House was in an accident. He's still our brilliant old House, but he's acting kinda funny. As a matter of fact, he seems like an entirely different person. Will Wilson and Cuddy be able to deal?
I own naught!
House woke to a blinding light. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to ignore it and drift back into blissful sleep. Suddenly; "House?" came a very familiar voice. "House wake up!"
"Only if you turn off the damn lights," he said, responding very casually. He was feeling rather dazed. Where was he?
The red he could see from behind his eyelids vanished, and he opened his eyes to see a very concerned Wilson, peering down upon him.
"Hey, James."
Wilson looked at him queerly. "House, do you remember what happened?"
"Why do you keep calling me House? It's so formal..." House said, before continuing, "Actually, I don't. Why am I here?" Wilson exchanged glances with Cuddy. "Oh, hey Lisa. What's up?"
They looked at him. Cuddy pulled out a torch and shone it into his eyes. "House--I mean, Greg, where were you born?"
He flicked her torch away gently. "Hey, I don't have amnesia. Amnesic people remember events from long ago, but not from the present. I remember you very clearly. But if it makes you feel better, I was born in Georgia, USA, 1965. Studied in Hopkins and University of Michigan. Diagnostician. Infarction in right leg in 2003. I remember everything." Cuddy and Wilson again exchanged glances. This was impossible. House wasn't nice, or calm, or anything! He was mean, and rude, and violent!
"Excuse us, a minute, okay?" Wilson asked, holding Cuddy's upper arm.
"Yeah, sure James, but could you just tell me what happened?" House asked, politely.
Wilson was still kind of shocked at Houses' tone of voice. "Er, yeah. Sure. You were in an accident with your bike. Some truck-driver slammed into you, but you were lucky because your bike slid under, and the impact was a bit longer, spreading the pressure across your rib cage. Our main concern is the condition of your ribcage, but otherwise you should be fine."
"Okay, no probs. I trust you." There was a stunned silence as House leaned into his pillow and hummed a melody. "Oh, and d'ya mind if I borrow a razor or something?" Wilson nodded, not really being able to say anything.
As soon as they reached outside, they stared at each other.
"What do you think is wrong?" Wilson asked Cuddy, his hands trembling.
"We'll need to check with Foreman, but as far as I can see, it's like selective amnesia. He's still a brilliant doctor, but his personality's been reset..."
Well? Whaddya think? Came up with the idea a long time ago, but only wrote it ten minutes ago. Let me know, okay?
Love,
Lady Merlin