"We need to go home."

Laure Douglas stopped mid-way in her fest. Looking up from her sandwich, she watched with questionable eyes as her lunch date stared off into space. It was late winter and the air was bitter and crisp. Yet Gab wanted to eat outside, watching the slow snow flakes dance their way down. Bundled up in her coats and scarf, Laure dealed with the cold, the three cups of hot coco helped a little bit. Still, she watched as Gab twirled her cane slowly, lazily beside her.

Dressed in her regular attire. A beanie, dark crimson, hugged her head, letting her hair spill out at the ends, showing how long it had gotten in their almost two years of this world. A matching scarf wrapped loosely around her neck, draping over her shoulder, waving in the cold wind lightly. A thick trench coat hugged her form, letting only her jean covered legs be seen, down to her shoe covered feet. Reaching out, Gab took her coffee mug, drinking the hot liquid inside to warm up her chilled limbs. But it was such a nice day.

"When you say home, I'm hoping you mean the hospital cause its really cold." Laure grinned, biting into her sandwich, waiting for the wise crack her friend normaly would give back. But this time, it wasn't there. With a frown, she watched as Gab brushed her bangs back from her blue eyes and looked into Laures own, her lips pressed lightly before muttering.

"We need to go...home..."

"You.. want to leave this world?"

"We 'need' to leave this world Douglas. We dont belong here."

Laure shock her head a little before leaning back in her chair. "Thats weird, Jessica had told me just last week that you were happy here. Why the sudden change of heart?"

"Its not really my heart that changed." Gab muttered, moving to lean forward, tapping her cane idly between her legs now, letting her eyes narrow at the light snow path that began to form on the ground. "We need to leave. We can't stay here no more."

"Now dont get me wrong House." Laure began, her hands up in defense. "But I had spent the first year we came to this place to try to figure out how to get back home. I watched every Sci Fye show, read every twilight book, I even looked up crap off the internet. There is nothing I can find to get us back. Besides, why do you want to leave? I thought this place was perfect, it was almost made just for us."

"No... Its not for us." Bowing her head, Gab rested her forehead on the curve of her cane, her fingers squeezing the smooth length tightly. "Every day, I walk down that hallway and look at that office door, it says my name but it's not 'my' name. I dont have anything here." She lifted her head, looking to Laure with a glare. "I can't even practice medicine here! I dont have a team, HE has the team. I dont have a license, HE does. This isn't my world, its HIS. I want MY world, I want MY apartmant, MY department, MY job, damn it, I want MY clinic hours for god sake!"

"House what happened?"

"Laure dont you miss home?" Gab whispered lightly. "Dont you miss your house? Your job? Dont you think Larry Misses running his own Hospital? We don't belong here yet we are, we need to go back home."

Laure looked down with a sighed, her fingers curling into her brown leather jacket. House was right, She and Cuddy did miss being in their world. Their apartment they stayed at was nothing compared to the big, warm, comfy house they left behind. Laure had spent countless nights and days trying to find a way back but she always hit a dead end. There seemed to be no way.

"How? It seem really impossible right now."

"Its not and I can prove it."

Laure rose a brow as Gab sat back up right. Leaning in her chair, she pointed across the cafe, across the street from them. "Watch, in two second, a man named Peter Grove will walk out of that tea shop and collapse." Laure blinked but looked to the little 'All Natural Tea' shop across from them and waited. Sure enough, the door opened and a middle aged man walked out with his purchase and with two steps, he stopped, coughed into his hand and stared at it. With a gasp, the man fell and began to shake violently causing a women from inside to run out to help.

Laure's eyes widen before they snapped over to Gab who narrowed her eyes watching, her fingers stroking her cane. "Tell me you paid that guy to do that." Laure muttered, "Nope. That's going to be Houses next case."

"Oh my god... Can you see into the future? Is your vicodin making you see things again?"

"Shut up." Gab hissed, glaring. But with a toss of her head, she watched as a crowed began to circle around the man. "No, I found out a few weeks ago, I've been having the strangest Deja Vu. I'm seeing cases I swore I have already done before. I did a little digging and came to find out, I was right."

"What are you saying?"

Gab tilted her head back, letting the snow flakes brush along her face, melting into little dew drops upon her cheeks and nose. "For some reason Douglas, our world is two years ahead of this one."

"So... We're two years ahead of the curve. Does that mean weire older then our counter parts?"

Gab slammed her cane into the tables leg causing their glasses to rattle. "Think Douglas!" She snapped. "We are twos years behind in this world. I did the research and I remember that my last case back in winter was over a man named Peter who is going to die by Christmas day over an incurable disease that Greg will solve all to late. What does this tell you?"

Laure sat there still, her eyes narrowed. Her mind raced , trying to place all the puzzled together. Gab watched, the sounds of an approached ambulance ringing out into the air. A slow smile touched Gabs face when the answer shined in Laures eyes. Her head snapped up, her eyes wide. With a shove, she stood up to her feet, knocking her luke warm coco over to spill onto the snow covered ground.

"...Another storm is coming."

Gab grinned slowly, nodding. "We have four months to find out, how to get back home Douglas. If I remember correctly, the storm will come then."

Laure nodded before she began to pace, her fingers touching her face in her processes. "The storm came on April 16. A bolt struck the hospital roof at 11:56 p.m. If we can figure out how we got here, we might be able to get ourselves back the same way."

"There's my Private Eye." Gab whispered, smiling as Laure began to plan and shake, her eyes wide with determination. Her friend stopped suddenly, her arms falling to her side. "Oh god..."

"What?"

Laure turned slowly to face Gab fully, her face covered with worry and panic. Red flashing lights glowed off her face and eyes. The sounds of shouting voices and rushing feet were lost over the sound of their breathing.

"If we dont get it right by then... we're struck for the rest of our lives."

Gab locked eyes with Laure for a moment, their silence echoing louder then the departing vehicle. Keep their gaze, Gab slowly rose to her feet, her hand gripping the handle of her cane tightly.

"Well... We better get started."