Always Eventually

Misery & Hope could both be House & Wilson's doubles & Misery is House's new case. But what happens when both doctor and patient have fallen 4 their same sex strait best friends. They're screwed, that's what! But is Misery willing to take this to her grave? H/W.

Author: ProudToBe-LimpingTwerp, Pairing: Hilson, Language: English, Rating: T, Genre: Angst/Romance,

Chapter: One

Chapter Title: Copy-Cat!

Beta: George Stark II

A/N: Alright. This story could not have come to be without GSII giving me the idea, so thanks GSII. I moved a bit of it around from her original idea, but the premise is identical there's probably only a couple of ideas that are mine. Like Misery & Hope being identical to House and Wilson. And later things.

The most of the story is done in Misery's & House's alternating POV. But it will change to Wilson or Hope toward the end.

Please review. Happy reading.

Always Eventually

Chapter 1

Copy-Cat!

"Hey! That's mine!" I whined and swiped half heartedly at the annoying redhead who had snatched my little amber bottle from my hand. She shook the bottle and then sighed upon hearing that the bottle was less then half full, placing both hands firmly on her hips and giving me that disappointed look that I swore she practiced in the mirror. She brought her teal eyes to lock with my blue ones.

"How many of these have you taken, Fate?" she asked, concern flashing in her soft soprano tone that sounded like melting honey to my ears.

"A perfectly legal amount." I answered vaguely, and with my signature smirk. She rolled her eyes and then handed me back my bottle. I unscrewed the little white cap, threw my head back, downed the pills, then twisted the cap back on and slipped the small bottle back into my pockets. With a crooked smile to my friend, I pushed off the lockers and started limping down the hall out to the parking lot of Princeton Plainsboro High School with Hope in tow.

About halfway down the hall a sickly feeling came over me and I felt my world spin. I caught a hand on a cold stone wall and stood for a couple of seconds, waiting for the feeling to pass. It didn't.

Hope was pestering me; she kept asking if I was all right, and then laid a hand on my shoulder comfortingly. I knew she meant well but the spike of adrenaline that ran through my body and the way my stomach tossed at the small common touch really didn't help me. I shrugged her off and attempted to push off from the wall. I barely made it an inch before the vertigo came again. A loud bell sounded in my head as my body crumbled.

Hope caught me under the arms and lowered me to the floor on top of her. By now, panic had risen to her normally ever calm eyes and tone. She called out for help, true panic ringing clear. And anyone who knew my otherwise calm, cool, and collected friend knew something was wrong. I felt cool darkness over take me and heard in the back of my mind, a familiar teacher's voice telling Hope to calm down.

"I'll call 911."

"Fourteen year-old female: insomnia, dizziness, fainting, stomach pain, shortness of breath, and migraines, along with tinnitus," rattled Chase coming in from the clinic.

House and the team looked up. "Came into the ER after she passed out and stopped breathing at school. She flat-lined in the ambulance. Her friend went berserk. They brought her back after a good amount of time," continued Chase as he handed them the files.

"And why would this be interesting?" questioned House.

"If you spent thirty seconds with her you would see it is mighty interesting," replied Chase as he leaned on the table.

"Who says mighty? And why?" countered House.

"Because she could pass for your double, and her friend, Wilson's."

House raised an eyebrow and then leaned both elbows on the table, folded his hands in mid-air, rested his chin on them, and then replied, "Do explain."

Chase smirked and counted each thing off on his fingers, "Let see, she's sarcastic, witty, a bloody brilliant genius, an ass, no bedside manner, an obvious misanthrope…oh, and she's got a bum leg, is in chronic pain, uses a cane, and is addicted to, guess what, Vicodin!" Chase folded his arms.

That caught House's attention, but he hid it well, "Oh really? We have a copy cat in our midst, do we? What about her friend-how is she like Wilson?" questioned House as he picked up the girl's file and skimmed through it.

"Hope Wyle. As nice and compassionate and a doormat as her friend is black hearted, cruel, and uncaring. Has had as many boyfriends as a player, without the playing part. Her picture should be next to the words 'normal' and 'respectable' as her friend's should be next to 'eccentric' and 'disrespectful' in the dictionary. They're polar opposites. Except they're both witty, sarcastic, and intelligent. I guess you would have to be, to keep up with your double, House."

"Hmmm… interesting. So, we've got two copycats. Tell Cuddy we've got a case," he told them as he limped across the room to the door.

"Why? Because she's just like you. That's just what we need-a little female House. One's enough thank you," responded Foreman, standing up.

"No. Two reasons, because her case is interesting and her name is Misery Fate. Who the hell has the name Misery Fate?" he chuckled as he limped through the door and disappeared down the hall to get Wilson. He had to come see this with him!

"No, Fate. You can't leave. Something's wrong with you."

"Something is always wrong with me. I'm in chronic pain, you idiot! Something is always wrong!"

"It's different now, Fate."

"How is it different?"

"You could die!" The words were out of her mouth before she could stop them. Wyle closed her eyes. "And I don't know what I would do if you died…"

I didn't answer her. I kept my eyes on the floor. Neither one of us noticed when the door creaked open nor when two men slipped through. With my eyes on the ground I sighed and massaged my leg, painfully, still deep in thought.

"What if I told you that in a way, it would be a pleasure? I'm tired of my leg always hurting. I'm tired of everyone treating me with such pity at first and then such hate. I'm tired of being in pain. What if I told you that, in a way, I wanted to die? What would you say?" I whispered in a soft honest voice.

It was silent for a long time. Finally someone spoke up, and it wasn't either of the two girls.

"I'll tell you what I would do," replied House, stepping forward. Both girls jumped, turned to look at the man, and glanced at the other brunet beside him. "I'd tell you, welcome to my life, copycat."

*sorry so short. Just wanted to get this first part over with. Then it'll be longer. I promise. Please review!