All I Need
Disclaimer: The characters and subsequent terms are all property of J.K. Rowling and the publishing companies to which…published them. That should do.
Rating: T (To be safe…)
Summary: This is a Harry Potter and House, M.D. crossover-future fan fiction. There is a new head doctor at Princeton-Planesboro Teaching Hospital and just maybe, she'll bring a little 'magic' with her.
A/N: As I said this story mirrors how I have written others...I did as much research as I could. Please read, review and the like...
EllaTwain
I'm Leaving On A Jet Plane--Chapter One
It was one in the afternoon when Miranda arrived at the Heathrow Airport. It had been an exhausting 7 hour flight from Newark Airport in New Jersey to Heathrow. Her flight had originally been First Class but after much debate and arguing with a less-than pleasant ticket clerk, she managed to push herself back to Coach and pocket the extra money. She was debt-free but not rich and especially short-on-change after placing down a 1300 lease on her loft in New Jersey.
In reality it was a steal for Miranda. The loft was close enough to the Hospital to walk and save on rising gas prices and to work long hours and overtime and be in a comfortable distance from home. She had spent the last week moving-in with her meager yet treasured belongings and trinkets and was settled. She had secretly wished to spend the week reading up on her colleagues and settling into the Hospital but she had made a promise.
A stupid, stupid, stupid promise, she thought as she carried herself through the throngs of people to search for her 'ride'. She wondered who they had sent and if they would recognize her. It had been almost ten full years since she had seen or well, met with any of her family. However the obvious resemblance to the rest of them would be impossible to miss.
Miranda was tall and lean but not entirely from genetics. She loved to run and had even made a point to find the best jogging route in her new surroundings in New Jersey. Her hair was an agreeable mix of her mother's and father's. It was long, black, 'shiny' and curly. She was blessed enough to inherit more of her Mum's face than her Dad's. However, her eyes- they were his. No mistaking that she thought ironically, she was the only child to inherit his eyes. Her skin would be darker than her family's though. A product of living in the Muggle world in New York and with her friends- they introduced her to the lovely world of fake lotion tanning. Her skin still carried that glow as if she had just stepped off the beach.
"RANDA! RANDA!" Two boisterous voices shouted over the throngs of people.
Miranda grimaced. She hated that nickname. To her friends in New York she was Mir or Miranda. To her medical peers she was simply Ana. Randa was a name reserved for her family and instigated by the two young men shouting it and waving their arms erratically.
It might be said, while the two young men, like their sister did remind you of their parents- in their mannerisms they were completely different. Yes, of course, they carried the innate brilliance of the clan but these young men were jovial, sweet-natured, bemused by most anything and amusing. They were even handsome due to their winsome personalities from which no could surmise who exactly that had come from.
"RANDA!" One of the young men shouted as he ran to his sister and twirled her in the air in a gigantic-engulfing hug.
Miranda returned the hug, only a little more awkwardly. "Theo…" She sighed as he finally put her down.
Miranda wasn't on her feet for long as Theo's identical twin pulled her into a similar hug and shouting her name, too.
"Remus, it's good to see you too." She spoke, finally finding the fake smile she had intended to plaster on her face for the entire visit.
The brothers looked at their sister amazed and bewildered. The last they had seen of her she was just 16 years old and still looked like a kid. Yet here she was, very much the young woman. She had grown-up and they had missed that entirely.
"Randa you look wonderful!" Remus exclaimed a little too enthusiastically. "Really…obviously New…New…" He fumbled to remember the State name she was currently-in.
"The States suit you." Theo finished for him.
"Thanks. You guys look great too." She replied.
There was the classic awkward silence before Remus spoke-up. "I guess we better get your bags and get to the 'key."
"Right, my bags. This is all I brought." Miranda shrugged as she had her carry-on bag on one shoulder and her laptop bag on the other.
"Oh, that's all you need? I thought girls packed more than that…" Theo joked.
"Some girls might." Miranda supposed; a little perturbed at the sweeping generalization of her sex. In more ways than she cared to admit she was evidently like her Mum.
"Well, then let's go." Theo urged on but not before giving a glance at his twin.
This is not going well, Remus thought.
Reading his mind, Theo replied, You're not kidding.
The brothers, who were artful in the art of legilimency, didn't need words to express their feelings over their younger sister. It was an incessant topic amongst all the siblings. From the first to the last of them, they always felt incomplete without her. It was strange too because she had never really ever been a part of them. She was sent to the States when she was eight. She stopped coming home on holidays and summers when she was ten. When she had graduated high school, for reasons kept solely to their parents, she had seemingly cut all ties. Somehow though they had missed her and felt as if they had attributed to their sister's self-imposed hiding.
But they were determined to make it right with her. They were determined to fix what their parents had miserably broken. Remus and Theo had done hours upon hours of research on the Internet about Miranda.
It was amazing what the Internet and clever hacking could tell you about a person. Miranda had graduated from pre-med school the top of her class. She went to a very nice and esteemed medical school where she was offered her pick of internships, residencies, and eventually fellowships. She had done lots of service work in cooperation with her schooling. And now--now she was an official Muggle doctor who would be the youngest Head at the hospital she was employed-- ever. There was a lot to be proud of about their sister; even if they didn't understand most of it. They were so proud that they thought she deserved a dinner party while she was home- a dinner party to celebrate her accomplishments in the Muggle world. They had gone behind their parents' backs and invited all their extended family and friends to a dinner party on Friday night.
When their Mum and Dad found out, their Mum and especially their Dad, had raged about the deception. The siblings merely united and gave them what for! Miranda was a part of their family and like it or not she was somebody! Maybe she wasn't somebody in their world but she was somebody in a world that had just as much importance. There was no backing-down. She was getting a dinner party and their parents' could go if they wanted but seeing it was at their house they might as well show-up.
Theo had been a little concerned about not running the party by Miranda first but wisely thought she couldn't exactly escape it either and it might do everyone good. Or so they hoped.
It wasn't long before they reached their 'ride'--a Venti Starbucks Frappacino cup, seemingly thrown on the floor of the Airport. Everybody walked past it or over it- even the janitorial staff. The item was only visible to the designated parties…that being them.
Remus looked at his watch. "Good, we're right on time. Two minutes left…" He gave a look back to Miranda, who stood cautiously by the cup. "You 'member how this goes right?"
"Yes. I grab the cup. Hold on for life. And magically I will be whisked away to the determined location."
"That's it."
"I do so love portkeys." Miranda mumbled, wondering why they couldn't have a little more normal and just taken a cab to the house. She grabbed a small piece of the discarded cup, tightened the straps of her bags on each shoulder and braced for dear life.
Very quietly, Theo counted down and in a flash that was apparent to no one three bodies disappeared. It was like falling off a cliff and finally they fell or landed into the lush green hills of the family summer home in the Lake District.
Remus and Theo gave her hopeful smiles and took her bags immediately from her. "Mum will be so thrilled to see you." They replied in unison as they headed to the country home that sat ideally near glimmering lake.
"I'm sure." Miranda offered, placing the fake smile back on her face and began taking paces to keep up with her brothers. It wasn't a miles walk before they were at the front door. The twins walked right-in but Miranda hesitated. She looked upward and thought of her lovely loft and her job in New Jersey.
One week, she began to repeat in her head. One week in the Granger-Snape family and that's it. And she stepped into their summer home and into the happy shrieks of her sisters and Mum at her arrival.
Princeton-Planesboro Teaching Hospital
"Where's the hooch?"
Doctor Lisa Cuddy was not in the mood. "What do you want House?" She groaned as she found him lounging in her office chair and yet again, rummaging through her desk.
House wheeled the chair around and looked-up and gave the fourth month pregnant doctor a wicked grin. "Oh, there she is." He replied.
Lisa walked over to the back of black leather chair and dumped its despicable contents on the floor. House landed with a thud on the carpet which only improved her current state by a little. He reached for his cane, cursed and stood up using the edge of her desk.
"Now, what do you really want House?"
"Rumor has it you hired a new head for the Medical and Dialysis Clinic?"
"No."
"No, you didn't hire anyone?"
"No, as in it isn't a rumor. It's true. I did hire a head for the Clinics."
"Who?"
"Why do you care?"
"Because I need to know who I will be hiding from when I have Clinic duty."
"Very funny. But seriously, why do you care who I hire?"
"He cares because he's House and if he's anything, he's curious." A voice replied, sauntering into Cuddy's office.
"Damn it! You found me! Okay, it's your turn to hide. I'll count to a million. And…GO!"
"Just tell him." Doctor James Wilson urged Cuddy.
"Fine." She sighed, once more exasperated by the childish head diagnostician. "Her name--"
"Ooooh, you hired a woman. How very equal rights of you." House interjected.
"Her name is Doctor Miranda Snape. She is a family practitioner with also a specialty in nephrology. She attended Princeton and then John Hopkins. She comes highly recommended having completed her fellowship at Oschner's Health System in New Orleans."
"Blah blah blah. How old is she? Where is she from? Is she a virgin? Does she enjoy long walks on the beach?"
"She's 26 years old. She's from England but has lived in New York City most of her life. I don't know if she's a virgin- it didn't come-up in the interview. And by the look of her, I imagine she does enjoy long walks on the beach. Too bad you're not great at the walking thing." Cuddy jabbed for good measure.
"Pregnancy has improved your humor."
"And being a cripple has made you a jackass. What's your point?"
"She's 26?"
"Yes, she's 26."
"Hello, Doogie. Isn't that a little young, even for Wilson's taste?"
"Normally I would be put off by that comment but I met her." Wilson shrugged.
"WHAT?! The Lolita-Lecher got to meet her and I didn't?!"
Cuddy merely glared. "Is there anything absolutely relative to your original inquiry? Because if there isn't I have several board meetings I need to prepare for, a kicking child within my expanding stomach and a craving for a chocolate shake."
"If she's 26 years old, then she's really really smart. Why didn't she apply for a fellowship here?"
Cuddy and Wilson gave a simultaneous chuckle. This was the part of the interview that had personally clinched the job for the young woman. "I asked her the same thing. I explained a fellowship in your department and under your wing was something like winning American Idol, apparently."
"What did she say?" House asked with a quirked eyebrow.
"She replied and I quote her, 'If I wanted to work under a masochistic-self-aggrandizing-narcissistic-lunatic-bastard who has no concept of how to relate to any member of the human species, let alone needy patients, I would have taken a bloody fellowship with my Dad.' She then went on to explain she actually cares about people and others and has no desire to work for someone who doesn't." Cuddy relayed with a certain dramatic flare; particularly emphasizing the doctor's keen and right-on characterization of Doctor House.
"So she's heard about me then?"
"Apparently; is that it?"
House looked at Cuddy and Wilson and pushed himself off the edge of Cuddy's desk; cane in hand. He made it to the door of her office before turning around with one last quip. "Is she an orphan?"
Cuddy gave House a quizzical look- not quite understanding the left-field question. Wilson didn't even look-up from the parenting magazine he had been perusing to answer. "No, she's not an orphan. She was raised in England till she was eight and sent to a private boarding school in New York City. Her familial information is sparse but checks-out. Her personal recommendations include the Prime Minister of England, who called her 'a gifted-young woman from a brilliantly gifted-family,' to several seemingly high ranking officials in certain official British ministries. Her mother works within a division of these ministries and her father is currently a C.E.O. of his own profitable business dealing in…well, it never really said. Both attended premiere British academies and her family is apparently famous there."
"Nothing else? Brothers or sisters? What ministries her family works for?"
"No, House. Nothing. But we tend to try to not hire on family connections of lack thereof if at all possible." Cuddy reiterated as she sat at her desk, finally.
House gave another shrug. "Interesting." He muttered as he hobbled out of her office.
Lisa glanced at Wilson, who was still reading the magazine and reclining on her office couch. "You don't think he's out to get her already, do you?"
"I think House is going to do anything within his power to get out of Clinic duty--even if it means making the new Head of the Clinics one of his mysteries to be solved and conquered."
"And Miranda?"
Wilson put the magazine down at last and gave a large grin as he folded his arms. "I think House will finally meet his match."
Cuddy, still not completely sure but a little more confident, gave a small smile and began working on her notes for the meetings before ordering Jimmy to get her a chocolate shake seeing how this was his child she was carrying in the first place.
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