I'll Find A Way Back To You
(A/N: Hey, it's Seraph here!! I wrote this story not actually thinking anyone would read it, but for those of you who do – IWILLLOVEYOUUNTILYOUAREMINE!!!!!!!! Ehem, all creepiness aside, I don't own anything!! This story came to me on a whim, and I figured, yeah, that will work, so I typed this up!! This is dedicated to my favorite neighborhood brothers! Ehem…THIS STORY WILL HAVE A HAPPY ENDING I SWEAR!!! * cough cough* anyway… I hope you enjoy and please review!!!
I know I made the characters REALLY out of character, but please deal with it!! This is rated M for sexual content later on, language, talk of suicide, drug use, etc, etc.
Summary: Joseph and Stephen Roberts are brothers who are on a plane when it suddenly malfunctions and crashes. Joe awakens to realize that an ambulance is taking him to the Princeton-Plainsboro Hospital. Refusing to give up on the idea that his brother is alive, Joe is admitted to PPH where a certain team of doctors is assigned to his case. But what will happen when he sees Robert Chase, who looks like an exact replica of his brother Steve? What will happen when Joe has sudden seizures and hallucinations? And what will happen when Joe becomes overly attached to a certain brunette doctor? Is Steve really alive? Please Review and enjoy!!!)
Chapter OneJoe gazed out the window of the British Airlines plane, watching the ground fly past them. Feeling his brother nudge him, he twisted his neck so that he was gazing at his brother Steve. Steve had perfect blonde hair, blue eyes, and a fit body. Joe knew his brother was something of a ladies man, but so was he. Never once had Joe ever been jealous of his brother except for one time. Now.
"I still can't believe you got tickets to see Cradle of Filth live while I have to go take some damn test," Joe complained as he sank further into the plane seat.
"Cheer up, Joe. I promise I'll get you a souvenir like a T-shirt or something. Besides, I offered you to come with me."
"So that I could do what? Stand outside of the concert hoping to pick up some drunken English chick while you got to go backstage? No thanks. And anyway, I can't skip this test. If I even thought of playing hooky, I would get thrown out of law school for good."
"Pssh, law school. I still can't believe a skater player like you would become a high-top lawyer," Steve said as he flicked through his magazine.
"Hey, fate is a fickle friend," Joe commented as he returned to gloomily staring out the window.
"Can you even spell fickle?" Steve muttered, but he was ignored by Joe's brooding. "Hey, look at this. People magazine named some doctor named House Doctor of the year. Hey, it says he's a real ass, but he's fucking brilliant! He works at PPH; isn't that just around the street from our house?"
Joe didn't answer, so Steve shrugged and resumed his reading.
"This guy, House, he's gotten loads of patients, and apparently he's been able to figure out what's been wrong with almost all of them. His patients always have these weird diseases. I hope I never have to see him."
Suddenly the plane shook.
Steve's headphones slipped off his ears as he spun his head around.
"What the hell was that?" Steve asked.
"Attention all passengers, we are going into a state of emergency. Please fasten your seatbelts and secure yourselves," a voice said over the intercom.
"Joe, what the hell is going on?" Steve asked over the roar of the plane as it started spiraling out of control.
"The plane's lost control! We're gonna crash!" Joe cried out over the screams of the other passengers as he desperately looked out the window. The ground was speeding toward them at an alarming rate.
Lights began flashing as an alarm siren played itself overhead.
"Joe, I'm too young to die in a fucking plane!" Steve screamed as he gripped his brother for dear life.
Joe'e eyes met Steve's, and he felt his heart stop. The plane was falling. No control. They would crash. They would die. Steve would die. They would be separated forever. Joe couldn't stop the tears from falling as he whispered to his brother, "I won't leave you Steve. I'll never leave you."
"Joe, don't leave me! You promised you wouldn't leave me!" Steve screamed as his eyes swelled with tears.
Instantly Joe felt himself being thrown back against the seat as the plane hit the ground.
Joe's eyes slipped shut as he felt Steve's grip quickly slip away.
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When Joe opened his eyes, he found that he was riding in a moving vehicle. His head stung like hell, and he felt a burning sensation in his arm telling him that it was broken. He was strapped to a cot in an ambulance, he quickly speculated.
"What…happened?" he asked softly.
"Oh, you're awake. Thank god. We didn't think you were going to make it, kid."
Joe shifted his head to see an EMT person riding in the vehicle beside him.
"What happened…to me?" Joe asked shakily.
"You were in a plane when it had a malfunction and crashed. We were able to get you out alive along with two other survivors."
"Plane…crash? Survivors?" Joe asked sleepily as he felt his eyes begin to close again. Suddenly an image of his brother's petrified face shocked his brain, and Joe's eyes burst open. "Steve! My brother! Is he alive? He was sitting right next to me on the plane! He has golden hair, blue eyes, great looks, he –"
"Whoa there, sonny. I'm sorry, but the only other two survivors was a woman, and the pilot who had a bruised skull and a part of the plane skewered into him. I'm sorry about your brother, man."
The man's words drilled through Joe's brain and heart.
Steve was dead. His brother. His brother.
Joe could hear a background beeping sound, and he heard the EMT call out, "Bill, we're losing him! His heart rate is decreasing! Bill, speed the hell up! We'll lose him if we don't make it to PPH!"
PPH………Dr. House………Steve…………Joe thought as he fell unconscious.
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"Anybody here a doctor?" Dr. Gregory House asked as he stood in the center of the Princeton-Plainsboro Hospital lobby.
"House, it's ten in the morning. You should have been here three hours ago. Where the hell have you been?" Cuddy shouted as she briskly walked up to him.
"I'm sorry, mommy, but daddy said he'd let me sleep in late," House said giving her a puppy-dog face.
"I had to split up your shifts between Wilson and Chase. Why the hell don't you own an alarm clock?" Cuddy demanded as she walked past him.
Taking a moment to stare at her ass as she walked away, House hurried up to catch her, responding lightly, "I had one, but my dog ate it."
Glancing at Cuddy's low, tight suit, House replied smoothly, "Though I would probably remember to wake up in the morning on time if I had a certain set beside me in the bed. Preferably without that suit on."
"House," Cuddy said sternly as Wilson stomped over to them.
"I just got done dealing with a woman who has breast cancer, syphilis, and a tongue swelling problem. House, where the hell were you?" Wilson demanded.
"Sorry daddy, mommy said I could oversleep," House lied as he eyed the folder in Wilson's hand. Grabbing the folder, House flicked through it.
"Boy with trauma over brother's death in a plane crash. Sounds boring and emotional. Not my style," House said as he flicked the folder back to Wilson.
"He won't have anybody else but you treat him," Wilson said briskly.
"Me? Why does he want little old me?" House asked as he began limping away.
"He won't say why except his brother said you are the best here. Please, House, he just lost his brother in a plane crash. Have some compassion."
"Compassion? The last person I know to have had compassion was Jesus, and I didn't really know him, now did I?" House replied as he crossed into the elevator.
"House, just take the damn case and do this kid a favor!" Wilson said as he blocked the elevator door from closing.
"It'll be boring," House replied as he whacked Wilson's hand with his cane.
"Do this case, House, and I'll get off your back about being late for now," Cuddy said as she stepped under Wilson's arm to block the door.
"Fine, I'll do it, but I won't enjoy it," House mumbled as he grabbed the folder from Wilson and finally succeeded in closing the elevator door.
Flipping the case file back open, House sighed as he looked at the kid's picture.
"Funny, he kind of looks like Chase," House whispered as he gazed at the same blue eyes and blonde hair.
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When Joe opened his eyes, he found himself gazing into the face of a hot brunette.
"My name is Doctor Allison Cameron. Don't worry; you are going to be fine. Do you know where you are?"
Joe wanted to respond, but he found he couldn't make any voice come out of his mouth, so he just shook his head.
"You're in the Princeton-Plainsboro Hospital. You were transferred here after the accident. Don't worry, you only came out with a few broken bones and a couple of scratches and scars. You'll be fine."
"Steve," Joe finally got out. He was shocked to hear a voice come from his mouth, but the voice sounded nothing like his own. It sounded like a dying man's voice.
"I presume you are talking about your brother," Cameron replied before slowly sitting down in a chair beside the bed in which Joe lay. "I'm sorry, but the EMTs haven't found his specific body yet. Your plane crashed just outside of state, and they figured to bring you here. We are having them check all of the bodies in search of your brother's, though. Don't worry, we will try to do our best to help him too if there is even the slightest chance that he's still alive."
"He's alive. He has to be. I promised…" Joe sank deeper into the bed as the strength to finish his sentence left him.
Cameron felt her heart reaching out to the poor twenty-one-year-old on the bed before her.
"We'll do our best," she said finally.
Joe nodded as he felt his own strength – both mental and physical – wane.
"If you can, could you please tell me why it is so important for you to see Dr. House? He's…very busy," Cameron lied quickly.
"My brother said he was the best here," Joe replied as he looked up into Cameron's eyes. "He seemed to think highly of him, and I want to meet him."
Cameron was both impressed and surprised at the look of decisiveness in the blonde's eyes. "Okay then, but I should warn you, House isn't the politest of men."
"I don't care. I've handled arrogant bastards before, and I'm sure I can handle him. My brother spoke of him before he died, which means I have to have him as my leading doctor. I'm sorry, but House will just have to make time to treat me," Joe said as he closed his eyes.
Cameron was stunned. Without a word she stood up to leave the room. At the door, however, she glanced back at him.
He must really either trust his brother or love him enough to want House specifically as his doctor.
As Cameron left the room, Joe didn't stop the tears from falling out of his eyes.
Steve, please be alive. Please, you have to be.
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"Joseph Roberts, twenty-one, studying to be a lawyer. Has the built of a model, but throws it away by burying his face in books about law. What a waste of my time. I've read this kid's entire file, and the only thing I can find interesting is that he has nearly the same hair style as Chase," House muttered as he threw the file onto Wilson's desk.
"House, not every case can be as interesting or as fun as say a human with a tape worm growing in their brain," Wilson said as he skimmed through Joe's file.
"No, but the tape worm brain case would certainly be entertaining. Imagine all of the jokes," House said as he flopped down into a chair across from Wilson's desk.
"House, the kid has a concussion and his brain charts are off the charts. Every time he thinks of his brother or the crash, his body has a seizure, and his brain goes into shutdown mode. His blood count is low, but his testosterone levels are sky marketing every time a nurse walks in to give him medicine. He's going through the trauma of losing his best friend and brother, but he still has hope that his brother is alive. House, I saw the plane on the news. It was miracle this kid even made it out alive, let alone two others."
"What about the other survivors?"
"A fifty-year-old woman, and one of the pilots. The woman only broke her leg, but the pilot got one of the pieces of the plane jammed into him along with a bruised skull. He's in the ER undergoing surgery. The rod missed all important organs, but skewered his liver."
"Why couldn't I have his case?" House complained.
"What, a kid with trauma and seizures isn't enough for the great Doctor House?" Wilson asked sarcastically.
House was about to respond when Cameron came into the room.
"Sorry to interrupt your social time, but House, we have an issue."
"Issue?" House asked as he looked up into Cameron's alarmed eyes.
"Joe is threatening to kill himself," Cameron nearly shouted.
House and Wilson looked at each other, and House figured that maybe this case would be interesting after all.
(A/N: Okay, so there is the first chapter of my newest story!!! I know that you were all hoping for something Kingdom Hearts related by me, but I couldn't work on anything else while I had this plot floating around in my head!! I'm sorry if any quotes or scenes seem familiar from the show, but I swear that I didn't do that knowing that the scene or line was from the show. I just said stuff that seemed what House and his team would say!!! Anyway, thanks for reading so far, and I'll see you in chapter two! Don't forget to review!!!!!!!!!)