Disclaimer standards apply, I do not own House, yes, you heard me, house, and Sailor moon. Yes you heard me again. I know I'm crazed. But, who isn't in this world anymore? I do own Kayla, and the plot.

A/n: The plot isn't very well mapped out, so I'm not completely sure where I'm going with this. The events are based off the Live action version. I already know I can't spell so please don't clown me about it. I do use spell check, but it doesn't catch everything. Also, any medical information is based off my personal experience. If I have too, I'll look up spelling of stuff, but not more then that. I also won't be randomly tossing out many medical terms, I want to keep it simple.

Warnings: As always, the story will be rated M for later chapters, and adult content, such as, but not limited to nudity, sexual reference and adult langue. You have been warned.

Chapter 1.

The cool December air nipped at her exposed skin, her blonde pigtails whipping about her in a tangled mess slapping her on the back repeatedly like two whips However, she failed to notice them to focused on her oppant, a creature that could only be described as a monster. She had faced many like it before, but this time was different, this time she was fighting to save a human life. The trapped human remained unknown to her, just yet another caught up in this dangerous game of cat and mouse.

She did a front flip, her right booted leg just missing her target by mere inches, a mistake that could have cost her had she not been so alert. Regaining her footing, she geared herself for a second try, this hitting her target dead on. Her booted toes slid under the weight of the snow and ice on which she stood, a danger she hadn't counted on. Her breath came fast, her heart pumping rapidly, giving her the ability to continue dispite the ice and snow trying to cut through her exposed skin. In one fluid motion, she prepared to attack, something she knew she must do in order to save the human trapped within. "Moon Healing…" she begun, her ears tuned much like a cat, to all the sounds around her. One sound nearly caught her off guard, but she forced herself to continue, not wishing to be seen by anyone else. "Moon Healing Escalation!" she shouted, her staff pointed at the target, its healing rays impacting anyone that dared to enter its path.

He had seen it all, the girl fighting, her body being attacked by the freezing air, yet she continued as if it were simply a hot summer day. He continued driving on, slowly so as not to hit anyone, the roads fairly empty due to the weather. Schools had been closed, most of the roads deamed unuseable, but hospitals never shut down, not even in the worst of the weather. The moment she spoke he had slammed on his breaks, the rays of her staff reflecting off the ice crystals causing a blinding effect. He hadn't noticed that he had driven into her path, into the healing rays. When the light had vanished and his vision returned, she had all but vanished along with it. His attention however, was averted to the form in the snow, seemingly not moving.

He used his cell phone and called an amblance, before racing off to the hospital where he worked. Given their location, the form would be brought there, and he just had to know more. But, where had that girl gone? Ran through his mind. The lack of clothing and the conditions outside suggested that she too should have landed here, but he couldn't spot her anywhere. He wondered into his office not even really noticing he had not needed to limp. What had she done to him. Instinctively he popped two pills into his mouth dry-swallowing them, the fact he hadn't been in pain just now hitting him. Had he just taken them out of habit? If so, then that cop would have been right, that he was in fact an addict.

"House!" a female voice yelled approaching the office, she didn't look to happy, but when did she ever. "You're late, the clinic now!" she barked.

The man, now known as house, pretended not to notice her, in hopes of avoiding clinic duty. He hated that more than anything, for quite often it didn't offer him with a challenge. Often times he found it to be quite, boaring, yes boaring, was the best way of describing it. He sat in his seat, idly flipping his cane this way and that, while she continued to scold him for being late. Finally he gave up and headed for the Clinic ignoring her gasp and change of subject.

"Your leg, what did you do?!" she shouted. "If-…"

"You wouldn't fire me… I mean to much to your hospital." He spoke up finally making some notion that he, had in fact, been listening.

"OH House! Everyone can be replaced, even you!" she retaliated, her anger reaching a boiling point.

"Getting a little lame on the come backs…" he replied entering the clinic doors taking the first case file that came his way, this way he could go back to ignoring her.

She sighed, knowing that he had won the argument once again. But, she couldn't help but notice his walking had improved. He didn't appear to need his cane nearly as much, and she had to wonder if he'd been injecting himself with some trail drug. Being that this was considered a teaching hospital, finding such medicine wouldn't be that difficult to find. Deciding she wouldn't get an answer out of House himself, she searched out his teams in hopes of getting some incite on how house managed to rid himself of the pain.

House went through his time in the clinic with little effort, treating patients right and left, coming up with a cure with little effort. His mind wondered a little, but this time, finding a way to suppress his pain wasn't one of the things distracting him. He himself wondered why it didn't bother him. He had been used to being in constant pain all of the time, dulled only momentarily by his pills or getting totally wasted. He could sware he was neither as he staggered into the conference room, ignoring his associates while he pored himself a cup of coffee. "What did you do this time…?" Cameron, one of his co-workers questioned.

"What does it look like, any interesting cases?" House continued on ignoring her, "anything to deal with frostbite…?"

"Nothing that would interest you, girl's responding to treatment, nothing more you have to do." Cameron replied wondering why his sudden interest in a non-challenging case.

"so what do we have, name history, anything… how about why she was out in the snow not properly dressed…?" House continued to ramble on ignoring Cameron for the second time that day.

"But, when she was found she was covered from head to toe in layers of clothing. Which doesn't explain the hypothermic state or the frost bitten toes and fingers. But, she's responding to treatment so it shouldn't concern you. Now do you want to tell me why you have been acting so strange, and why Cutty came in grilling us while you were on clinic duty?"

"No…so back to the case in hand, you say it should not concern me because its not a puzzle. Perhaps your right." He took his coffee departing from said room for his office. He turned to face her, "call me when something interesting comes up. However, when he neared the corner that would lead him to said office, he turned but headed instead to the hall containing the patients. If his team wouldn't tell him anything, he then chose to seek out answers for himself. He paused peering into one of the rooms, doctors slowly removing blanks and hot water bottles. A woman lie in the bed, just barely awake. Her body had returned to normal, though she would still need to remain in the hospital over night. House observed her for a few moments before slowly entering the room. "So, want to tell me what you were doing out there in a minni-skirt and a very thin sailor-style suit?"

"That wasn't me…it must have been Sailor Moon." The girl supplied not quite giving the answer he wanted. "She must have saved me. I was heading in, when some man attacked me. I couldn't breathe, and then… the next thing I remember is Moon's healing glow."

House listened, the case becoming more interesting by the second, that was until she said, Moon's healing light". Those words set him on edge, but he couldn't understand why. Memories of the morning's events replayed in his mind, and he could have sworn he stopped, only for a light change, but anyone who knew him would say different. "So have you been seen by one of our lovely shrinks? They may do you a world of good." He quipped before departing. The girl in the bed looked nothing like the girl he'd seen fighting, yet the name sounded fimular, where had he heard it? Oh, yes back in the day at school when they were studying legends. Had that been who he had seen, or was this yet another trick of the mind? He could not be sure, so let the matter drop, at least until his shift ended.

Once he had exited the building he had to wonder if he had lost his mind. His cane remained with him, but he had little use for it today. He drove home carefully bypassing any bars or clubs. Normally he would have allowed himself to get wasted, but he needed to prove to himself the morning's events had been a simple trick of the mind. Driving hadn't improved much, if at all.

The sounds of crunching ice and snow, along with the sounds of mettle hitting mettle echoed off in the not-so-far-off distance. House being the curious person he was took a different root in order to ease his over-active mind, and prove to himself, that he didn't also belong in a straight jacket. There she stood, arm outstretched, a staff of some kind clutched in her gloved hand. She blocked and dodged attacks from her attacker, scoring a hit or two herself. "Moon Twilight flash intensify!" she called a silver-white light forming at the tip, narrowing into a beam which struck her opponent. A howl, unlike any humans tore through the air, as the monster-like creature vanished in a cloud of dust.

Carefully house approached the intersection keeping his eyes pealed this time. He had no intention of fallowing her, at least not at this moment. She turned, as if facing him, but at the same time not really seeing him.

"Sailor Moon…" a male voice called out, and the girl tore her gaze from house and looked up.

"Iie…Watashi wa, Sailor Gwaten…" she replied to the speaker, in a langue that House could not catch. He would have to hear her speak again to be sure, but he knew it wasn't Spanish or French.

"It doesn't matter, you will be mine….." the speaker continued using the same langue that the girl had used to reply.

"Iie…-" but she never got to finish her sentence. A string of hair had gripped her neck, and she found herself unable to breathe. Two gloved hands tugged at the hair-like rope, but it felt like her skin were quite literally trying to eat it.

House couldn't stand by and watch this. The moment she started struggling to breath he found himself at her side trying to figure out a way to free her from the hair-like rope. Finally, it had completely absorbed into her skin, and she fell to the ground, house trying to catch her before she could damage herself even more. "Hey! Are you ok?" he called to her once it appeared she could breathe.

"I'm fine, really." She replied trying to stand, but failing.

"I'm a doctor, please don't try to move." He tried to explain but it sounded harsher then she he would have ment it too.

"I swore to you, I'm fine!" she snapped getting to her feet and darting off faster then House's eyes could fallow. From what he had seen, he didn't appear at all convinced she was alright, but she had gotten away from so quickly he couldn't fallow her even if he wanted to. He returned home, positive that he hadn't been seeing things, but not entirely convinced. Somehow, he knew when he arrived at work the next day she would be his next case. No way could someone survive long in this harsh cold before they landed in a hospital.

House let it drop, and sure enough, once again he had been right. Earlier that morning a girl arrived in the E.R. but so far has yet to respond to any treatment. He had a guess who she was, even though her case file had been labeled Jane doe.