House M.D. The Past, The Present, The Wish
Author's Note: I don't know much of House M.D., I've only seen the last few episodes due to my high school life. I don't know if House has siblings or anything; so don't yell at me for getting his stuff wrong. This is my first attempt at a House fanfic. Hope you like it.
Chapter One
Uncle Gregg and his Niece
The cab dropped me off in front of a drab house. It was white, and a story high, and the windows were draped in some kind of ugly color. I got out, paid the cab driver, and then went up the walkway to the white door with the brass doorknob and the knocker. The suitcase rolled next to me. I raised my hand up when the door opened and the shoddily dressed man bumped into me. I fell on my butt and looked up. He looked down and stared at me.
"And who are you?"
"Someone who needs help getting up."
He put his hand out, and I grabbed it and pulled myself up. "Now that we're face to face, I'm your niece, Jane."
"Niece? I have no niece."
I reached into my lint-filled pocket and pulled out a crumpled worn picture. "Is this you?"
He snatched it and peered close. His blue eyes widened as he noticed himself. "Oh, I remember now. You're the daughter of my estranged sister. How was the reunion?"
"My mom cut you out of all of her pictures. But never mind that." I picked up my suitcase. "I came here to get help."
"Help?"
"Yes."
"What kind of help?" He looked at his watch. "Oh man, Cuddy's going to kill me," he said quietly.
"My mom's dying."
He looked at me. "And you came all the way from…"
"New York City. Took a night flight just to get here."
"Ah, yes. Well, good for her, she's doing what God out there wants us to do. Die." He limped down to where his car was. I stared at him, then followed her and put my hand on the handle of the door.
"You're a doctor. Don't you care? She's your sister!"
He looked at me. "My estranged sister. I don't think she'd appreciate it if I helped her."
"What if I was dying?"
"I haven't even seen you since you were 6. I don't think you even remember my name!" He threw me off the car. "Get in."
"Hey-What?" Did he just say get in? I looked at the coupe, then opened the door, pushed back the driver's seat, and got into the back. He got into the car, and closed the door. He put the cane on the passenger seat, and I put my suitcase next to me.
"A thanks would be appropriate right now, seeing that you barged into my life like this."
I leaned forward. "Thank you, Uncle Gregg."
"At least you know my name. Where's your mother?"
My uncle handed me a slip of paper. "Get me some Vicodin, would you?"
"I'm 16. Would they dispense to a minor?" I asked smoothly.
He looked at me, then snatched the paper from my hand and gave it to an Australian-sounding doctor. "Chase, go get me some Vicodin, would you?"
"Dr. House, I don't-"
He gave him a glare, and he went off to get the pills. House looked at me, then rapped my head with his cane. "Don't embarrass me, okay?"
"I won't say a word."
"Don't you have some summer work, Jane?"
"No."
Uncle Gregg sighed. He opened the glass door to his office and let me in. The two doctors looked up from their seats.
"This is my niece Jane." He limped to the white board, where a name- Emily Harris- was written on the board; along some weird words I didn't know how to read. I just sat there and checked my email on the computer. They were talking when Uncle Gregg addressed me.
"You're a girl. What does someone who has a late period have?"
I looked at him. "Are you dumb or just embarrassed to say it?"
Chase came in with a white bottle, and House snatched it and popped a few pills in. "There you go. No, I'm not embarrassed, I just want to know if you got my brains."
"Pregnancy." I rolled my eyes. "I obviously didn't get my brains from you, if you're that bashful."
"Ooh. Someone's nailed you, House," Chase said. He winked at me, and I blushed.
"Stop seducing her. She probably has a boyfriend already."
"Oh no," I said. "He's dead already. Had porphryia."
"Did he come at night and suck out your blood with his fangs?" My uncle retorted.
"No…some people played a prank on him after school one day. I found him dead in the hallway. He…he…he died with a smile on his face." I stood up and grabbed my purse and went off to go get myself something to eat.
I put the coins in and chose some kettle chips when Uncle Gregg came around.
"Look, Jane, I'm sorry…"
I looked at him. "When's my mother coming?"
"Tomorrow."
I grabbed the chips and looked at him as I opened them. "I forgive you. It's in your nature to be like that. And sometimes he did dress up like a vampire, black shirt, black pants, sunglasses…anything to keep from the sun."
"Is that why they played a prank?"
I didn't say anything and offered him the bag of chips. He took one and looked at it for a moment, then popped it in his mouth. I smiled.
"Oh my god, is that what you eat?" I stared at him.
"I can't cook. Bum leg."
I sighed and went into his fridge. Microwave dinners. "Get your keys."
"You're not my boss."
"Well, you're my guardian now. Get your keys." I pointed to the door. "Now."
After ten minutes, I finally got him to get to his car and go down to the supermarket. It was empty, thank god, and I went through the aisles getting things while my uncle went to the medicine aisles and looked for something.
"Uncle Gregg?"
He turned, and was holding a box of pills. "Yes?"
"I'm done."
"You sound like a 12 year old."
"You act like a 8 year old. Let's go."