*Hey. Sorry took me so long. I went on a vacation, got lost, drove home, got lost again, and a bunch of other things so interesting. Anyway, what do you guys want to see happen next in the story? Here's the next chapter, please help me out and tell me in your review.

Always Eventually

Chapter 2: Mirror, Mirror…

ProudToBe-LimpingTwerp

The room was filled with eerie silence again. The man who had spoken folded one arm and leaned heavily on a dark cane. He watched as I studied this scene, I took it in silently, stoically. My face betrayed no emotion as my eyes wandered from him to the brunet.

From watching, I figured out a great deal of things.

The man who had called me a copycat had bright, electric blue eyes and dark brown and graying hair. Like me. He was pale and skinny, but well built. He wore a light blue wrinkled long sleeved button up shirt, which was left open. Under that was a black massively wrinkled t-shirt. I couldn't read the whole word on it but I'm almost positive it was a Beatles shirt. He accompanied this with dark skinny jeans, which were also so wrinkled that I thought they could have been tied in a knot for at least a week. Beat-up white Nikes covered his feet. His cane, which he was heavily leaning on, was dark wood with flames leaping up the sides. He had a good amount of stubble that could be thought of as an attempt to be hot, but I found it obvious it was really to defy the system. How, you ask? Well, this man was a doctor. And a very good one I bet. Why else would he be in here? He had been given my file, and was my physician. No one besides Wyle could access this room. I had caught his attention with my ailments and probably my name, along with the fact that that annoying blonde…what was his name, Chase?… probably told him all about me. He was rubbing his leg painfully as he studied Wyle and me. I could see the top of a prescription bottle in his left hand pocket. The way he was watching us told me he was very keen and observant, which led to a great amount of intelligence, which I also drew from the calculating look he gave me. The crooked smile that adorned his features, which was also an attempt to hide the fact that he was studying us, a fact he hid poorly with his eyes, led to the observation he was cocky, arrogant, mischievous, sarcastic, and/or witty. In other words, an older male mirror image of myself…

I turned my calculating gaze to the brunet. Which, of course, was mine and the older doctor's polar opposite. This man was also a doctor. That was simple to figure out with his lab coat and name badge. He had sort of wavy brunet hair that was about two inches longer than my double's. He had large wide set chocolate colored eyes. They had a softness and gentleness about them that told me he couldn't harm a fly. But the fact that he must be friends with the older doctor told me the opposite. He had been too close to the other guy to just be a colleague. He had ivory toned skin and was about half an inch smaller then the other one. Yet, he was a little more filled out. He probably weighed a good ten to twenty more pounds then my twin over there. He wore a lab coat and a badge that informed me his name was Dr. J. Wilson and he was head of Oncology here. He wore a very abnormal tie and a white button up shirt that was tucked into his black dress pants held up with a black belt. He wore black dress shoes on his feet. He looked to be a bit younger than I knew he was. He could pass for 34 if needed but I wasn't that stupid. He openly wore a gaze of intense study. He was mostly focused on Wyle, as the elder doctor was on me. Understandable. Wyle appeared to be just like Wilson. His twin. He had a trusting look about him and eyes that held a sweetness to them but hid the fact he had been through much.

I blinked and then sighed. So, Wilson was Wyle's double, and the other doctor mine. 'Tis quite interesting. I smirked. "Hello mirrors, mirrors. So, I take it that you're some sort of genius, and my doctor. While the other doctor, Wilson, I believe, is your best friend. Or, if you will, your Wyle. You take advantage of your best friend, which he denies to the point of obsession, but it's obvious. You're a narcissistic, sarcastic, witty, brilliant jerk. And you know it. Your friend over there is a sweetheart. No one can figure out why you two are friends and still keep coming back to each other. You've been through almost everything. And while you'll never admit it, you care about him more than anyone in this world. You like him more then you'd ever like to admit and would fall apart if he ever left. And by Wilson's wince he has, at least once, left. Yet, he still came back, because he's obviously here and with you. You two are a great team and basically don't know how to live without the other. Although you'd never admit it."

Both Wilson and Wyle looked at me astonished while the other just continued to study me. "Well, what do you know? She is like me. Damn brilliant too, as Chase said. Hmm… a wombat right is never a good thing. Now, tell me…Fate, is it? How did you get all that from just looking at us?" asked my copy with a raised eyebrow.

I smirked. "A good magician never reveals her secrets."

He looked at Wilson. "I like her," he said with obvious amazement.

Wilson spoke for the first time. His voice just a soft and sweet as Wyle's yet did not have the same effect upon me, although it seemed to affect my copy.

"Well, of course you like her. She's your younger female double, House. She's even got the cane, bum leg, and pain problem to boot," replied Wilson.

"Your name's House? I assume that's your last name, or I'd seriously consider suing your parents," I sniped with my signature smirk.

House hesitated for a moment and then nodded. "House. Greg House. But most call me House."

I nodded slowly. "Fate. Misery Fate. Mis for short. But most call me Fate."

He nodded slowly. "I'd seriously consider suing your parents then. I wonder what they'd do… Can you even sue a man on death row He must have been some jerk to be on there. Worse than me? " I couldn't help but let a crooked smile touch my lips. Most would offer me pitying looks and non-essential apologies. Yet, here…this man, who seemed to be a great deal like me, was able to keep the atmosphere light. I admired him, and envied him, for that. "You have a bad past. A very bad past. One even your best friend is pretty much oblivious to. You avoid people because after what you've been through, you can't and won't trust them. You'd prefer the company of books and puzzles rather than people. You love your books and puzzles like most would love humans. Except for one, you wish they were all gone. Your best friend is that exception. Hope Wyle, is it? Wyle. You'd prefer it if everyone but her would never talk to you again. But you care about her more than she will ever know, and more than you will ever tell. You're afraid of losing her. You're afraid she'll leave. And why not? You abuse her. Take her for granted. She should have left years ago but she hasn't. So you take advantage of it. You cling onto her and never let go. Ruin relationship after relationship, because you can't stand the thought of losing her to someone else. But she won't leave. You're confident of the fact that you were here before any of them and will be long after. Although the fear still hazes in the not so distant future. You fear the future and live for the past. For the past is where those smiles are. Where those moments are. The good times. Times you wish would come again, but you fear never will…"

I watched him hesitantly. The other two stared at us. They had caught on to the fact that we were projecting ourselves into the our description of the other. Yet both descriptions had been utterly true. Only House and I knew that.

We nodded at the same time. A perfect mirror. House, without looking away, said, "Would you two mind leaving? I'm sure you twins have much to talk about. Care to give Fate and I some time to talk without you eavesdropping?"

The two looked toward one another, nodded and crept out the door with House and I watching. For a long moment it was silent. Then we both shattered it by telling our revelations.

"You're in love with her." said House flatly as he turned to meet my gaze

"You're in love with him." I said at the exact same time.

Again for a time it was silent, us both deep in thought. Then, as if in a haze, we both admitted in the same shame filled and deep in thought tone as we stared at our feet.

"Is it that obvious?"

*Whatcha thinks? What happens now? Care to give me a suggestion or comment. I adore them.

I'm having a bit of a vote. Here are the new titles that I've got for this story. I would like you to choose one in your review. Even if you review just for that. Here you go.

Titles for this story:

Defying Death.

Defying Gravity.

The things we do for love.

Hope, Love, Life, & Fate.

Life & Death.

Why does love always hurt?

Die hard.

I won't go down without a fight.

To the Grave?

Teach me to me to fall, I don't wanna fly.

Back and fourth.

Snowflakes.

Mini Me.

Shattered Silence.

Why can't I survive without you?

Watch me walk that fine, fine line.

My name and what I'm getting is Misery

Choose one in your review. Please & Thankyou.

-PTB-LT