Disclaimer: I don't own House, but I DO own Alan Baker and the police officer. ;)
Beneath the Stars
Chapter 1:
A blonde sixteen-year-old boy walked along the road, the chilly night forcing him to zip up his jacket. He shivered, rubbing his hands together in an effort to warm himself. The deserted rural road made his heart beat faster with unease.
He took a deep breath, "It's just an abandoned street, no muggers, nothing. What's so scary?"
But the young man felt a flicker of terror, his heart telling him something happened, or was about to happen. He folded his arms across his chest, hoping to provide some sort of protection against his sixth sense.
A streetlamp dimmed, then went out beneath him. He was obscured by darkness, left to shiver in the night. The teenager spotted another streetlamp a few yards ahead, and ran to it; feeling complete relief when reaching it.
The boy sighed, "I don't know what my girlfriend sees in me."
The feeling came again, but it was a different feeling, the feeling of being watched. The boy stood still, listening. Over the frantic beating of his heart; the teenager heard a moan. One of pain and distress.
"Hello?" The terrified boy whispered, then, regaining his composer; "Who's there?"
He heard the moan again, it was weaker, as if the caller was about to pass out. It was enough for the teenager to decipher the direction of the sound; he looked closely into the large ditch at the side of the road.
The boy looked down, it was a large drop; about thirty feet, but the guard-rails gave him some difficulty seeing all the way down. Out of the light of the streetlamp he could see the shine of twisted metal.
The young man's eyes widened, he fumbled in his jacket and pulled out a small flashlight and turned it on. As the beam of light passed over the metal, the teenager realized, to his horror, an orange motorcycle lay destroyed in the tall grass.
The boy looked around, and noticed about eight feet in front of him a chunk of the guard-rail was missing. He flashed his light around and saw that the ditch smoothened out a few yards away; the fearful teen ran farther along the road; where the guard-rail ended.
He quickly got off the road and onto the grass, flashlight gripped in his hand. The teenager started walking back toward the crash and slid into the ditch, sometimes nearly falling from how steep the drop was.
He carefully climbed down, edging closer and closer to the bottom. The teen nearly lost his footing, but kept going down with determination; finally reaching the bottom. The boy felt shaky as he walked toward the crash, cold sweat running down his spine.
"Hello?" He asked to the darkness, but the response was nothing but silence. He shone his flash light along the ground, searching for some form of life; even if it was half-dead.
He stepped forward, but regretted it, because a liquid rushed into his shoes. The sixteen-year-old boy jumped away and turned his flashlight at it. The boy's heart pounded even faster, he could feel his mind scream;
Blood, lots of it.
His body shook with shock, time seemed to stop. Whoever was in this crash was either dead or dying, he thought in terror.
He took a deep breath, "Whoever's in this car crash could die right now because I'm scared of a little blood."
But it wasn't a little blood, it was a pool of blood, "I have to call 911 or something!"
The boy scanned around the motorcycle again, trying not to think about what he could find. He thought about just calling the police and letting them find whoever was in the crash, but he soon realized that he left his cell at his friend's house.
No one, there were pieces of debris everywhere. The teenager found a brown wallet underneath a large shred of metal, he opened it.
Dr. Gregory House
He heard of him! He treated his cousin!
"What happened?" He asked himself looking at the ruined motorcycle. The boy jumped when he heard another moan, he walked hesitantly toward the sound.
"Dr. House?"
This time, a moan was the reply. The teenager shone his flashlight at the sound, revealing the mangled and bloody body of Dr. House. The boy's hand shook as he walked toward the man, and kneeled next to him.
"Dr. House?" He asked again. This teenager wanted to learn to become a doctor when he started college, and he knew a little about keeping someone alive. The boy checked his pulse.
"That's not good," the teen breathed. His heartbeat was getting weaker, and fast. The boy quickly ripped off his jacket and rolled up his sleeves, he put both hands on his chest and pushed. After a few minutes of doing CPR, House's pulse was about normal.
"Ok, ok, ok, what now? Get the police, yes, cell phone…"
The teen quickly searched through piles of debris, and found a pager. He never had a pager, he couldn't use one so he put it in his pant's pocket and rummaged through more debris. He finally found a black cell phone, and opened it. It still worked!
The boy dialed 911 and listened, watching House and checking his pulse.
"911 what's your emergency?"
"Hello, I'm Alan Baker, I'm on Harly Road. There's been a car accident; you need to get over here right away."
"Don't worry; we'll be there with an ambulance. Are you hurt?"
"No," Alan told her.
"Good, the ambulance will be there shortly." Alan hung up quickly. He felt for House's pulse again, it had stopped completely.
"Oh my God!" Alan yelled. The boy continued to do CPR until the ambulance arrived, his breath quickening.
A police officer ran up to him, and laid his hands on Alan's shoulders, "It's alright kid, the ambulance is here."
"He's in cardiac arrest, his heart isn't beating!" Alan told the police officer.
The man nodded, "Get the stretcher over here now!"
Alan continued his CPR, he wasn't even aware of the stretcher being pulled over. The officer was talking to him.
"It's gonna be alright, come on, we'll take him to the hospital." The officer dragged him back to reality and Alan nodded, backing away so they could get Dr. House into a stretcher.
The police officer guided him back to the road, helping him climb back up the ditch. When they reached the ambulance the police officer looked him in the eye.
"You're a hero kid, ya know that? If you hadn't come along this here fella would be dead. Ya know him?"
Alan shook his head, "No, but he cured my cousin once."
"He's a doctor?"
"Ya," Alan handed him House's wallet.
"Well I'll be," the officer said, "Dr. House."
The officer smiled, "Ya wanna ride in the ambulance kid? Just don't get in da way."
"Ok."
Alan quickly climbed into the large ambulance as they speed off, in the direction of Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital.
Author's Notes: Ok, I really like this idea and I'm going to keep updating it ok? REVIEW!!