I do not own House M.D. nor make money off this. This story was made based off some drawings I did, making them come to life you could say, Read and Review!

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"How long is this storm going to last?"

House glared at the black screen that was a computer, the solid green room not calming his mood down. His hours were done and all he wanted to do was go home but damned if he had one good day. In the middle of the afternoon, While House was sneaking his way out from the Clinic, his thigh gave a loud protest and he had to clench the door frame before he landed face first on the floor.

The sudden tense feeling in his leg told him one thing, a storm was coming. Sure the old people had their achy joints whenever the weather turned cold or rainy, and since he was getting up in that area, he too got to suffer the joys of a new kind of pain. He hated getting old. But sure enough, the rain started to come down the lightening danced across the sky like fire works. Normally he wouldn't be bother by this, but today he decided to ride his bike, dick move on his part. 45 mph winds plus rain, but wet slick road and cripple on a bike, the outcome was not going to be pretty. He figured he would simply find Wilson and throw in his whiny card and get him to drive House home, but the day was not suppose to be good to him, oh no!

Wilson was on call and could not leave till the early hours of the morning. This did not please House, not at fucking all. How the hell was he going to get home now?! His team all departed hours ago and Chase was skipping his happy little engaged butt down the hallway to his lovely, yet over emotional soon to be wife, Cameron and call it a night. Leaving House to fend for himself.

"Reports say it's suppose to be the worse New Jerseys seen. Might even turn into a hurricane."

House rolled his head slowly to the side to glance at his only means of entertainment till the rain let up. Wilson sat beside him, his fingers laced over his stomach, his legs kicked up on the desk. The storm was loud and the flashing lights were bothering Houses eyes that he ended up huddling up in the scanning room, letting the thick walls deafen the booming thunder and the dark tent of green smooth his nerves. Didn't really work but having Wilson next to him was still nice.

Even thou he was on call, Wilson settled to keeping House company, it wasn't that busy, shockingly for such horror able weather, but why look look on the bad side? This meant he was going to have a smooth night, or something close depending if House left. Wilson was tempted to request Cuddy give me 30 minutes just to drive House home, but he knew House would refuse that, the pity was the worse hand out his best friend could stand. He would perfer to wait out till 4 A.M. when Wilson shifts were over to go home instead of taking someones hand out. Stubborn bastard.

"That bad huh? You think when we walk out of this room we'll be in another world filled with little people and fairies?"

"We need a twister for that, not a hurricane."

House looked back to the empty screen with a sigh, he was bored. He wanted to do something but his body was so tired, he just wanted to go home, curl up on his bed, pop a few pills, down a glass of his favorite drink and enjoy his painless sleep. Wilson offered to let House pass out on his couch in his office but the non stop flashing lights were getting to Houses head, he was starting to see images. Weirdly enough, When the storm first started to get bad, he stood in his office and watched the rain fall onto the glass, the lightening dancing across the black sky, sharp bone like fingerings reaching out. He must of been getting high, cause for a split second, he watched his reflection, one second he was standing before it, staring at his own blue eyes boredly. The next, he was looking at someone else.

It went by so fast, but he swore he just saw someone else standing in front of him, with the same blue eyes, the same outfit he wore but the only difference was this person was not him. No, this person had longer hair, this person had rolled up sleeves while he's was down. No... This person was different. Blinking hard, he looked back to find his own reflection staring back at him in confusion. What was wrong with him?

"You hungry?" House tapped the handle of his cane lightly to his chin, a sigh leaving his lips. Wilson looked at him, waiting for an answer to his question. He wanted to move, sitting in a dark room was helping him as much as it was helping House. Besides the silence was starting to get to him. He figured if they left and went down to the cafeteria, his friend would find a subject in order to rant about that will make the time go by faster besides this deadly slow pace.

"Not really, but I never give up the chance to make you pay for something."

Wilson only chuckled to himself, his body cracking as he pushed to his feet, stretching out his wore out bones. He waited for House to stand next and moved with him to exit the room. A sound caused them both to pause, Houses eyes narrowed as Wilsons eyes got wide. The computer screen on the desk rattled from the sudden roar of thunder. Wilsons heart began to beat quickly as he looked around, his fingers slowly squeezing to his sleeve in a nervous reflex. "Wow... that was close." He muttered, his weak laugh trying to mask his worry. House gave a slow nod, hearing another loud crack and a stronger rattle on the desk. "Its to close." He muttered. Glancing back, he looked to Wilsons wide eyes, knowing what he was thinking. But before he could uttered a sound, a crack of lightening stuck the roof and caused the building to shift, Wilson yelled out as House cursed, both jumping back from the sparks that began to fly from the computer system.

The screen zapped to life but its main power system was crashing, House yelled, his cane striking Wilsons shoulders knocking him back into the wall before the hot sparks could harm his friend. As quick as a cripple could, House lunged under the table, removing the plugs before they caught on fire. Hearing the computer system begin to shut down, he breathed a sigh of relief before he hear Wilson yell out, "House the scanner!!" Lifting himself back up, his eyes went wide in disbelief. Behind the glass wall, House and Wilson watched the scanner kick to life on its own and begin to spark, smoke spilling out from the inside. "We need to get out!" Wilson hissed, reaching out to grab Houses arm. But his friend only pulled away, quickly throwing his cane to the side to get out. "House! Stop! What are you doing! Get away from that!"

"We need to shut it down!"

"House it can bust into flames, get away from it!"

"We need to shut it down or this whole building will go up!"

Wilsons heart dropped when he watched his best friend limp out to the scanner, hands grabbing the bed, trying to get inside to hit the emergency switch to shut it off, only to be jerked back by the hot flashes of light. Removing his feet from the ground they seemed to be rooted too, he rushed to Houses side, His arms ripping at his lab coat, removing it from his body to throat over House, to help protect him from the heat. Wilson cursed and jerked when a spark touched his arm, burning his flesh but he staied by Houses side, trying to help him reach. The alarm sirens were going off, he could hear them outside in the hallway. This wasn't good, they needed to get out. Wilson looked up to the ceiling were the smoke was gathereing, the sounds of Houses cursing and yells as he tried to get deeper, his fingers searching, stretching to hit the switch, jerking from the hot metal. Over all that, Wilson heard it.

A loud crash of lightening, like someone took a piece of 2 by 4 and split it right down. He didn't even have time to think, his body reacted. Quickly he threw himself onto House and gave a yank, pulling him back out of the scanner. His friend yelled out in protest his free arm shooting back to knock Wilson off. But he held on.

It was like time slowed down. Every heart beat echoing in Wilsons ears. He held onto Houses body, trying to pull him out when the room shuck again but this time, House and Wilson watched with wide eyes as the tunnel of the scanner they flashed white before them. "Wilson..?" House muttered but it was to late. Like a snap, House and Wilson were flung back, their bodies slamming into the opposite wall. The scanner flashed again and bolts of lightening shot out, striking the floor around them, burning its black mark into whatever it touched.

Wilson struggled to gasp for breath, his body trembling from the sudden pain of the impact. His vision blurred as he watched with dread at the scanner. His body jerked from the sudden shot of electricity, its reacting shutting him down. Opening his mouth, he reached out, trying to find the only person that ran threw his mind. Was he alive? Was he okay? But his mind was starting to lose it focus and he knew he was going to black out. Gasping, Wilsons body suddenly went limp, his cheek pressing into the cold marble floor, he watched the scene around him slowly swirl to darkness, letting the bright light begin to fade to darkness. All awhile, he still tried to find his friend.

"....House...."

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Something cold was touching him. Wilson flinched lightly, his face turning away from the cold mist, burying itself into his arm. His body was sore, his lungs burned with every intake. But the coldness began to spread. Soon his while body began to tingle, his clothing sticking to him, clinging to him. Was this is? The cold hand of death? Was he dead? Sorrow ran threw him at the thought of dieing and pain ran threw his heart at the idea that House too had joined him in this cruel fate. But as if someone was removing their hands from his ears, he started to hear it.

Sounds...

Alarms...

Running...water?

It took some effort but Wilson slowly opened his eyes, his mind dazed. He laid there for a moment lost, frowning. He was on the floor, wet. Looking up slowly, he found his answer. The sprinkling system had kicked on. Looking back to the floor, his cheek slowly lifting itself from it, he noticed a pool of water already had gathered around him, telling him he was out cold for a good long period of time. As much as his body protested, he pushed himself to his hands and knees, his lips a snarl of pain as he breathed out. Looking up, his wet hair sticking to his forehead, he searched and found his goal.

House laid just a few feet away from him, slump onto his side, dead to the world. As quick as his waking body could, he crawled over to his friends side. His hands touching those soaked jeans, pulling at his leg. He tried to call out his name but his throat was dry, he couldn't get his voice to work properly. But still he checked, pulling House to roll completely onto his back, he began to check. Was House hurt? Was he okay? Was he still breathing? His fingers searched his friends throat and found his pulse, much to his relief, beating strong and steady. His hands searched, trying to find anything wrong, aside from some burnt marks on Houses arms and face, he was perfectly fine... Still they better have a check on both their insides to make sure they didn't mess anything up in there but on the outside, they were okay. Hearing House groan, Wilsons face broke out into a true smile before grinning, his head bowing itself, burying itself into Houses slowly rising and falling chest. He was okay.

He was okay.

His hands patted Houses face lightly, fingerings reaching out to touch those short graying locks, to reassure him that House indeed was still alive. Taking a slow breath, he began to pull himself together and tried to figure out how to get a hold of Cuddy, hell anyone for that matter to get in here and help them. But as his mind tried to slove, his ears picked up another sound.

A groan?

His lips made a slow frown as he looked down, watching Houses face. He heard it again but Houses lips didn't move, nor did his body. His friend just laid there sleeping. What was making that sound? Sitting himself slowly onto his legs, he began to look, following the weak sound. It was coming from beside the scanning bed. Leaning over, he tried to peek around, to see if the machine had kicked back on or was trying to at least. His eyes narrowed from the falling water, his body trying its best to support him in his lean and what he found made his heart stop.

Just around the corner of the bed laid a hand.

Quickly, Wilson began to move over. Someone else was in the room! Was there a patient?! Oh my god, why didn't they notice?! Crawling over, his legs trembling, Wilson reached out and grabbed the corner, letting himself look completely around, letting him see who else was in the room. What he discovered made his lips part in shock.

It wasn't just one person in the room. There was two.

Slumped on the floor, two women laid. The furthest one away laid on her side, her back to them, thick brown hair wet and matted on the floor, covering her shoulders and face from what he could see. Her clothing completely soaked threw, her sweater vest and all. But he noticed her slow rise and fall of her shoulders, telling him she took was just out cold. But he still needed to make sure.

Again the sound was made and he looked down to see that it was the second women who was groaning. Sitting down fully, he slide to her side, noticing she too, like house was slumped on her back. Reaching out, he touched her throat, feeling for a heart beat, finding it weak but steady. Letting out a sigh, he searched her and frowned at what he saw. She looked very familiar. Her hair was long and held a few strays of gray while there seemed to be a bit of bags under her eyes. Hollow cheeks graced her face but that didn't put a dent on how pretty she looked. His eyes trailed down noticing she was wearing dark blue denim jeans with sneakers, a blood red tank top with a black dress shirt. Wow, it was Houses style and yet he was seeing it on someone else.

The girl twitched and began to move, snapping him out of his thoughts. Quickly he moved closer to her, his hand touching her face, patting her cheek lightly. He watched her stir and watched those eye lids flutter before finally opening to the pouring water. Thats when he saw them, two blue orbs... The most stunning blue eyes aside from House moving around slowly before settling onto him. His lips parted in awe as she watched him, her pinkish lips turning into a frown. She moved a little and he only helped her, letting her sit up, her hair spilling back in front of her face. But she looked back up to him, her eyes searching, her face showing lost.

"Wilson?"

Her voice was raspy but gentle, the shock of her knowing his name made his mind hit pause. Did he know this women?! Did they met before? Was she a patient of his?? So many questions and his voice still didn't work for him to ask. His mind stopped yelling when he felt a gentle hand touch his face, those skinny fingers tracing along his cheekbones to his hair, touching those wet locks, pushing them back from his forehead. "Wilson..." She muttered again, leaving him worried.

"When did you cut your hair?"

The moment those words left her mouth, her eyes went dim and her body slumped forward. He was quick to catch her, holding her to his chest tightly. He sat there more confused and worried then he had started out.

Something was not right. Not at all.