Title: I Need You
Author: Wyoming
Warnings: No Reason, and anything up to that.
Rating: T for language
A/N: This one was an idea that speedmonkey gave me. She's my inspiration :D
Chapter 1: The Funeral
Everything seemed to happen in slow motion. The gun, the shot, someone screaming, and another shot. After that, time seemed to speed up, too fast for the 'skinny brunette' to comprehend. Her boss had gone from explaining symptoms to lying on the floor, creating a pool of blood. As soon as she knew it was safe, she ran to him and took her jacket off, and placed it on the wound that was on his side. Foreman was taking care of the newest wound on his neck, and House was out cold.
What seemed like an eternity later, Cameron got a page from Cuddy that said House was stable, and he was allowed to have visitors. She walked into the room and saw Cuddy standing over him, checking his pupils. He wasn't responsive to anything. Pain, light, sounds, nothing.
"He's in a coma?" Cameron said as she walked over to him and looked at his EKG. Cuddy looked over at her and nodded.
"He has been since he came off the anesthesia. I'm sorry Cameron, he's getting weaker and weaker, and we're not so sure he's going to come out of this."
Cameron looked down at him and nodded, and then leaned down to kiss his forehead. After that, she walked out of the room and went straight to the chapel. She knew that she didn't believe in God, but this was always a last resort. She folded her hands and bowed her head. "Please, let him live. I don't know what life would be without him."
A loud snap radiated through the room as she unfolded her hands. She didn't know what it was or where it came from, but it was very loud. A blast of wind hit her and she was knocked to the side, and passed out on the bench.
"BOO!"
"Whoa!" House sat up and looked around, his heart rate a bit above normal from the scare.
"Ha! Gotcha," the woman said as she crossed her arms over her chest.
"Who the hell are you?" House asked, being his usual ass-ish self. He looked down and saw that he was sitting in a hospital bed, in a gown.
"The name's Jessica, my partner Katie is usually here, but she's off with some other woman, a woman you know, actually," she said with a smirk as she grabbed his hand and yanked him off of the bed, forcing him to stand.
"And what are you doing?" he asked as he stood, noticing how his leg didn't hurt, that was odd.
"Come on stupid, you don't remember?" she asked with a tilt of her head. "You slipped into a coma after being shot twice. I'm here to show you how your lady friend would take things if you weren't here anymore," she told him as she grabbed his hand again and walked him out of the room, well, out of the building actually, she walked them through the window. She transported them to a funeral home, swishing her long blonde hair around and looking down at the black dress and heels she had on, adding to her 5'1" height. She looked at House and snapped her fingers, causing him to change instantly into a dress suit.
"What is this?" he asked as he looked around and saw all his family members, his friends, and most importantly, Cameron.
"This…is your funeral," Jess said as she looked up at his big blue eyes, which were about the same hue as hers.
House looked around and saw everyone dressed in black. "But I'm not dead yet," he said.
"Duh, I'm an angel, I can do cool things and create alternate surroundings," she told him as she balled up her fists in front of his face and then jutted her fingers outward in a flicking motion. "Poof!" Little pink sparkles came out of her fingertips and fell in front of his face. "See?"
"So you're my guardian angel or something? How do I know you're not some crazy chick who just wants some free sex?" he asked blatantly.
"Shut up and look," Jess said as she pointed towards the open casket. They were across the room, but he could see Cameron perfectly. She was with Wilson, and she wasn't even shedding a tear, but her lip was quivering and she looked like she'd been holding it in. She walked away from Wilson and ran to the corner, which was about five feet from where they were standing. She threw her arms against the wall and burst out into tears, mumbling something about wishing it was her that was in the casket instead of him, and how he didn't deserve that.
"Why is she like that?" he asked as he squinted his eyes at her and walked over to her. "Cameron, I'll give you twenty bucks to stop crying," he said as he moved to put a hand on her shoulder, but it went right through her. He couldn't even touch her.
"Think of this as one big dream. What you're seeing is in the future, should you not wake up from your coma. But this isn't the only part, there's a lot more," she told him as she held his hand and snapped her fingers.
