Title: Promise Me Tomorrow

Author: Fate's Apprentice

Fandom: TV- House, MD.

Language: English

Rating: T- for language, innuendos, and adult situations.

Setting: Before the actual series started and before House's infarction.

Characters: G. House, J. Wilson, R. Chase, A. Cameron, E. Foreman, L. Cuddy. Various Ocs.

Pairings: G. House/ J. Wilson – (Hilson). R. Chase/ OC, A. Cameron/OC, L. Cuddy/OC

Author's Notes: This story starts about three years before the actual series and most definitely before House's infarction. If you don't like that idea, don't read it.. hit the back button, walk away... I don't care. Just don't complain about THAT in my reviews. Because of this setting, ages are different. House is now 37, Wilson is 34, Cuddy is 36, Chase is 28, Cameron is 26, and Foreman is 33.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything you recognize, I'm just merely borrowing them. Please don't sue my pants off. Also, I got this idea from watching FALLING SKIES. This is NOT A CROSSOVER, I'm just applying the general premise of FALLING SKIES to HOUSE, MD and this is what I got.

Summary: It's times like these when he misses him. When it occurs to House how much he cares for the younger oncologist. When Wilson wonders if the older diagnostician is okay, is he happy, or even alive. It's times like these when it hits them how very much in love with each other they really were and they never even realized it... but now it's too late, right? House/Wilson Slash.

Beta: My amazing Beta, Crystal Dragon's Lament is fantastic and gets all the credit.


Chapter One:

Welcome To Hell


"Why?" the thirty-seven year old diagnostician whines, childishly. He folds his arms across his chest and shifts impatiently in the chair across from his boss, Dean of Medicine, Lisa Cuddy. Said Dean sighs, already tired of this conversation. She lowers her gaze and shuffles some papers, choosing to concentrate on one so it at least looks like she's working. Without looking up she replies in a clearly annoyed tone, "Because you haven't attended a medical conference in nearly three years and you have to."

House stands, obviously done with this argument. "I don't have to do anything, Cuddles," he snaps back, turning for the door with no intention of attending any conferences.

"Yes, you do. If you don't... I'll tell Wilson," she replies without missing a beat.

Obviously intrigued, House turns slowly, narrowing his gaze on the equally stubborn Dean. "Tell Jimmy what?" he asks, raising a narrow brow. Again, Cuddy doesn't even look up. "That you have feelings for him."

House blanches but recovers quickly with a scoff. "Feelings for my ultra special Jiminy Cricket? Since when have I EVER had feelings, Dr. Cuddly- bear."

Cuddy makes a sound of obvious annoyance. "Since now, House. You care about him." She raises her gaze to meet his piercing blue orbs. "As more than a friend," she clarifies, chuckling. "It's cute, but rather obvious. You're just lucky Wilson's oblivious. But I may be so inclined to fix that if you don't go... tomorrow," she threatens, looking down at her work once more.

He walks out in a huff without a reply. Cuddy shakes her head to herself, as the door falls shut behind the fickle doctor. House heads toward the elevator, still slightly off-canter but hiding it well. Him? Have 'feelings' for Jimmy? No fucking way. Cuddy is out of her mind. He hits the button for his floor. She's nuts.


-Do you remember yesterday?-


He can't help thinking about it. His gaze keeps sliding to Jimmy, watching him out of the corner of his blue eyes. The brunet oncologist is sprawled out on the other side of the couch, not even half a foot away from House. A beer in his hand, pizza plates on the table before the TV, his floppy brown hair falling perfectly across his face, just over his- much too bushy for anyone else, but somehow perfect for him- eyebrows.

There's no fucking way he 'likes' the brunet doctor. There's no way. Cuddy is an idiot. She's wrong. She's always wrong, so he's not that surprised, but something is bothering him.

"House?" questions his best friend, inquisitive brown orbs landing on his own. House turns his head to glance at the younger, lifting a thin brow.

Wilson raises one of his own in reply. "What's wrong? You haven't been able to sit still all night." House frowns; was he really that obvious? The elder bites his lip, the first explanation he thought of falling from his lips. "Cuddy's making me go to that stupid conference," he grunts, expressionless, his eyes not leaving the flickering image of Meredith Grey and McDreamy making out.

Wilson chuckles, amused and- thankfully- buying it. "It's not the end of the world House. It's just a conference."

House scowls as he takes a gulp from his beer. "It's in Maryland... Maryland for Christ's sake," he grumbles, obviously upset.

Wilson rolls his eyes. "Would you rather it be in... North Dakota?"

House smirks, meeting the oncologist's obviously amused eyes and temporarily forgetting the accusation that had so distressed him only an hour ago. "Actually... I'd rather it be in Michigan. I'd take Cuddles along and maybe we could... relive some memories."

A laugh breaks happily from Wilson's lips and House can't help the odd feeling in his stomach at the mere sound of the other's laughter and the sight of that grin and those dimples and dancing eyes. He bites his lip. Cuddy's an idiot. She has no idea what she's talking about.


-Wont you promise me tomorrow?-


Just because he's here does not mean Cuddy's right, House argues with himself quietly as he fingers the strap of his belt, shifting in his 2nd class seat on the plane bound for Maryland. He bites his lower lip, shoulders sinking in relief when the pilot announces that they'll be landing within twenty minutes. His eyes flicker to the window, a sudden and violent flash catching his attention immediately. He's not the only one who sees it, judging by the low rumble of worried voices from around the plane. The entire plane suddenly dips violently at the same time that the lights flicker and fail.

Panicked cries fill the cabin and House's fingers dig into the seat cushion as he curses violently. The plane nose dives as shouts and screams and instructions seem to come from everywhere at once. House tightens his seat belt and presses himself as tight as possible into the seat, common sense overriding panic. There's the loud screech of twisting metal and violent wind. The ground seems to speed toward the plane at top speed and then-

Black.


-Do you remember yesterday?-


Wilson sighs as he watches House walk on to the plane; it was going to be quiet without the other man. Wilson dared to say he would miss him. He nips his bottom lip as he heads back out for the parking lot, casting a worried look at the sky as he breaks out of the claustrophobic bustle of the airport. The sky is curiously dark, thin strips of cloud occasionally breaking the violent gray-black of what should be a perfect day.

House would be fine, he tells himself, trying to set his twisting stomach at ease. House is always fine.

He climbs into his car, starting the vehicle before heading back to PPTH. He still has work to do and doesn't have time to worry... or at least that's what he tells himself. He pulls out onto the highway, aiming his car for the hospital. He feels like he's gonna be sick... but why? House is fine. He'll be fine. Gregory House is always fine. He ends up almost chanting the platitude under his breath due to his twisting innards.

House would be fine. House is always fine.


-Wont you promise me tomorrow-


The sharp click of Cuddy's heals on the asphalt as she heads for her car is steady and constant, her fingers reaching for her keys and pressing the green 'unlock' button on the small remote attached to the key chain. She's smiling to herself, her victory over House setting her mood for what would have been the entire week. Yes, she had played dirty, using House's unrealized feelings for his best friend against him, but House played dirty with her all the time. He deserves a taste of his own medicine once in a while.

She wonders if Wilson would ever figure out his own feelings. Wilson was a bit more obvious than his best friend of a diagnostician who pretty much keeps up his walls for a living. Wilson's feelings for House are obvious to the entire hospital, House being the only one left clueless, probably more out of denial than naivete.

"Maybe I'll have to help them along a bit or they'll never figure it out," she mutters under her breath as she gets into her car. She starts the engine and pulls out of her parking place, before steering out of the parking lot and out onto the highway. The sky is curiously dark as she drives down the busy interstate. She turns off on another road, attempting to avoid the traffic clear ahead when there's a violent flash, blinding her temporarily. Her knuckles clutch the steering wheel as she drives blind for a few moments. Finally, she regains sight just in time to see the blinding headlights of a car directly in front of her. She cries out and jerks the wheel violently to the left, not fast enough as the car comes to a screeching halt, the violent sound of shattering glass and twisting metal assaulting her ears before everything goes black.


-Do you remember yesterday?-


Chase follows Cameron and Foreman down to the clinic with a sigh. No House, no case, meant for a very boring afternoon. He may have just started working for the elder doctor three months ago, but he's learned his way around pretty quickly. The temperamental mental doctor, though a pain in the ass, is definitely brilliant, saving patients left and right. Plus, if the older doctor gets too much for the trio to handle, they can always call in back-up, aka Dr. James Wilson, said older doctor's best friend... though Chase is starting to wonder if they were more.

Sure, the hospital rumor mill is always saying the two doctors are definitely already more than friends, but Chase isn't so sure. Yes, it's obvious that Wilson likes House as more than just his best friend, but House isn't as easy to read. The two flirt and tease each other more than any two straight men have a right to. He wonders when they're actually gonna get together.

Both Cameron and Foreman split off to work their own rooms as Chase hesitates for a moment. His eyes are suddenly but surely drawn to one of the windows and a blinding flash temporarily makes sight an impossibility and silences what feels like the entire building. Then everything goes black, electricity and lights and life saving equipment simultaneously shutting down, quickly and efficiently ensuring chaos.


-Wont you promise me tomorrow?-


Wilson groans as he pulls himself out from the wreck that is his car. The flash of light that had sent him barreling into another car, head on, was long gone. He crawls away from the pile of twisted metal, paling when he recognizes the car. "Cuddy!" he calls out, panicked for his friend.

There's a low groan from not too far away and the voice is painfully familiar. He calls out again as he crawls toward the sound. "Cuddy!"

A small body pulls herself out a window and tumbles to the ground. She's got a few cuts and scrapes, but is otherwise unharmed. Wilson, ignoring his own injuries, scrambles for the disoriented Dean who also happens to be one of his closest friends.

He wraps an arm around her crumpled body, pulling her into a sitting position. "Lisa? Can you hear me? Are you alright?" he questions, a note of concern possessing his voice. The older groans and lifts her face, pale blue eyes narrow and focusing on the brown ones of the younger. "Wilson?"

Wilson's shoulders slump with pathetic relief, his mind going a million miles a minute. "Yeah, it's me... that light.. I couldn't see.. fuck, I'm sorry... I didn't..."

Cuddy interrupts. "S'not your fault. I couldn't see either. No one could. What the hell was that?"

"I haven't the slightest idea," he sighs in reply, his face lifting to scan the horizon. There's an ear splitting ring that pierces the cool air and both bodies curve to look toward the sound. Then, there's an almost unbearably loud explosion, though it's obvious the noise had originated several hundred miles away. Cuddy's eyes land toward the north... there's smoke.. lots of it.

Wilson's breath catches. He saw the same thing on 9/11... only this was thousands of times worse.


-Do you remember yesterday?


All that's heard is ringing and pounding and shouting and overwhelming unbearable silence. Yes, he realizes that's a contradiction and no, he doesn't care. He tastes iron on his tongue and can feel blood at his temple, but he's still breathing and that's a feat on its own, considering the force and speed of the crash.

House struggles to disentangle himself from the debris, his piercing blue eyes searching the too dark landscape, searching for movement, for sound, for any signs of life. He crawls out from beneath the rubble, his back and head and entire body aching but he forces himself through the almost intolerable pain. He struggles- and I do mean he STRUGGLES- to his feet, they feel like rubber noodles beneath his trembling body.

The thirty-seven year old diagnostician lifts his eyes bravely to examine the seemingly lifeless area, breath catching as they rest on the landscape. The entire horizon is black, seemingly deserted for miles around, and not because he's in the middle of nowhere; he's only twenty minutes out from Maryland. The entire area between New Jersey and Maryland is much too populated for him to have been able to land in any sort of deserted area.

The thing that most fervently catches his attention is the looming shadow in the distance, hovering over what he thinks should be somewhere near both Jersey and New York. He bites his lip hard enough to draw more blood, because god knows he needs to lose more of that precious liquid, as it occurs to him what the large shadow above was... a plane... no... too big... it was, like a rocket, but larger, and much more intimidating... maybe... no... was it a... a ship?

House wipes his mouth, his hands shaking. He glances down briefly before staring more determined at the looming shadow. A piercingly shrill ringing fills the air before everything seems to stand still... then there's the unbearable sound of an insane explosion and smoke erupts along the horizon. "Shit."


-Won't you promise me tomorrow?-


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