A/N: New story, its going to be short, some really good 5-6 chapter story. I have this idea of thinking of a word and making a story out of it. So, please carry on. My beta is the kindhearted that's willing to do charity---Vodka Martini.

The events are somewhat interconnected in a puzzle-like manner but not necessarily interconnected to each other. They are interconnected as a whole and not necessarily to each other. Did you get that? I seem to have lost the ability to explain.

TITLE: Immortal Souls

TV SHOW: House MD

PAIRING: HUDDY

TIMELINE: A/U; House POV

GENRE: Drama, Romance, Tragedy (Char Death), Angst and Humor (at times).

DISCLAIMER: House, not mine. I don't know Korean and own all the other references I made here. I am not making money out of this. No flames. Constructive criticisms will work well.

A Vision of the Future

TEARDROPS

Everything is blurred. I know I exist in a continuum unknown to time and space. I know I am not alone but I feel all the coldness of the wind and the rain smack my lips and envelop my body.

I know I am no longer breathing. I know my heart already stopped beating.

Somebody violently shook my shoulders and shouted: "Greg, are you okay?" She repeated it for about three to five times and then shouted out for help.

I know that it was just the two of us. I know no one will hear her; no one will come bearing help. No one will come to ease the fear in her voice.

Only I can do that; but right now I can't, I won't, I wouldn't. There's nothing more to be done.

She dragged my body to the riverside, and placed me in a supine position on the firmest flat surface she had found. I felt her knees at my side as she spread her legs apart to gain a wide base support.

I know she was crying. I can hear her sobbing when she assessed my breathing by placing her ear over my mouth and nose. I can smell her. She smelled like Vanilla. I breathed her in. I tasted her through the teardrop she allowed to fall freely to my lips.

My poor Lisa, I know I have no right to do this to you.

I longed to caress her, to touch my roughed palm to the velvet of her cheeks. But I know right now I really can't, I won't and I wouldn't even dare. There's no chance in hell…

She knew I was breathless already when she found me. She pinched my nostril with the thumb and index finger of one of her hand with the side of its palm rested on my forehead. She placed the index and middle fingers of her other hand on my chin to tilt my head.

She took a deep breath after a brief sob, then placed her mouth over mine creating a tight seal while blowing two full breaths.

As I felt her mouth open, I know I want nothing more than to entangle my tongue with hers in a playful, pleasurable maneuver. I know a smile will be drawn across her face once she realized that everything was not real but a selfish prank I designed only for my own satisfaction at her expense. I know she'll burst into tears admitting that I scared her and that I had gone too far. I know just how she'll react. That's how predictable she is to me.

But then, I know that this is not a prank I designed just so to freak her out. I am freaking out too. I know I am wishing as hard as her that this is not happening.

"Breathe! Greg, breathe!"

I felt her slender fingers slide through my neck, searching for a pulse. Nothing.

"You idiot! You can't die on me!" Then another teardrop fell from her eyes to my brows. I know right now my body is numb but as ironic as it may seem, I am at the same time hypersensitive to every stimulation our simple proximity can condone.

Then another two drops of tears: one fell directly to my left eye and the other to my forehead together with the fresh mountain rain.

She margined my ribcage with the hand nearest to my feet until she felt my substernal notch. She measured the site of compression by placing the heel of her hand nearest to my head part beside the index finger then placed the other hand over it as she interlaced her fingers for stabilized compression about two finger-breaths from my xiphoid process.

I know she was trying to do everything according to a detailed checklist she return-demonstrated idealistically during her medical student days. I know she was trying to make this attempt to bring me back to life work. I know she wasn't allowing a room for a miscalculated mistake cost me my life. But then I know (as much as she does herself) that I am drifting away.

She started compressing my chest with locked elbows, straight arms and shoulders directly overhands with fingers not touching my chest. She forced it deeper, compressing my sternum one and a half to two inches deep.

"One and two and three and four and five and six and seven and eight and nine and ten and one and two and three and four and one…"

"One and two and three and four and five and six and seven and eight and nine and ten and one and two and three and four and two…"

"One and two and three and four and five and six and seven and eight and nine and ten and one and two and three and four and three…"

"One and two and three and four and five and six and seven and eight and nine and ten and one and two and three and four and four…"

Then she re-checked my carotid pulse, still nothing.

"1001, 1002, 1003…" She blew me another two full breaths but still, nothing. She then proceeded to Cardio-Pulmonary Resuscitation again, and again, and again; but still, nothing. I can feel her all over me, while I can feel myself fading into nothingness.

She stopped, allowed herself to freeze a few seconds to chill as she felt the coldness in the wind eat her flesh away. But then again, tirelessly she grasped for breath.

"Please, I beg you. Please wake up. Breathe!"

I'm sorry I can't.

"Please…"

Then she punched me violently in the chest. I felt my body jerk. Then again, with rage she cried and punched me even harder. She slapped me, pushed me deeper into the mud. She groaned in agony, then pulled me up closer to her body and whispered something in my ear I did not catch.

I know I can't physically feel pain, but I have felt her pain. She rested on top of me, sobbing.

"Please come back to me."

No, I can't. There's nothing left to be done. Let go, Lisa.

"Please---"

I tried to moan to try and send her a message in a worldly account but failed. I tried to call her name and tell her that everything will be fine but there was no voice coming from my pale lips. I seem to have lost everything that had made me human.

"---WAKE UP!"

No!

"HOUSE!"

I jerked up from the exam room's small cramped bed feeling a sudden urge of blood flow to my extremities. I popped my eyes open and saw Cuddy looking down at me, shaking her head in dismay.

"You never change."

"You know very well that I needed an eventual visit to The Matrix," I wiped off some dried drool off the corner of my lips. "Nice skirt, by the way. I was just dreaming about you."

She rolled her eyes in contempt; in a manner I have always found arousing and threw me a chart.

And I should have known earlier, it was only in dreams that I seem to have known everything.

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BROKEN

I closed the chart.

"It's Hypertrophic Cardiomyopathy. Her heart is unstable; it can kill her any moment."

"You said it was due to overworking when she went to you for the free clinic the last time."

I re-opened the chart and tried to digest back in the information. God, this guy is annoying!

Admission number 2291348

Angelica Gamlanga

19 years old

Orphan

I rechecked the test results, enjoying the silence in the eerie of the hospital jazz. It's like dancing, I'll do what he thinks I am doing because that's what he wants me to do, and then I wrote another order.

Transfer to Telemetry

I hummed in concerto with the non-existent orchestral symphony.

"Well?"

I deep breathed and sum up the words. "I didn't expect it to get this worse this fast."

"I don't believe you. Do it again. Do all the tests over."

"No. I'm good with the diagnosis."

"You call yourself a doctor? You're only a quack."

"Oh, well---this duck has some lunch food to attend to." I stood up and went out. Cuddy must already be halfway her chicken Caesar salad and have had two coffee frappe by the time I will reach her eating in the cafeteria.

I miss her.

I can't wait to be with her.

I can't wait to learn what new contribution to the rumor mill will be added when they see us eating lunch again together for the sixth day now in a consecutive manner.

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PAPER AIRPLANES

I saw her roll her eyes when she saw a paper airplane crash down in front of her after it had innocently flown across her class.

I saw half a dozen of her medical students stifle laughter as they saw the mighty-Dean's eyes grow wide in annoyance. All the rest pretended that nothing had just happened and went on copying lecture notes from the power point presentation.

"Excuse me," she snapped and turned to search for me.

I glared at the three students at the door nearest to me as if threatening them not to ever dare give her my direction. That tactic must've seemed to work because Cuddy did not even dare approach the door where I was trying to conceal myself.

She sighed sharply and crushed the paper in her hands.

No.

I went back to the nurse's station and asked---no, demanded---for a TPR sheet and folded it to form an airplane. I even curled the ends of its wings using a ball pen and tested it in the corridors until I reached her classroom again.

"Nice." Cuddy surprised me as I mistakenly stick my head to the door immediately without even observing the proper "precautionary techniques" I enumerated for myself to follow so that I will never be get caught.

"Hi!" I said, wearing my best charming façade.

Half the class giggled, I glared again to the three students I glared at earlier and they choked their laughter off their faces instantaneously.

"What is this?" She asked me, obviously angry. Like the barbarian kind of angry, like she's ready to chop my head off. I love it.

"Actually, Dr. Cuddy, I was about to give you a memo."

She narrowed her eyes and gritted her teeth. "Memo folded like an airplane?"

"Well, this one has to travel fast, plus the distance it'll have to reach is admirable."

"Fast, huh?"

"Yah, like Stat."

Then I walked away. I just satisfied myself with the imaginary image of her unfolding the paper and seeing my note: I need a new heart. I have a patient with a malfunctioning heart, irreparable.

Anyway, you must feel sad. The first airplane paper where I wrote the first note was the best magazine image I found of Jeju Island. I know you're just dying to go there.

What a loss.

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PAGER

"You having an orgasm over there?"

"Yeah. Come over here. Bend over and I'll scream louder."

"You're grossing me out."

"I paged you, twenty times."

"Uh, I lost my beeper."

"Seriously? As in, the beeper you've been using for ten years now?"

She rolled her eyes. "Yeah, that one."

"What happened?"

She gritted her teeth at me.

"What?"

"You don't know?"

I shook my head, no.

"I lost it when I dragged you off the river."

"Me?"

"Are you playing me?"

"Humor me." I lied.

"You over sped the car we were riding. You lost control of it on slippery grounds and we fell off the river. I dragged you out." She turned her gaze away from me. "I almost lost you."

So, it wasn't a dream. It was some repressed memory I kept shut off my consciousness.

"And you? Did I hurt you?"

"You really don't remember?"

"Sorry."

"It's okay. Uhm, I'll be off late tonight. Maybe I'll even travel to New York for a speaking engagement. Just leave me a message on my pager."

"You told me you lost your beeper."

"Dummy! You can still leave a message in the system."

"Why not use those new cell phone gadgets available in the market?"

"Call my pager number; I left you a message there." She winked at me, and I took it. Proud that those lovely eyes can freely wink at me now, as compared to the past when we were forced to keep our feelings for each other a secret. I'm proud that after a long while, we are finally all out.

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SARANGHEYO

"Sa-rang-he-yo. Sa-rangheyo!"

"Will you stop saying that please?"

I saw her look over at me from the kitchen. I did not bother to look at her, rather I paid deliberate attention to the Korean actors: Song Hye Kyo and Rain in their love story/soap opera entitled "Full House."

I found it hidden under Cuddy's shelf of "The Human Anatomy" binders, obviously trying to hide it from me. I played it on her player and was partly disappointed when I learned that it wasn't anyway related to playing cards.

"SARANGHEYO!" I even teased her.

She hit the power button to the blender and I can hear her mumbling something that sounds like "jerk" concealed under the noise.

"Hey, I heard that!"

"What are you gaining by doing that? You think you're going to learn to speak Korean if you finish the whole series? It has been 16 hours, Greg."

"You want to bet?"

Then she pushed the blender back on.

"I LEARNED THE WORDS KANSAHAMNIDA AND SARANGHEYO ALREADY!"

Then, it was off again. "Put the subtitles back on, I want to watch too."

"No. I'm studying Korean."

"Without the translations?" She said, obviously mocking me.

"Yeah. Do you know that Kan-sa-ham-ni-da means something like thank you, and then they'll bow their heads slightly like this?" I mimicked the guy in the show.

"Riiiiiiiiiight." She walked passed me to go to her bedroom completely trying to ignore me.

"Hey, where's my watermelon shake?"

"Pause the DVD and make your own."

"That's really sweet. Very girl-friend-ish thing to do."

"Kansahamnida!" She told me as she disappears to the corridors.

Later, by the break of dawn I learned "Kansahamnida" really is thank you and/or hi; and "Sarangheyo" means I love you or something like that though I'm not really sure. By the time I finished the whole series, it was already the break of dawn and luckily, it was my day off.

She was all set and ready to go before seven that morning, I pretended I did not hear her storm over the house so that I will avoid all those gardening and home-maintenance activities that I know she will ask me to do. I turned away from her as she taps her fingers to my shoulder.

She kissed me lightly on the cheek and whispered: "Sarangheyo" then went out.

I popped my eyes open, damn.

I should have just asked her to teach me Korean.

How the freakin' hell did she learn that?

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ANSWER

"Lisa…" I whispered her name as I cuddle her to my arms around 1:45 AM.

"Hmm…"

"Why did you save me?"

She did not bother to open her eyes and look at me as she answers: "So, I wouldn't have to die after you."

Then she bury her face to my chest, I kissed her head and pulled her body closer to me.

I am never going to let that happen again.

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--angcatalonan