Title: What If?

Summary: An AU to House's Head and Wilson's Heart. Mostly Wilson's Heart. Just a little some thing I thought of to make life easier for me and those who didn't particularly like the ending of the original. Hope you like!

Disclaimer: I do not own House. I also don't own any of the songs/artists I may choose to use in this story later on.

A/N: I probably screwed the quotes big time. . But I guess this is an AU, so maybe you can forgive me?

"Jane Doe number two..." House breathed out as he attempted to regain his breath. Thirteen stepped over, filtering through the chart on her clipboard.

"Twenty-seven year old female... severe kidney damage--"

"Twenty-seven year old female..." House trailed off, the memory of the file coming back to him. He looked up at Wilson, struggling to maintain eye contact with him. "...does she have a birth mark on her right shoulder blade?"

Wilson was in shock. Amber was twenty-seven, and she'd be turning twenty-eight in a few months. She had a birthmark on her right shoulderblade that he'd often compared to a tiny mosquito- though he could never really imagine why. "Amber wasn't on the bus!" he protested; it didn't make any sense. Or maybe it was because there was some thing else that made more sense? "She's been on call!"

"Have you spoken to her?" he asked, gaining enough breath to make it significantly easier to talk. He tried to sit his head up.

"I called her this morning and she..." he stopped a second, thinking about it. "...didn't call me back. " realization set in. He heaved a breath and his eyes shifted around. House breathed heavily in an attempt to fill his lungs. He wanted to sit up, but his body wasn't cooperating. "Why was Amber on the bus with you?!"

"I don't know." he slurred out, slumping back down. His eyes moved over to Cuddy; "Have her transported here." after a second, he reached for his cane.

"Right after we take care of you." she insisted; "Your heart stopped!"

He narrowed his eyes on her. "I'll be fine." he growled out angrily, grabbing one of the seats and using it to sit himself up. He rested his arm on the chair and stopped, catching his breath- he'd gotten dizzy. "She's dying." he couldn't help but wonder if they actually knew that. He grabbed his cane and used the seat next to him again to finish standing up, and walked as fast as a man with a dead leg could walk off of the bus.

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They sent Amber over in an ambulance. When she first got there, she was unconcious and a doctor from the other hospital had her on a morphine drip- probably for her leg. Speaking of which, House wondered if they'd done any thing for it yet. House moved the white hospital blanket up, and looked around where he remembered the pole having gone through. There was a thick patch of gauze taped to her leg on both sides that they must have just put there to stop the bleeding. No stitches. They'd probably wanted to evaluate the damage, figure out what was going on. He moved the gauze away and inspected the damage on both sides. Nothing major- just a break in the upper femur. All they'd have to do was insert an IM rod and she'd be fine. He mentally heaved a sigh of relief; she should be able to regain full use of her leg. Any surgical team should be able to do it. He re-covered the injured area, and walked back into his office.

He grabbed his phone and called in a surgical team from a few flights up in the hospital. They may as well get that problem out of the way. Within the hour, the team came down from upstairs and began the operation. Since no one really knew what had been going on, they opted not to use an anestesthic unless she woke up and needed it. They placed a pulse monitor on her to make sure every thing was working all right, and began the operation.

That was where it began.

Her heart began to race.

A few of the surgeons stopped and backed off, and the other two made sure the checker was correctly in place. "Stop it! Call it off! Her heart's racing! " called the head surgeon in a slightly paniced tone.

In a paniced rush, the team of surgeons rushed around to stop it. Then House, who'd been watching from the beginning, came in through the door in a hurry. "Worry about that later, dammit!" he hollared; "Get her on V-tach!"

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A/N: Sorry, the prologue is a bit short. The rest of the chapters should be longer, though. I hope you enjoyed! I will be adding more chapters in the near future.