Authors Note: Remember kids, reading and reviewing is fun! Also, sorry this took me so long to write, been down and out with a cold for week. Nasty times…

"Isn't there anything else you can do?" Jasper demanded, desperation filling his normally calm voice as he sat next to his comatose wife.

The immortal doctor shook his head,
"I'm afraid not, Jasper…the test I could try, I've already done. If…if she were human, I could do more, X-rays, MRI's, blood tests, a dozen other things. But her skin, her bones, even her venom prevent any of those from working."

Jasper let out a moan that was equal parts frustration and pain before resting his head on Alice's shoulder.

They were in Alice's and Jasper room in the Cullen's mansion, with the pixie-like vampire lying on a heretofore decorative bed, motionless as a statue, while her family stood around her, unsure of what to do next.

Carlisle turned to his eldest son,

"You can still hear her thoughts, Edward?" he asked.

"Yes…her mind is still active, but she's can't hear us. Her thoughts are…random, but they're still there. She's still with us, in some way."

Carlisle nodded,

"I don't think Alice's life is at risk." hr frowned at an unpleasant memory, "The Volturi have tried for centuries to find a way to kill immortals in a more…efficient way. They never discovered anything."

"So?" Jasper almost shouted, "One of our kind has never fallen into a coma with no apparent cause before either, yet here we stand!"

"Japer, please try and…"

"Screw you, Carlisle." Jasper ground out, still sitting at Alice's side, one of his stricken lover hands clamped in his.

The Cullen's gaped at him; they'd never heard the southern gentleman utter a single curse before. He'd never shown defiance to Carlisle or Esme. it was ironic that in the Olympic Coven, Jasper, the one with the longest history of violence, had always been the best behaved.

And as Jasper started to crack under the strain, the rest of the Cullens let their own desperation show.

Edward watched Bella's face, his features almost a mirror image of her expression of pain as she watched her best friend lay unresponsive on her bed, with the rest of the family helpless to do anything, or even to understand why.

Rosalie and Emmet were downstairs, unable to fit in Jasper and Alice's small room along with the rest of the family, but the normally gregarious Emmet's silence was speaking volumes.

Jacob had taken Renessmee to La Push; his insane, imprinting driven desire to protect her from any and all malign influences having driven him to try and shield her from her aunt's predicament, as well as its effect on her family. Neither Edward or Bella had tried to interfere; they were as eager to protect their daughter as he was, especially what had happened to Alice was some kind of bizarre new disease that could afflict even vampires.

And Esme, who looked even more afflicted than Jasper, had not left her daughters room since Edward and Bella had brought her back from their ill-fated hunting trip.

And Carlisle, with all of his centuries of learning proving to be useless, was trying desperately to find a solution, wracking his hyper-intelligent vampire mind for something, anything to try and bring his daughter back into the waking world.
Edward followed along with his "talent", frowning as Carlisle kept coming up fewer and fewer options, until finally, he shot to his feet.

"Who was that?" he demanded, gazing at his father, eyes wide with surprise.

"Who was who?" Carlisle, asked, his curiosity at his sons sudden outburst breaking him from his mind-racking search for a solution.

"That man you were just thinking about…in the…theatre?"

Carlisle cocked his head to one side,

"I was just thinking about the diagnostic medicine seminar I was at, trying to think of a new treatment that might help…"

"But…that man, who was he?"

Bella, Jasper and Esme watched the byplay between father and son carefully, a glimmer of interest braking through their fear and hopelessness.

"Who? The one giving the lecture?"

"No, the angry one with the cane." Edward frowned in concentration, running through Carlisle thoughts as the immortal surgeon thought back to the seminar he'd been at before rushing home to care for Alice, "He was sitting across the aisle from you, with a woman who looked like mother…"

Carlsile looke surprised,

"The man who was taking Vicodin like it was candy amd listening to an MP3 player?" Carlisle demanded, shocked.

"Yes!" Edward said, features alight with excitement, "That's him."

"But why…"

"Alice is thinking of him. In fact, his face has been in her thoughts almost continuously since her…ordeal…began."

"But why?" Bella asked, looking down at Alice's still form, "Is it a vision, or did she meet this doctor before?"

"No, I'd never seen him in her thoughts before. I think…no, it's not possible."

"What?" Jasper demanded, getting up, "What do you see?"

"I think he's the one who can help her."

"But how could a human now how to help us?" Rosalie demanded from downstairs; she and Emmet had apparently been following the conversation; their powerful vampire hearing picking up every word even from a different part of the house.

"I don't know. But I think that's what her mind is trying to tell us, subconsciously at least."

"Then she can hear us?" Esme asked, her voice eager.

"I'm not sure…I haven't picked up any sign of it."

"But it'd be dangerous to bring an outsider into this." Carlsile protested, "Especially a human. If we do, especially if it's a doctor, there will be questions. It would be impossible to hide out nature from him if he starts treating Alice."

"So you'd rather she stayed like this forever then?" Jasper asked, voice low and dangerous with anger.

"No, of course not, but their must eb another way…"

"There isn't Carlisle." Esme snapped, "We've tried everything we could, and now we're out of options. It's been a day, and she hasn't improved."

Carlsile closed his eyes,

"We need to at least try and find out who that man was." Bella opinioned, "Than maybe we can find some way to approach him without revealing…"

"No. He'd have to see here to from a diagnoses. And that means he'd have to see all of us." Carlisle said, "I think I know who that human was, anyway."

"Who?"

"Dr. Gregory House."

"Weird freaking; name." Emmet opinioned from the first floor, "What's he do?"

"He's head of diagnostic medicine at a hospital in New Jersey. I've read about him in a few journals, I think. He's very…eccentric. But he's saved the lives of hundreds of patients whose cases other doctors had given up on."

Edward raised an eyebrow; he'd seen the stories Carlisle had chosen not to tell in the other vampires head.

The Cullen's fell silent. Until Bella looked up and smiled;

"I think I have a plan." she said, "It isn't…legal. Or ethical, or even smart, but it might work, and if it does, it won't matter what this guy see's."

"What do you mean?" Jasper asked, beating the rest of the coven to the punch,

Bella grinned, befire sticking her head out of the door way and yelling at Emmet and Rosalie,

"Em, Rose, get up here! You feel like kidnapping a human?"

"Do what now?" Rosalie asked, having shot up the stairs with Emmet in tow before Bella was even done talking.

Bella looked around at her family as they stared back at her in surprise,
"If we grab this Dr. House, if we make sure he doesn't see where he's going and try and keep him from figuring out where we've taken him, he'll never be able to tell people who we are or even where we are. And even if he does, who'll believe him? He's a drug addict or something isn't he?"

Emmet grinned,

"My little sister the evil mastermind." he said, ruffling Bella's hair, "I'm in."

"Might work." Rosalie agreed,

Edward could only nod, too shocked at Bella's devious turn of mind to speak.

Esme bit her lip, before dipping her head once in agreement.

Jasper gazed at Alice,

"Anything. Anything we have to do."

All eyes came to wrest on Carlisle. He sighed, deeply,

"It's the ebst we can do. If Alice had a vision of Dr. House, maybe he really is the only one that can help." he turned to look at his youngest daughter,

"What's out first move?"