AN: Okay a new House fanfic! I've had this idea running in my head for a while. I hope you enjoy!
Shade's POV:
I walked along Baker Street. I was carrying my guitar case and had a backpack full of crap slung over one shoulder. I had the hood up on my navy blue jacket because I feel more comfortable that way. I'm on my way to a show at a nearby bar. I usually lie about my age to be able to do these shows. I've managed to get a fake ID last year so people don't get suspicious.
As I walked down the street I accidently ran into a man. "Sorry Sir. " I said before I started coughing. I've had this bad cough for a while now and I haven't done anything about it because I can't afford to. I've been hoping that I've just overworked myself. Unfortunately I couldn't stop coughing.
The man looked concerned. "Are you okay?" He asked.
"I'm fine." I managed to lie in between coughs. I set my guitar case down because I wasn't feeling good at all.
The man didn't look convinced. I had finally managed to stop coughing but now I felt really light headed. I almost fell over but the man caught me. "He needs to go to the hospital Wilson." Said a new mans voice.
"No hospitals." I muttered before I blacked out.
~HOUSE MD~
House's POV:
I had walked out of my house because I heard some sort of commotion and because Wilson was running late. Fortunately I found Wilson talking to some teenage boy. The boy was wobbling a bit and almost fell over but Wilson caught him. "He needs to go to the hospital Wilson." I said and limped over to him. The kid muttered something before he fainted but I couldn't hear him. Wilson put the kid in the backseat of his car. I stood by the boy's guitar case. I've seen this case somewhere before but I couldn't recall where. Wilson grabbed the case and put it in his trunk.
"Well are you coming or not?" Wilson asked me. He seemed fairly annoyed. I really didn't want to go back to PPTH. I just got home an hour ago but something about this kid bugged me. So I got into the passengers seat.
~HOUSE MD~
Shade's POV:
I woke up in a hospital room. My eyes widened. I can't be here. There's no way I could pay for this! Panicking I tried to sit up only to be pushed back down. "You shouldn't get up yet." Said the guy that pushed me back in the bed.
"Who are you?" I asked the man.
"Dr. House but the bigger question is who are you really?" House said and held up my fake ID.
Well shit I'm really screwed now. Wait did he say that he's Dr. House? There's no way right? "I'm David Smith just like my ID says." I lied.
House sighed. "Look I won't tell anyone about the fake ID if you tell me your real name." He said.
"You wouldn't believe me." I said and fiddled with the bed sheets. I'm starting to feel anxious. My mind and heart are racing and I was taking shorter breaths.
House must have noticed that I was on the brink of a panic attack. "Calm down." He said.
I wanted to run off. Go back to my life as a homeless teenager that lies about his age to make some money to survive. It's all I'm used to. I haven't been to a hospital since I was 11 years old.
"Hey Mom! Guess what happened on my last day of senior year of high school!" I exclaimed as I walked into my Mom's hospital room only to find it empty except for her Doctor. His name was Dr. Wilson. My Mom had Cancer. Little did I know my last day of school was about to be ruined forever. Yes I'm only 11 but I still just graduated top of my class from high school. I skipped a few grades because I'm that smart. Anyway I stood in front of Dr. Wilson who had a solemn look on his face. "What happened?" I squeaked.
Wilson sighed. "Your Mom didn't make it though the surgery." He said. I stood there for a second. I was shocked but then I bolted.
I've been running ever since. I did managed over the years to find out some information on my Dad. You see I've never met my Dad because my Mom left him when she was pregnant with me. All I could find out about him was his name, Dr. Greg House. Could this really be him? "My name's Shade." I said.
House looked annoyed. "Last name?" He asked.
"You might want to order a paternity test." I mumbled and looked down. I didn't want to see his reaction.
"What's your Mother's name?" He asked.
I looked at House. He didn't seem too surprised. "Irene Anderson." I said. House nodded and left the room.
AN: THANKS FOR READING! Comments are amazing! :P