapist, real big guy, gave me a piggy-back ride down here,” House replied grinning.

“What?” Chase asked incredulously.

“Don’t worry about it, Wombat. I’m here, and that is all that matters.”

“House,” another voice said from the doorway. “You need to lose some weight if you ever plan on doing that again.

“Oh Jimmy, be a man, will ya?” House responded.

Wilson walked into the office and fell onto the couch. There was sweat visible on his forehead and he looked incredibly tired.

“You made Dr. Wilson carry you down here?” Chase asked, taking a seat next to Wilson.

“Yes, he did,” Wilson replied for House.

House rolled his eyes. “Stop whining; I said thanks.”

Wilson looked at House with an eyebrow raised. “Was that the slap on the butt and the ‘Giddy up Jimmy!’ or when you yelled ‘How gay is this guy?’ at the bottom of the stairwell?”

Chase laughed, and then held a straight face when Wilson looked at him.

Suddenly, the lights went out. Lightning flashed outside, and the lights came back on.

“Chase?” Wilson called.

“Wilson, you must be a bad omen or something. That’s the second time today!” House quipped.

“Shut up, House. Where did Chase go?”

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Cuddy was frustrated. Nothing today made any sense. She made her way to her office, and when she arrived she found House and Wilson sitting on her couch.

“Where’s Chase?” she asked as she walked in towards her desk.

Wilson looked up at Cuddy. “We don’t know. He disappeared exactly like Cameron did.”

Cuddy shook her head in disbelief. “What is going ON?” she asked aloud.

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The end! No, I’m just joking. Thought I’d leave some suspense here, since the last chapter came much sooner than I thought.

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And now for the gripping conclusion of “When the Thunder Rolls.”

“I could tell you,” a familiar voice said from the doorway.

“Cameron?” Wilson asked, and Cameron walked into the office, followed by Foreman and then Chase.

What the – What’s going on?” Cuddy asked, flustered.

A man entered through the door of her office, followed my several cameramen.

“And you would be …” Cuddy trailed.

“My name is Ashton Kutcher, and you just got Punk’d!”

Cuddy raised her eyebrows, then smiled, walked up to Ashton and slapped him in the face.

“Why you would ever do something this absurd in a hospital is beyond me,” she explained.

“Dr. Cuddy,” Cameron explained. “I’ve been watching this play out all day. Nobody died, no one was hurt; it was just a joke!”

“Hey Ashton,” Cuddy called.

“Yeah?” Ashton replied hesitantly, still holding a hand to his burning red cheek.

“You just got Punk’d. By me.”

Ashton and everyone in the room began laughing, and Cuddy walked up to Ashton and gave him a hug

Into the camera of one of the cameramen, Cuddy said, “My name is Dr. Lisa Cuddy, and I just got Punk’d."

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FIN, June 28th, 2007, 1:55am

You guys hate me, don’t you? I’m sorry for that ending. It just sounded funny last night (and it was!), so I figured I’d take the risk for my own humanity. It felt weird writing a regular chapter again, after having written a script for 26 days!

Right now, I would like to thank my wonderful reviewers, who kept reading this story even when the genre changed, and hopefully read through this chapter even though it was incredibly stupid. Those awesome people are: Tara Brookswell, izzfrogger, smileysmell, Radon65, and LittleDragonfly23. You guys rock my socks. To the people who review for this chapter that didn’t reply for the other two chapters, you rock, too. :)

This was fun, but now I must say goodbye! I’ll try and start a new story as soon as an idea pops into my head, but my cousin and I just started writing a novel, and my aunt wants to write a children’s book with me, so we’ll see what happens.

Thanks again, everyone! Later!

Queen of Blank ;)