Fantasies Come True

By GirlX2

Chapter Three

--I believe whatever doesn't kill you simply makes you...stranger.--

It turned out Wilson could fit on the service elevator, if he folded his wings and curled into a ball. He was on top of a gurny, but hidden by a sheet. It wasn't the most comfortable position, but it beat House's suggestion of trying to fly down. At the very least, someone would see him.

Wilson curled up as tightly as he could. Cuddy had wheeled a gurney onto the elevator as well, hoping to keep him hidden until they got to the therapy room. After what seemed like an eternity of rolling, the sheet was pulled away. Wilson found himself looking at a medium sized pool and three very nervous fellows.

He held in a sigh. He probably looked pretty scary--they had every right to be apprehensive. House didn't seem to be worried, but that was House.

Wilson slid off the gurney onto the cool concrete of the pool room. The pool was about the size of a backyard swimming pool. Chase had been amusing himself by dipping under the water for long periods of time. Apparently he'd gained the ability to breathe underwater with his transformation. Water dripped into his eyes, but he continued to stare.

"I don't suppose any of you have any ideas." House asked flatly, drawing their attention from Wilson.

"Um…well, there's the possibility of a spell." Cameron piped up. "Fairies and spells go together."

"Witches go better." Foreman replied.

"You're idiots. There's no such thing as magic." House grumbled, but whipped a maker out of his jacket and began scribbling on the gurney's mattress anyway.

"House, you're paying to get that cleaned off." Cuddy growled.

"Oh, being soaked in blood and bile is okay, but a sharpie will do this in. Got it." House clicked a hoof on the cement, annoyed. "Bigger problems right now, including the fact that our head oncologist is smoking in the hospital."

Wilson winced. He'd hoped that no one would notice the thin plumes curling from his mouth. He couldn't help it.

"Yeah, all we have to worry about is getting flame broiled." Wilson found his hearing was sharper as well, as he picked up on Foreman's mutter. He sighed and laid flat on the cold floor, trying to look harmless.

A new look crossed Cameron's face. She approached Wilson slowly, hovering near ground level. She seemed to have gotten the hang of her wings. Wilson blinked in confusion as she patted his nose. He could have taken her out easiest of anyone--she was about the size of a bug.

"It's okay Wilson. We know you wouldn't hurt anyone." She said softly. A sprinkle of fairy dust settled on the floor around her.

Wilson nodded slowly, but he didn't get up. Cameron settled next to him and stroked the thin bat-wing like web of flesh that outlined his ear.

Chase was watching them intensely from the poolside. His tail churned the water uneasily. He didn't like Cameron being next to something so much bigger than she was--but that really wasn't avoidable at this point.

"If this is magical in origin, how could it have happened?" He asked. "We all have different, um…symptoms, but they all started at about the same time. Seems a bit much for a single spell."

"See? Magic is a stupid idea. That's why science replaced it." House grumbled.

"House, I think it's safe to say whatever's happening here isn't scientific." Cuddy said. "We're going to have to consider some outlandish possibilities."

"Oh, sure, we can begin with the basics." House threw his hands into the air. "Let's start with saying 'I do not believe in fairies' and see how long it takes Cameron to fall down dead!"

--Thump!--

They all stared at the tiny immunologist lying sprawled across the cement.

"…Huh." Was all House could say.

"Shit!" Chase began clapping frantically. "I do believe in fairies! I do, I do!"

After a moment Cameron began to cough weakly. Cuddy and Foreman joined in the clapping. House just continued to stare.

Cameron slowly climbed to her feet, bracing an arm on Wilson's neck. The oncologist nudged her gently, helping her to her feet.

"I'm okay." She threw a venomous glare at House.

"I didn't think it would work!"

"House, shut up before you kill someone else." Cuddy growled.

"Please, the odds of that are-"

"House!"

House looked annoyed, but stopped arguing. "Fine. Let's say it is magic. Anyone have any idea on how to fix it?"

"Well…fairies are supposed to have magic powers." Foreman said slowly, gaze lingering on Cameron.

"I…I guess I could try." Cameron said reluctantly.

"Let's call that plan 'D', right after the witch doctor." House said sarcastically. "Even if Cameron has magic powers, she has no idea how to use them. I really don't want to end up turned into a fuzzy woodland creature while she's learning."

"As opposed to the fuzzy woodland creature you are now." Cuddy retorted. Wilson let out a rumbling noise that was obviously a laugh.

"Do you have a better idea?" Foreman asked.

"…Not yet. Give me a while with a white board."

"Sorry House, but there is no way you're going to figure this out on your own. You don't even believe in magic." Cuddy replied. "And barring any other ideas, Cameron may be the best shot we have of getting you all back to normal."

"We have no idea why this even happened. Having Cameron hack blindly at it isn't going to help anything."

"Well I'm not seeing any other options, unless you want to wait and hope this eventually reverses itself." Cuddy said.

"I can live with that."

"You can, but what about the rest of us?" Chase retorted. "We can't hide down here forever."

"Fine fish-boy, if you're so eager to get your precious legs back, let Cameron try her hoo-doo on you first." House said.

"I, um…" Chase looked flustered. "I guess that would be fine."

Cameron didn't look happy about this, but fluttered to the poolside. "Does anyone know how this is supposed to work?"

"I'm sure there's a copy of 'Ferngully' in the pediatric wing if you want a demonstration." House said sarcastically.

"Ignore him." Cuddy instructed. "Just do whatever feels natural. Worst case scenario is nothing happens."

"I can think of a lot of things that would be worse than nothing." House said.

Wilson growled at him, showing more than a hint of teeth. Foreman shot Cuddy a look of unease.

"Fine, I'll be quite so she can pixi-fy Chase." House grumbled.

Cameron stared up into the water-drenched face of her lover, completely at a loss. What House had said about Ferngully did spark a memory though…

"Don't laugh, okay?"

"Okay." Chase looked a little confused.

"What was done now undo, return you to the form that's true." She waved her hands about for a second, feeling completely stupid.

It didn't help when Chase failed to change.

House burst out laughing. "You actually tried--!"

Wilson let out another growl, now practically snarling in House's face. House, familiar with Wilson's moods whether they were expressed by a human version of the oncologist or not, wasn't perturbed. Wilson was pissed, but not any more than when House had dosed him with amphetamines or tried to steal his medical marijuana stash. He was more or less defending Cameron's effort. It was nauseatingly nice, actually--a characteristic that had carried over into Wilson's scaly form.

Unfortunately, the rest present didn't see it this way.

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To be continued...