I just want to point out that I realize House, MD actually takes place in New Jersey, but in order for this story to work, House is now located in San Francisco. Charmed is set in season two some time after 'Awakened'. Piper is in love with Leo, but Leo has not yet regained his powers. House, MD is set sometime in season one. Enjoy!

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The bright morning sun shone threw the curtain-covered windows of the Halliwell manor. Prue Halliwell flipped the pages of the San Francisco Chronicle looking for an article that would interest her. The middle Halliwell sister, Piper, moved quickly through the kitchen, preparing breakfast and coffee for her sisters. She'd always had a knack for cooking and enjoyed preparing gourmet dishes for her friends and family. Her dream was to one day own and operate her own restaurant, but having recently acquired her own nightclub, her dreams had been put on hold.

Prue had dreams of her own, which she had just recently begun to pursue. Following Piper's near-death experience after having been diagnosed with Oroyo fever, Prue had decided that life was short and she was wasting hers. She quit her job at Buckland's Auction House to pursue her own dream of becoming a professional photographer.

Piper placed a steaming cup of French vanilla coffee in front of Prue before returning to the stove to flip the omelet she was cooking.

"Thanks," said Prue gratefully as she wrapped her fingers around the handle of the mug. She pulled the mug to her lips and carefully sipped the hot liquid. Phoebe stumbled groggily into the kitchen and flopped into an empty chair.

"Morning, Pheebs," said Piper cheerfully. Phoebe mumbled something incoherent before resting her forehead on the edge of the table.

"Are you all right?" Prue asked, setting her mug back onto the table. She looked over at her baby sister sympathetically. Piper lowered the heat on the stove and sat next to Phoebe.

"No," Phoebe groaned. She raised her head and looked over at Piper. "I think I'm sick."

"You do look a little pale," said Piper. She gently placed the back of her hand over Phoebe's forehead. "And you're kind of warm."

Phoebe dropper her forehead back on the tabletop and wrapped her arms protectively around her head.

"I have some free time this morning before I go to the club," said Piper. "Why don't I take you down to the walk-in clinic at the hospital." Phoebe nodded, her head remaining on the table.

Prue folded the San Francisco Chronicle and set it aside. "You should go lay down for a bit," Prue suggested. "Maybe have some Aspirin to lower your fever." Phoebe propped her head up on the palms of her hands, then quickly stood up and headed to her room.

Piper's eyes followed the sound of Phoebe's footsteps up the stairs and through the upper level of the house until they had stopped at their destination.

"I hope it isn't contagious," said Prue. "I have a really big photo shoot tomorrow." She took another sip of her coffee and watched as Piper place a plate of food in front of her. Prue thanked her and gathered a piece of omelet onto her fork.

"That's very sympathetic of you, Prue," said Piper sarcastically.

"I'm sure it's nothing serious," said Prue.

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Gregory House limped slowly through a quite corridor of the San Francisco Memorial Hospital. He'd been avoiding clinic duty, successfully, all morning. The only person he had to watch for was Lisa Cuddy, the hospital's administrator and Dean of Medicine.

As he turned the corner, he caught sight of Cuddy, speaking with a member of the nursing staff. He quickly turned to walk back where he had come, but Cuddy had spotted him. House could sense the anger in her voice when she bellowed his name. He stopped moving and listened to the sound of her heels clicking on the solid, tile floor as she walked quickly toward him.

When he turned around, he found himself staring at a very angry Cuddy.

"I have been looking for you all morning!" Cuddy snapped. "Where the hell have you been?"

"Well that's funny," said House playfully. "I've have been looking everywhere for you too."

"Don't play games, House!" Cuddy demanded. "You are supposed to be on clinic duty. If I don't see you get your ass down to that clinic right now, you're fired!"

"All right, all right," said House. "No need to get snippy." He turned and headed for the elevator with Cuddy's eyes staring at him the entire way.

"You're in room three, House," said one of the nurses once he'd reached the clinic. "Twenty-five year old woman complaining of nausea and headache. She has a fever of ninety-nine point three." House rolled his eyes, grabbed Phoebe's chart and walked into exam room three.

Upon entering the room, House looked down at Phoebe and Piper. Phoebe was sitting on the hospital gurney with Piper sitting in a chair beside her.

"Hi," said Phoebe. "I'm Phoebe, this is my sister Piper."

"Is it my birthday?" House asked.

"Excuse me?" Piper asked. House ignored her and grabbed a tongue depressor. He examined Phoebe's throat, felt for swollen glands, and asked a few clinical questions.

"You're fine," said Phoebe. "It's just the flu. Get plenty of rest and liquids, etcetera, etcetera, blah, blah, blah." Phoebe looked at him skeptically. "Excuse me," Said House. "I have some gross sick people to look at and tell them they're sick." He pulled a bottle of Vicodin from his pocket and popped them in his mouth. As he left the room, Phoebe looked at Piper.

"He had horrible bedside manner," said Phoebe. "He was really rude."

"I know," Piper agreed. She pulled Phoebe to her feet and the two of them walked back out to the waiting room. Phoebe grabbed a form from the nursing desk and began filling it out while Piper surveyed the room. The nurse behind the desk flashed Piper a large smile as Phoebe handed her the forms she had filled out. Piper smiled back and turned to leave with Phoebe. The nurse continued to watch as the girls walked away.

Before the girls could get far, Phoebe's cell phone rang. She pulled it out of her pocket and checked the caller ID. "Hang on," she said. Piper nodded. Phoebe held the phone against her ear and placed her finger in the other to cut out the noise of the waiting room.

"Hey, Prue," she greeted. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just the flu." As she spoke with Prue, nearly everyone began looking in her direction. Phoebe frowned and looked behind her to see what everyone was looking at. She could see House moving quickly toward her. In the corner of her eye, she noticed something by her feet. "Oh my god!" She gasped. She quickly closed her cell phone and knelt to the floor where Piper had fallen. "Somebody help!" Piper was unconscious and didn't appear to be breathing.