Immortality Incorporated
Disclaimer: I do not own House, NBC Universal and David Shore does, I don't know if Hugh Laurie does.
Rating: Probably T, might be going to M in later chapters
Genre: Poetry with adventure and supernatural stuff
Summary: Working on this forquite awhile (my first fanfic), I originally saw this as a crackfic poem, then it turned out to be something I had not expected. I can only write this fic in poetry form and because of the plot, there will be chapters, I hope you like this as much as I do and any good contructive criticism will be nice.
Wilson did not die,
Neither did House.
Wilson underwent an experimental drug treatment meant to cure all cancers.
The drug made him an immortal who can turn other people into immortals by accidental touch.
House was one of the people he touched soon after he took the drug,
As well as the doctor who submitted the syringe containing the antidote and her two assistants,
As well as the scientist who created it.
Wilson was happy he was cancer free and still alive,
But not the way he wanted to be.
House now had another personal demon to deal with for the rest of his life,
Although he was thankful in a way that the drug did make him walk again.
The two former doctors soon later decided to go back to their respective medical professions,
But they had to go their separate ways and both men had to live under different indentities.
They also resolved to use their powers of immortality only on patients
Who came a life of hard knocks and unanswered dreams,
A sort of second or third chance for them, regardless of age, money, or experience.
It would be more than a year later
When evil government men started going after the immortals
The day the scientist was found hanged from the ceiling of his office.