Disclaimer: I do not own House M.D. (even though it is my favorite show) nor do I own any of its characters, places, or other ideas.
A/N: So, this is my second House story (the first one is called "House's Christmas Carol"; check it out). This is kind of like a "what if" idea that I decided to use. I don't know if some of you remember her, but Ali is a character that appeared in two episodes of House in the third season: Informed Consent, and Lines in the Sand.
She was the girl who was attracted to House, called him ten thousand times at the hospital and gave him a calendar that said "6 months and counting..." until her 18th birthday. She had spores in her brain due to an earthquake (I believe it was in California). Anyway, I wondered what would happen if she showed up again in one of the recent seasons (mind you, I haven't watched the latest season of House, so Thirteen will be there and Amber Tamblyn (don't know her name on the show) will not. So, that being said, here is my new House story featuring Ali and her ill fiance...enjoy! By the way, this is a short chapter just to give you the traditional House insight on what is wrong with the patient before House actually comes in (I wanted to make it feel like an episode of House).
House: Ali's Return
Chapter One: In Need of a Doctor
Ali awoke at seven-thirty just like she did every morning. Her fiance, James, lay beside her in bed-snoring obnoxiously with his dark hair covering his face in an untidy mess of curls on the pillow-and was oblivious to her padding across the room. Sunlight filtered in through the blinds and the smell of coffee was already reaching her nose. It seemed like every other day in her life.
Trying to keep as quiet as possible, she began her morning routine of showering for twenty minutes, raking a brush through her matted brown hair afterwards, and checking on her fiance one more time before descending the stairs to the kitchen. Ali opened the fridge and took out some ingredients so she could make breakfast; her stomach was already growling and complaining. A sudden chirping filled the room and she quickly opened her cell phone to see that she had a new text message. It was from a very good friend and she sighed as she closed the phone. You know I can't get away today, not when it's James's day off, she thought.
It had been a while since James had a good day off and the two of them spent some time alone together. The preparations for the wedding were driving her up the wall and she still hadn't fully told her family about it. Her father had passed away only a year and a half ago due to heart troubles. Her mother was always fighting with her about something, whether it be her choice of hairstyle, furniture, or not stopping by enough times to keep up with the dozens of family issues. Still, it was a nice day so far and Ali didn't want to ruin it by thinking about her disagreeable mother.
There was a soft creaking on the stairs and suddenly James was there, stumbling through the kitchen with a sleepy look on his face. She had to admit, he looked so cute when he was only minutes awake. Somehow, he had been more attentive than usual, for he stared at her phone with a confused expression.
"Who was that?" His voice sounded groggy and Ali handed him a fresh glass of orange juice. He gulped it down and put on a warm smile for her.
"Oh, nobody. Just one of the girls asking if I wanted to go out with them tonight," Ali replied while she deliberately avoided James's eyes. She knew she was a poor liar to begin with and her eyes always gave her away. James shrugged carelessly as he downed the last drop of the orange juice.
"You should go out tonight. I think you're starting to get gray hairs from worrying about the wedding," he joked with her, spinning his hands lightly through her still damp hair. She playfully pushed him aside and set some breakfast on the table for him; whole grain cereal with a cup of Greek yogurt. If it was one thing James was good at, it was maintaining good form even in the winter.
"Maybe next time I'll go. You know I have to meet with the wedding planner again today," she answered him seriously. James was halfway through swallowing a spoonful of yogurt when it happened. He choked up the yogurt fiercely and abruptly stood up with his hands around his throat. Ali rushed over to him, but did little to actually help him. Her mouth was wide as she watched him slump to the floor, his lips turning blue.
Ali hurriedly grabbed her cell phone and dialed 9-1-1. A no-nonsense voice came over the phone and asked her what her emergency was. A memory from a long time ago rose to the surface of her mind and the first person she thought of was Dr. House. Ali began yelling uncontrollably into the phone. "My fiance needs a doctor! I need House, now!"
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So, what do you guys think so far? You'll just have to wait to see what happens next...until then, some reviews would be nice and I'd love to hear what my readers think of this first chapter (don't worry, I have tons of plans coming. Some of them involve House and Cuddy while others involve Cameron...but I'm not nice enough to give any good details yet!).
