Chapter 1 – Wake me up
"What time is it?"
"9:13PM."
"Ok, thanks."
She closed the door and walked down the pathway leading towards her house. He turned on the engine to leave and she stopped in her tracks, turning around to watch him leave.
He turned back onto the street, her watching as a fast moving black Porsche 911 approached him. She didn't have enough time to scream, let alone warn him of the car, as it smashed into the back of his car, pushing it into a big oak tree.
"DAVID!"
The Porsche reversed and quickly drove off, dodging the badly crashed Chevrolet Corvette Coupe, with him inside of it.
She ran towards the car, which both the back and front was completely smashed.
"HELP!"
She tried to open the side of the door where he lay unconscious, but it wouldn't budge. His head was smashed on the steering wheel, and his head was bleeding. She couldn't bear seeing him like this.
Hands trembling, she noticed the time on his watch…
"9:15PM" she mumbled through her tears.
'She had them apple bottom jeans, boots with the fur, the whole club was looking at her...'
Allison woke up suddenly. She breathed in deeply, and wiped a few drops of sweat off of her face.
'She hit the flo, next thing you know…'
Allison looked around the room, wondering what was making the noise. She pulled the blanket off of her, and jumped off of House's couch.
'Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low…'
Allison started walking around the living room, looking for a record player. She then moved on to the kitchen, where a mobile phone sat vibrating, booming out the music and flashing.
What is this?
Approaching carefully, Allison looked at the mobile phone, which was still playing music. She noticed that there was something on the mobile, while the light was flashing.
"'You have a new message' ", Allison whispered to herself.
Below the alert was the word Select. Allison looked at it for a moment.
Well where's the select button?
Getting frustrated about not finding a select button on the phone, with the music still playing, Allison started pressing random buttons on the phone. Eventually, she pressed the select button, being the middle button in the phone.
A message then popped up:
'House, get up you have a new case. I don't care what excuse you have, this is a big one. Come in early, 7:30AM, Cuddy.'
Allison looked at the mobile weirdly, but slightly relieved that the music had stopped playing. Then deciding that it was probably better to tell House about the message instead of looking at it for ages, she picked up the phone.
"House, there's an, um, message for you." Allison said, while knocking on House's bedroom door quickly. She looked at the phone as she spoke, not knowing what to call it.
There was no reply.
"House, there's a message for you!" Allison repeated, slightly louder.
Again, there was no reply.
"HOUSE! MESSAGE! WAKE UP!" Allison said, now yelling.
Still there was no reply. Allison growled, and opened House's bedroom door, storming into his room.
House sat there, lying on his stomach, the sheets all messed up. Two of his pillows were on the floor, and the other two were under his head.
"HOUSE!"
"Err"
"There's a message for you" Allison said, in a normal tone now that House was at least half-awake.
"From who?"
"Someone called Cuddy. Is that the girl you were talking about last night? How's that a name?"
House didn't move or say anything. Allison rolled her eyes, and walked up to where House was lying. She turned him over, onto his back, and shook him.
"AHH WHAT?"
House sat up, rubbing his eyes, and then glaring at Allison.
"You heard me."
House rolled his eyes and leaned over to his bedside table with his lamp, Digital clock, Vicodin and cane, which was leaning on the bedside table. He reached for his Vicodin, took two pills and dry swallowed it, and put the drugs back on the table. He then looked at the time on his digital clock. It read 7:04AM. House sighed.
"I knew Cuddy wanted me, but not so bad that she wanted me to do it with her before work."
Allison looked at House. "You two are going out?"
"Yeh, I'm dating my boss. I also have sex with her every now and again so I can get out of clinic duty."
"Yeh whatever."
"You'll know I'm right if you ever saw the way she looks at me."
House sat up, and reached for his cane. He struggled to reach for it, so Allison rushed towards it, and passed it to him.
"Here's the message."
Allison pulled out her hand with the phone in it, to pass him the phone. House just read it quickly, shrugged, and limped towards his closet.
"Well?"
House pulled out a pair of his jeans and a dark blue button up t-shirt. He turned around and placed his clothes on the bed, right behind from where Allison was standing.
"Well, meaning that you want to know if I'm going to work and, in that case, where you are going, well, meaning that you don't have anything to wear, or well, meaning you want to have a shower with me? Personally I would like you to pick number 3, but that's you're choice."
Allison turned to face House. She crossed her arms. "Actually, it was none of them. It was more of a well, what's happening next?"
"Well if you stop stalling me, I can go have a shower. And considering it's already…" House turned back to look at the clock, which now read 7:10AM, "7:10AM, I can't possibly get to work on time, so I'm going to go get a coffee around the corner from the hospital."
Allison just stared at House.
"If that's ok with you." He added sarcastically.
"Two questions. One, why can't I get a coffee too, and two, where am I going to be going?"
House thought for a moment.
"You can come with me, but only if you are willing to pay for the both of us to get a coffee. And as for the other question, there's a nice psych ward in the hospital which I'm sure the people there would love to have you as a patient."
Allison glared at House. "I am not crazy."
House shrugged. "That's what they all say."
He picked up his clothes and walked towards the bathroom, placing the clothes on the towel rack. He was closing the door when Allison stopped him.
"Wait, what am I wearing?"
House poked his head through the partially open door. "Oh, I was thinking that you would stay in the same clothes, considering you didn't bring any spares with you."
"… House"
"Ok, fine. I'll get you something." House waited for a moment. "Are you a fan of printed t-shirts?"
"This is so embarrassing."
House stopped Allison. "Look at me."
Allison sighed and turned to face House. She was wearing grey baggy grey pants, which House used for going on jogs, and a white t-shirt that said in bold letters 'Sexsi' on it. Her hair was roughly put into a pony tail, and she had a small amount of make-up on that she had used from the testers at the local pharmacy across the road from the hospital.
House shrugged. "Well its better then the 'Support your local Pole Workers' one."
"You need a new wardrobe."
"Why thank you for offering to buy me new clothes, but I'm quite happy with the clothing I have."
House and Allison both walked into PPTH, House looking as if it were a normal day, and Allison crossing her arms, mad that she had to walk into a hospital the way she was looking. They passed a blonde receptionist, who noticed House and Allison.
"Good Morning Dr. House."
"Hi Natalie, is Eddie is in today?"
The blonde receptionist crossed her eyebrows. "You mean, Eddie, as in Dr. Eddie Terrie, the hospital Psychologist?"
"No, I meant the local drug dealer."
"Sorry, Dr. Terrie's on holidays. He should be back by Friday. Do you want to leave him a message for when he gets back?"
"No, I'll talk to him when he gets back."
"Ok then, Dr., have a nice day." Natalie said, smiling at House, and then as she looked at Allison, she turned back to her desk and answered the phone which started ringing.
"Is Eddie the guy you were trying to take me to?" Allison asked, quickly following House as he walked towards the elevators.
"Yeh, but I knew he wouldn't be here. He's always out on holidays, he's only still here because he's Cuddy's brothers' best friend."
House pushed the button to call the elevator.
"So what am I going to do now?"
House thought for a moment, while playing with his cane. The up arrow light above the elevator turned on and made a beeping sound. The elevator doors opened and House and Allison entered.
"Well you can bombard me with annoying questions all day, or you can go find something to do."
Allison looked at House apologetically. "Sorry, it's just really different in the 21st century."
"Well if you're telling the truth, you're going to have to get used to it. Otherwise, stop this crazy crap or I'm going to have to put you back on the streets where I found you."
The elevator opened and House walked out, with Allison closely following. Doctors and patients were walking around the corridor, noticing Allison and giving her dirty looks.
Some people attempted to smile at Allison in a friendly gesture, and others mumbled 'skank' or 'whore' as they walked past her.
"Yeh, I know you want one too", House said to one of the men that was looking at Allison weirdly. Allison smiled awkwardly at the guy, as House approached the diagnostics room.
House opened the door, to be greeted by the angry looks of his three employees. Chase, Foreman and Amber, a blonde around her mid-twenties, all watched as House walked in, Allison following and closing the door behind her.
"Good morning my beautiful children, what's with the dirty looks today?" House said, as he walked up to Chase and muffled his blonde hair. Chase pushed House's hand off his head, and looked in the reflection of the glass table to move his hair back into place.
Foreman rolled his eyes. "Have you checked the time, House?"
House dramatically pulled up the sleeve of his grey jacket he was wearing over his t-shirt. He looked at his watch, which read 8:30AM.
"Oh, it's 8:30AM. That's outrageous. How did I get here so late?"
"Maybe if you stopped rooting hookers on work nights you wouldn't have to be late for work." Amber said, glancing at Allison.
Allison opened her mouth in shock. "I am not a hooker!"
House looked at Amber and Allison, who were on the verge of an argument. "Shh you two, we don't need arguments today. We have a new case."
There was silence in the room. House continued. "Someone care to tell me?"
Foreman looked at House. "Well we can't say anything until this, um, girl leaves."
Chase continued for him. "Case information is private, only for the use of trained doctors."
"I'm a medical graduate." Allison interrupted.
"But you don't work here", Amber said firmly.
House sighed, and then he pointed his cane to his office door, which was to the right from where he was standing.
"My office is over there."
Allison nodded. She walked towards the door, and went into House's office.
Allison closed the door and looked at his room. There were only a few things that were odd to Allison, this being the computer sitting on House's desk, the modernised lamps and telephone, and the faxer and printer.
Allison walked to House's desk and sat on his chair. She looked at the computer, trying to think of what it could possibly be.
Is that a computer?
"You're looking at that computer as if you've never seen one like it before"
Allison jumped at the sound. She looked up to see Wilson standing at the front door of House's office, the door behind him. He smiled at her.
"Oh, I've seen one before. Just not so, um, new."
"Where have you been?" Wilson laughed.
Allison laughed back. "You won't want to know. I'm Allison."
"James Wilson. Just call me Wilson, everyone does."
Wilson shook hands with Allison.
"Are you one of House's, um, overnight friends?"
Allison crossed her arms. "If you're talking about a hooker, no I'm not. Why does everyone ask me that?"
Wilson tried to hold back a chuckle. "Um, don't have a clue. Anyways, I just came by to speak to House about something before I started work. He doesn't seem to be around?"
Allison pointed to the diagnostics room, where House was writing up differentials on the whiteboard, with all three employees blurting out answers.
"He's here."
"Wow, he's working early."
"Yeh, he was called in early by Cuddy, but he just arrived, so he's late."
"That's House for you."
Allison smiled. "Yeh it is."
There was a moment's silence, until Wilson broke it.
"So, what brings you to House's office this morning?"
Allison sighed. "Long story."
"Aww, come on. Tell me."
"No really, it's a long story."
"Well shorten it."
"Can't really."
"Damn. Well I'll just have to ask House later then."
"No don't!"
Wilson crossed his arms, and pulled a cheeky smile. "Why?"
"You know what he's like."
"Yeh I do. You know House pretty well I guess?"
"Not really, I just pick things up fast."
"Are you a Lawyer?"
"Nah, Medical Student Graduate. Princeton University."
"Wow really? My older brother went there. I didn't want to go there, so I went to a local University not so far from home."
"That's cool. Yeh it's a good University."
"You still haven't told me how you know House."
"Well as I told you, it would be a long story."
"How long?"
"I don't know, long."
Wilson chuckled. "What about long enough to get a coffee?"
"Already had one."
"Well there are some really cool shops down the street, if you haven't seen them. I start work at 10 and its 8:30 now, so we can check them out before I go to work, and you tell me you're story."
"What type of stores?"
"Games, Clothes, there's a good Vintage shop there, there's a Pharmacy…"
"Vintage?"
"Yeh, 60's, 70's, 80's, 90's. Heaps of stuff you can get there."
"Let's go there."
Wilson shrugged. "Ok then. Now get talking."
It was around 9:30, and Allison and Wilson had spent an hour at the shops down the street. Wilson had bought, from the Vintage store, some Medical books from the 90's, and a red 80's sweater.
Allison bought an 80's record, which the music had been renewed and put onto CD. She also bought a pair of black short shorts, high waist jeans, a short white and denim frilled skirt that matched with a white t-shirt and denim over top that she bought, and two t-shirts, one a "Choose Life" big print, and a green t-shirt.
"Wow you must really love Vintage." Wilson said, as the two headed towards PPTH, Wilson helping carry some of Allison's bags.
"Yeh, it's great."
"Well that's acceptable; you were a child of the 80's."
Allison looked at Wilson and crossed her eyebrows for a second, then, quickly remembering, she nodded. "Yes, I am."
The two walked into hospital, not saying a word to each other. Once they reached the elevator, Wilson spoke again.
"Allison, you know how you said you don't remember anything before you woke up on the streets, and those two drunken guys approached you?"
Allison nodded.
"Well, I suggest you take a drug test. Who knows, maybe someone drugged you and you somehow got on the streets and woke up there."
"Yeh, you're right."
"Ok, so once we get back to House's office, I'll contact the Testing section and ask them to make you an appointment for today. They will probably ask you a few questions too."
As the elevator door opened, Allison and Wilson both walked out, heading towards House's office. Wilson opened the door, and they walked into House's office, placing all of her shopping bags there.
"House's face will be classic when he sees how much shopping you've done."
Allison laughed. "Yeh probably."
"Well I'm going to go to my office, and call the Testing lab. If you need anything, just go to my office, ask anyone for directions, most people know where my office is."
"Thank you Wilson. For everything."
Wilson smiled. "That's ok; I'm only here to help."
Wilson left, and closed the door behind him.
Allison sat back in one of the lounge chairs in House's room and hesitated.
I shouldn't have told him I forgot what happened before I woke up in Princeton last night. Now he thinks I've been drugged.
But then again, I couldn't have told him that I have time travelled, or he would of thought I was crazy. That's the last thing I want people to be thinking of me, especially since House already does.
I need to prove to House that I really have travelled from the 80's… maybe then he can help me get back…
"Allison"
"ALLISON!"
Allison jumped. She rubbed her eyes, and looked ahead.
An oldish man, with grey hair and glasses was staring back at her. He was wearing a white lab coat, and was shaking her.
"You're awake."
"Who are you?"
"Dr. Ray. I just took your blood, and you fainted."
"Oh, sorry. I get like that when I see my own blood."
Dr. Ray nodded. He passed Allison a plastic cup with water in it. "Ok then. Here, have some water, it'll make you feel better."
Allison took the cup and drank from it. When she was finished with it, she handed it back to Dr. Ray. "Thanks, Dr."
"You're welcome, Allison. You're results should be in by Thursday, so I'll call you in by then."
Allison nodded weakly. She walked out of the testing room, and headed back towards the elevator. The elevator doors opened, and Allison walked in, looking at the ground. As she looked up, she noticed House standing in the elevator next to her.
"You went to the shops with Wilson, and you got a blood test."
"Yeh, what's wrong with that?"
House shrugged. "Nothing, just if he ever gets the chance to get into your pants, you'll be used the next day, and he will get over you pretty quickly. He has that sort of reputation at this hospital."
Allison looked at House. "I don't like Wilson, he's only my friend. He's just trying to help."
The elevator door opened and House walked out. Allison followed.
"Why, do you have a problem with that?"
"Why would I have a problem with you being friends with my best friend?"
"Well you sound like you have one."
House stopped and turned around sharply. Allison had to think fast and stop before she walked into House.
"For the last time, I don't care if you're friends with Wilson or not. Now if you don't mind, I'm going to go have lunch with my best friend. You can join us if you like, considering I'm sure your bank account is pretty low due to the big shopping spree you had this morning."
Allison smiled. "How nice of you offering to buy us all lunch."
House chuckled. "Yeh like I'm paying for the quality of the food you get in this hospital. Only such an idiot like Wilson would."
Lunch was quiet. House didn't say a word, which was quite unusual for him. Wilson was worried that whatever he said would trigger an argument of some sort, and Allison didn't know what to say. After lunch, Wilson went back off to work, and House went to 'talk to the patient's family'.
Allison went back to House's office, and played around with his computer, trying to figure out how to work it.
Start, what is that? Oh well, I'll just click on it anyway.
"FINE, DON'T LISTEN TO ME. I'LL GO FIND SOMEONE WHO WILL THEN!"
Allison looked up, and tried to find where the person was yelling. It was coming from the diagnostics room.
Sarah stormed out of the diagnostics room, slamming the door behind her. She stopped to adjust her hair, and smile at the people looking at her from the scene she created, and then she walked friskily down the corridor.
Allison walked through the connecting door between the diagnostics room and House's office. "Hey, what just happened?"
Chase and Foreman turned their attention from Amber walking off, to Allison standing there.
"Amber's just chucking a hissy-fit over the wrong diagnosis. She does this sometimes." Foreman said while hesitating, his arms crossed.
Allison nodded. "Oh ok, she doesn't seem like a nice type of person anyway."
"Oh, she can be nice, when she wants to. But sometimes she can be the meanest person you know." Chase said, looking at Allison.
"She's probably gone to Cuddy's office to complain about how we aren't good colleagues and that she's the only decent person out of the three of us", Foreman added.
"Do you want me to talk to her?"
Chase looked at Allison and shrugged. "If you want to, but by the way she talked to you this morning, I wouldn't."
Foreman nodded in agreement.
"That's ok; I have a way with these sorts of people."
Allison smiled and winked at the two, and headed out the front door of the diagnostics room.
She headed down the corridor where Amber had stormed out of only two minutes ago. After about 20 seconds of walking down the corridor, Allison saw Amber sitting down on the floor outside the front of the girl's toilets. She was crossing her arms, and glaring at everyone that passed her and looked at her.
Allison approached Amber, and sat down next to her.
"Hey Amber"
Amber looked at Allison and snarled.
"Oh, it's you."
"I just wanted to know if you were, um, ok?"
Amber shrugged. "I'm fine."
Allison smiled. "Good, so do you want to head back to the diagnostics room?"
"No, I don't."
"Why don't you? Is there something else that you need to talk to anyone about?"
Amber thought for a moment, and then she smiled bitterly.
"Actually, I need to talk to you for a moment."
Amber stood up, and Allison followed.
"What is it?"
"Here, let's go into the bathroom for a second."
Amber opened the door to the bathroom, and walked into it. Allison did the same.
"So what is it you want to talk to me about?"
Amber stood in the corner of the bathroom, next to the hand dryer. Allison stood only inches away, in front of the sink parallel to where Amber was standing.
Amber leaned in close to Allison, and whispered into her ear.
"I know who you are. I know where you've come from, and I know what you've done. I suggest that you stay away from me and this hospital, and if you come back, I will tell everyone about what happened."
Amber leaned back and stood straight. Allison opened her eyes in shock.
"What, Amber?"
Amber smiled bitterly again.
"You know." She said, and then she walked off, closing the bathroom door behind her.