Spoilers: Seasons 1-4 just to be safe, ESPECIALLY THE FINALE OF SEASON 4!
Extended Summary:Blythe and John House had a daughter when House was in college. They never told him and the daughter grew up, never knowing she had a brother. She goes to Boston where she meets Kutner and overhears him talking about House being in a coma. She questions him and goes to PPTH where she meets Wilson at the misanthropic doctor's bedside. What will transpire after? Can she teach Wilson to forgive a person she never knew? Can she make up for all the lost time between her and her older brother or will he slip deeper into his coma? And all the while, Cuddy is at House's bedside. And everyone is oblivious to the fact that House can hear andfeel anything that anybody does around him.
Disclaimer: It all belongs to David Shore and Fox. Am borrowing. I own made up character and fictional plot.
Author's Note: I always read stories about House's long lost daughter(s), but never about a long lost sibling. Should be interesting. Let's see how it goes. And no, the original character is not going to fall in love with anybody. She is no Mary Sue.
It took a year to get that Boston Red Sox ticket and nothing could ruin her day as she stood in a line outside of Fenway Park, waiting to get inside and to her seat. Other anxious fans were consumed within their own chatter chatter. She hadn't brought a companion and didn't have anyone to talk to. She was standing by herself, a twenty-eight year old brown haired and blue-eyed young woman. She felt that she looked a bit strange in her Jon Lester jersey, stepping outside of her comfort zone of polo shirts and jeans of her everyday wear.
Gillian 'Gil' House checked the time on her cell phone. The game would be starting soon. She stamped her foot almost impatiently, and then felt embarrassed at such a juvenile motion. She was hardly ever impatient, but when it came to the Red Sox, everything changed. Someone from behindher stifled a chuckle after her anger stomp. She couldn't help but turn around.
A tan, dark haired man was standing behind her. 'Is he from India?' She wondered briefly. He was dressed in a Sox t-shirt andhad a kind face and sweet smile. "I think everyone is anxious to get in," he said friendly enough.
She bit back the insult she was prepared to throw at him after she heard him chuckle at her, "I guess so. I can't wait to see Lester pitch."
"I can tell," he gestured towards her jersey. "I'm a fan of Papelbon. I'm Lawrence."
She grinned. It was always good to find another fan. "Gil."
"Jill?"
"Yeah, but spelled like 'gill.'"
He laughed at that, and then his cell phone rang. "Excuse me." He put his phone to his ear. "Hello? Oh, hey Foreman. We have a case? But I thought we weren't taking any since he's in a coma."
'Coma?' she thought, 'sounds serious.' She turned her back to Lawrence, wanting to give him some privacy with his call, but couldn't help hearing bits and pieces of the one-sided conversation since they were in such close proximity. Just when the line started moving, oh so slowly, she heard him say,
"Okay. I'll be there. It'll just be hard without House's advice. I know he's in a coma…"
Gil caught that last sentence loud and clear. Someone named House was in a coma. She and her family were the only Houses she knew. It wasn't a very common name. She turned back to Lawrence to question him. But he was still on the phone.
"Yeah…yeah. Okay. I'll be there as soon as I can. I'm still in Boston. Okay…Bye, Foreman." He shut his phone and slipped it back into its holder. "Looks like I'm going to miss out on Lester and Papelbon after all."
"I'm sorry, but I couldn't help overhear you talking about someone named House being in a coma. That's my surname and I was wondering if you could tell me their first name just in case it's a family member."
"Oh, he's just my boss at the hospital I work at up in Princeton. Greg House. But so far as I know he's an only child. Army brat. His father was a Marine. I gotta get going. It was nice meeting you."
Her stomach dropped when he mentioned the father was a Marine—her father was a Marine. She grabbed his arm before he could get away. "Lawrence…What is Greg House's father's name?"
His brow furrowed,"Uh…John, I think. Yeah. John. And his mom's name is B-"
"Blythe." She finished for him. And fainted.
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