There is No Future Without a Past
Disclaimer: Don't own House!! Only original characters and plot! This goes for the entire story.
Summary: One cannot move on to the future, before they face their past. Because at one point, the truth will come out, for better or worse and past selves will be revealed. No one can hide for long.
December 7, 2008 3:47 PM
"Come on girls lets move!" Coach Jameson screamed, trying to keep his nerves in check. It's not everyday when your soccer team is competing in the championship of the NCAA tournament. He could hear the crowd in the background but his focus was mainly on number seven.
"Pick it up seven! You're letting them walk all over you!" he yelled.
Jenna Hadley, or Seven, sighed. Her legs felt heavy, each breath was a struggle, and sweat was only a bit refreshing before in got in her eyes. It didn't help that all the opponents seemed to be running towards her. She wiped her forehead and looked at the score. The game was tied 3-3 and was going into overtime. Her team had possession of the ball and number 18, Erika Giometti, was going to do a corner kick.
This was it. This moment was what she had been waiting for. Even though her body was begging her to rest, she ignored the pain. She was numb. All she could feel was her heart pumping as the last bit of adrenaline she had started flowing through her veins. She could hear her uncle and mother in the stands, but she couldn't turn around, she wouldn't. They would just be another painful reminder of who wasn't there. She didn't need that distraction right now.
The last thing she heard was a whistle, from then on, she just let her instincts take over. She saw the ball coming her way, she felt her opponents pushing her away, not letting her pass. They were like a wall made of steel. She saw the ball coming closer, not slowing down for any obstacle that came her direction. She cursed time for going too fast. She looked at the girl in front of her. It was easy to say that this girl was almost twice her size. She was 5'8 and muscular while Jenna was 5'4 and tone. But what the girl didn't have was Jenna's speed.
Jenna was quick, physically and mentally. She didn't get into Princeton for nothing. She easily confused the girl with her footwork and got through, there was no one in between her and the ball now. All she had to do was aim and kick, which in all the commotion was easier said than done.
She was panting now, the crowd's cheers had gone to an all time high. Her adrenaline was multiplied a thousand times more. If this were any regular game, she would smile as she noticed how high she got off this sport. Her feet were smashing to the ground as she began to pick up speed. She had to beat the clock, had to get to the ball at the right time.
Finally, the ball bounced and on the second, it was already in the air again, after colliding with her foot. The force of the kick kept her in the air for couple seconds… Who knew how important these seconds were…
… One second, she was airborne.
… Two seconds, she was felt the wind being knocked out of her by some unseen force.
… Three seconds, she hear something crack as her body is slammed to the earth.
… Four seconds, she feels unbearable pain, and blacks out.
December 7, 2008 4:00 PM
It was a surprisingly quiet day at Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital. While some would think of it as a good thing, one man in particular did not.
"No… No… No!" groaned House, throwing the last batch of files on the table. Kutner and Foreman stared at him amusingly, while Thirteen and Taub looked exasperated.
"Nothing! Not one single case worth my time. Why even show up?" House ranted. He looked at his employees; Kutner was doodling, Thirteen was twirling her hair, Taub was on his Blackberry, and Foreman was just looking at him patiently.
"This is pathetic," House murmured, "Okay, are you just gunna sit around all day. Do something useful and don't bother me."
"What are we supposed to do?" Kutner asked, House stopped in the middle of the doorway.
"I don't know. Go to the clinic or something." Seeing that no one moved, he gave a long sigh, "Well… Get to it!" He then limped off to Wilson's office.
Thirteen sighed, her being slightly hung over did not help her mood. Seeing that everyone was leaving the office, she went down to the emergency room, hoping to find something to do.
As if fate began to take its course, the moment she walked in, an ambulance pulled up. She saw the paramedics pull the gurney with as great care as one can when photographers were starting to crowd the ambulance. Dr. Cuddy was trying to get rid of them while Dr. Cameron tried to get the information on what happened.
"19 year old female, received a physical injury during a soccer match, she's been unconscious since-" the paramedic was interrupted by 20 year old girl who was riding with the patient. She was still wearing her black and orange uniform, the number 18 significantly prominent.
"She was more assaulted than injured," the girl ranted, she turned to Cameron and began to tell her what happened, but stopped when she heard a groan.
"What's the girl's name?" Cameron asked, walking towards the gurney, Cuddy had finally got rid of the reporters and was interested to know who was responsible for such a commotion.
"Jenna Hadley" whispered the girl, staring wide eyed at her best friend, who's moan kept getting louder.
"Jenna, I'm Dr. Cameron, you are in the hospital, can you tell me where it hurts?" Cameron said trying to get something out of the girl, so she could have a clue of what she was dealing with, before putting pain killers in Jenna's system.
"Everywhere," Jenna said gritting her teeth, trying not to make a sound.
"Make sure not to move her. Her spine might be injured." Cameron warned the paramedics. She, and almost everyone did not realize of the similarity between the name of the patient and their very own Thirteen. Key word almost. House's suspicions were confirmed when he saw Thirteen's pale, shocked face.
If Thirteen wasn't shocked by her cousin's entry, then what really left her speechless was when her father and aunt rushed into the emergency room. Cameron had already taken Jenna and her friend to a different room.
The two were rushing towards the front desk when Mia Hadley noticed Thirteen. She skidded to a halt, the look of worry and fear disappearing from her face, even though it was just for a second. John Hadley's reaction lasted a little longer and understandably so, for he had not seen his only child in years.
"Remy," he whispered, as if he was in denial.
Thirteen shook her head in shock. She them looked at the door where her cousin had just disappeared off to, in pain.
"This day has just gotten more interesting," House smirked as he popped a pill.
A/N: Should I continue? Or should I not? That is the question. I don't know any pairings yet, you guys can help me on that. Criticism, good or bad, is recommended. Kutner's alive! And this story takes place after the whole drama with the Huntington's trial, only NO FORETEEN!! That couple will definitely not be in this story. Let me know if I should continue. REVEW!!
