Title: Prologue 0/?

Series: It's a Family Thing

Author: BlankieBoo

Disclaimer: House M.D. and its characters all belong to David Shore and FOX. Only Megan Wilson belongs to me.

Feedback: I would love some feedback! Suggestions, criticism [constructive, please!], words of love…

Fandom: House M.D.

Series Summary Overall: There's no greater love than the love of family.

Prologue Summary: Worried about Wilson's mental state, Cuddy makes a phone call.

Rating: R

Key Words: Mentions of rape, incest and abuse

Spoilers: S5

Setting: AU S5

Notes: While I enjoy "House" and the fact that the show doesn't get too personal with the characters, this series will be personal. This series will be embellished for the sake of story-writing. This will be a work in progress, so please bear with me. Thoughts and media will be in italics; emphasis will be underlined. Because I haven't seen all the episodes of House, this story will not be canon; hopefully you'll still enjoy it. I know that Megan seems kind of mysterious; that's okay. She has a story and it will come out later on.

PRINCETON-PLAINSBORO TEACHING HOSPITAL – 10 AM

James Wilson was lying on the hospital bed, still holding his Amber. Five minutes had passed since he let her go. He was stunned. After three failed marriages he thought he knew pain but this, this was something new. He felt as if his heart had been ripped out of his chest. Oh, Amber, why did you have to die? He thought to himself, as he slowly got off the bed. He let out a sob as he touched his dead lover's face, stroking her cheek. He sighed and then sat down on the chair beside her bed. He stared at her body, lost in his own grief.

Dr. Lisa Cuddy watched from the doorway as Wilson said goodbye to his girlfriend silently. She didn't make one sound to let him know she was there. How could she, with the scene unfolding before her eyes so intimate…so private. She was worried about him, about how this would affect him. She'd seen him in pain before, but not like this. He might need a support system now, I better contact his family, she thought as she walked down the hall to her office. She went to her desk and went searching for her address book. Flipping to the 'W's, she found a phone number and dialed.

CLEVELAND, OHIO – 10 AM

The phone was ringing as Megan Wilson entered the kitchen. She went over to the counter and picked up the phone. "Hello?"

"Hi, this is Dr. Lisa Cuddy. Is Mr. or Mrs. Wilson there?" Cuddy absentmindedly started drumming her nails on her desk.

Megan almost dropped the phone. "Uh, no," she said, stalling for time. "Mrs. Wilson hasn't lived here for years and Mr. Wilson is at work. May I take a message?" She got out a pad of paper and a pen. What's going on here? This can't be about me, can it? I mean, I'm sure I would've remembered a Cuddy.

"This is about their son, James Wilson." She frowned a bit. "Who is this?"

Megan choked back a sob. "What's the matter with Jimmy? I'm his sister, Megan. Is he okay?" Megan sat down on the floor. Oh, Jimmy, are you okay? She tried to keep from crying.

Cuddy winced as she heard the girl's tremor in her voice. "I'm sorry, Megan, but no, he's not okay," she took a breath. "His girlfriend just died. I think he needs someone right now."

Megan straightened her shoulders. "I'll be right there, sort of. He still works at Princeton-Something Hospital, right? He told me once on the phone that that's where he was working."

Cuddy smiled. "Yes, he's still at Princeton-Plainsboro. Could you tell your father please?"

Megan smiled. "Thanks for telling me, Dr. Cuddy. I will," she said as she hung up the phone. "Not." My father never cared about him to begin with. Why would he start now? She wiped her eyes and got up off the floor. Her family life was a disaster. The youngest of four, everyone had treated her like a baby. She had had a good relationship with all three of her big brothers, especially Jimmy. They used to be the perfect family: good parents, good upbringing, and no sibling rivalry to speak of. That all changed when Scott, the youngest of the three, hit a rough patch and was now on the streets somewhere in New Jersey. Megan was just twelve. Nobody, in the Wilson household, ever really recovered. Charles and Cynthia Wilson split up soon after and in the custody agreement, Megan had to stay with her father. Jimmy and Kevin both left for college and university in New Jersey, followed by Cynthia soon afterward. Ever since then, there had been no contact whatsoever from Jimmy or Kevin. Or even from Mom. Megan thought bitterly as she walked out of the kitchen and up the stairs. You'd think she'd want to know how her only daughter is doing.

She entered her room and smirked. She had no life here. She had no friends, no job, and no boyfriend. She had nothing to keep her here. She went over to her closet and started tossing clothes, makeup, toiletries, and whatever else she could find into two suitcases she had hidden under her bed. Looks like I was right in keeping you under here, she told the suitcases silently. She grabbed her baby blanket and her stuffed bear and she grabbed her purse off of her bed and walked out of her room, a place devoid of happiness and joy, for the last time. She paused to look in the mirror before she left. There, looking back at her was a beautiful blonde, her pretty, heart-shaped face marred by an ugly-looking black eye on the right side of her face. I hate you for what you did, she thought as she left the room.

She went back downstairs and went to the garage. She opened the garage door and went over to her silver Lexus convertible, a gift from her father, and got in. I'm finally getting rid of you, Father, forever, she thought as she turned the key in the ignition. The car rumbled and, without a second look, the twenty-five year old young woman left the house that had been more like a prison and drove away.