"House"

Third Person

House was in his office, throwing his gray and red ball against the wall. He had no case to work on and he was hiding from Cuddy to avoid having to work in the clinic.

"Think of the devil and she shall appear," said House as Cuddy walked into his office. A kid was following her, about 19 years old. He was around 6'4", muscular with black hair and blue eyes.

"I've got a case for you," announced the hospital administrator. House appraised the boy again.

"He looks healthy to me. My diagnosis is: no illness," House said sarcastically.

"It's not me, it's my daughter. Her name is Amara Potter," the young man said.

"Well, Mr. Potter, as you can see, I am not a pediatrician. You should try the doctors one floor down," House suggested.

"She's 18. And my name isn't Mr. Potter. It's Clark Kent." Both doctors looked at him.

"No you're not. Tell us your real name," demanded House.

"Kal- El."

"Why did you bring me an insane person?" House asked Cuddy. She looked skeptical of Clark's claim as well.

"Will you just listen to me?!" Clark burst out. He then launched into the story, telling the doctors everything about the history and the world he and Amara shared. He even showed them his powers. Clark did everything in his ability to make those two people believe him.

"After Amara passed out again, I brought her here," Clark finished. Neither doctor looked convinced, but before either of them could speak, a woman walked into the office, she had shoulder length blonde hair and a kind face that matched her warm brown eyes. She was wearing a lab coat unlike House.

"I finished the stitches, Dr. Cuddy," she said.

"It took you an hour to do some stitches," House asked condescendingly.

"I had to do 70 of them and then dress them," she answered in a tone people did not usually use to speak to their boss.

"Dr. Cameron, this is the patient's father, Clark Kent," Cuddy introduced them. Cameron looked strangely at Clark.

"Were your parents Superman fans?" she asked, laughing, as they shook hands. Clark smiled.

"You could say that. Can I take my daughter home now?" he asked Cuddy.

"That's up to Dr. House now," she replied and left the office.

"Cameron," House said. The doctor looked up. "Tell Chase and Foreman to get the kid x-rayed."

"Where?" she asked.

"Left shoulder." Dr. Cameron turned to leave. She was halfway through the door when House spoke again. "Oh, and the entire right side of her body." She looked at him, disbelieving. "Go," he prodded. She rolled her eyes and left. House stood up from his chair, grabbing his flame- emblazoned cane in the process. "Follow me," he said with a motion to Clark.

They took the elevator up to the roof, where patients were brought to the hospital via helicopter. House turned to Clark.

"What are we doing up here? I want to see Amara," Clark demanded.

"Relax, fly-boy. X-ray's going to take some time. The way I see it, though, there are two possibilities. You're telling the truth and you are the Man of Steel, or, more likely, you're a raving lunatic," House said in his usual monotone.

"I don't care what you think, as long as you give Amara the best possible medical care." Clark started walking back the way they came. House inched to the edge of the roof, and stopped, his back still to the edge, facing Clark's retreating form.

"Whoops," he said loudly and unenthusiastically. He toppled, back first, off the edge of the hospital. Clark spun around in time to see the tips of the doctor's shoes disappear. He super-sped down the side of the building, catching House mid-fall and carrying him back up to the roof, away from the people coming and going from the busy hospital. He set House back on his feet and saw the doctor was smiling,

"Cool."

"You jumped off the roof?!" Cuddy yelled. She and House were in her office ten minutes after House's daredevil stunt. Clark had gone to find Amara.

"Yes. But I knew he would catch me. The point is, everything he said is true, as hard as it is to believe," House said slowly, as if he was talking to a mentally challenged person.

"What made you think it was safe to jump off a six story building?" Cuddy asked.

"He would either catch me, or he wouldn't. Besides, what better building to jump off of than a hospital?"

"Even so-" she was interrupted by House's pager doing off. He unclipped it from his belt and read the tiny LCD screen. House became abruptly serious.

"You need to come too," he said to Cuddy. He turned to leave.

"Why?" House held up his pager so she could read the text. Cuddy immediately walked around her desk and followed House out the door.

'911 IMAGE ROOM'

House barged into the x-ray viewing room, Cuddy hot on his heels. There were seven different x-rays up on the wall.

"What's the problem?" Cuddy asked.

"Look at these," said Dr. Chase. He was a tall, white man with blonde hair. He spoke with an Italian accent. "I've never seen anything like it."

"I told you he was right," said House, ignoring Chase. "How else does that happen?"

"Lots of reasons," Cuddy said dismissively as she examined the x- rays further.

"Nearly all of which include external injury," he countered.

"It's a miracle none of these bone fragments pierced any internal organs," she continued.

"Not really, considering what fly-boy said was true."

"Can one of you please explain what is going on here?" Dr. Foreman, an African American man of average height interjected.

"Fine. Follow me." House led his employees back to his office where he told them the story he believed to be true.

APOV

My eyes flashed open and like a light being turned on, I was awake. There was no disorientation and barely any pain, probably because I couldn't feel my limbs. I looked to the side and saw the problem; an IV in my hand providing me with a constant flow of morphine. I didn't even flinch when I ripped the needle out of my body. I threw the blankets off myself so I could examine my injuries. My arm and leg were braced and my left arm was in a sling. Someone had stitched up my cuts which made me feel much better. But to do all that, my clothes had been removed and I was dressed in a skimpy hospital gown. I frantically looked around the room to see if they were there. My belt, wand and bag were on the bedside table, my staff and sword leaning against the wall in between the table and bed. I relaxed a bit, but that may have been the residual morphine in my system. I glanced at the clock; 1:30 a.m. Clark was asleep in the chair next to my bed. I reached out my hand and touched him lightly on the shoulder. I started taking energy from his body, as much as I could without hurting him. I wasn't worried; as soon as the sun came up, he would be right as rain. Clark's breathing slowed as his body settled into a deeper sleep.

I used some of the energy to heal my left shoulder, and then took it out of the stupid sling. I needed to have at least one good arm and leg. I would have mended my bones with my wand, but I had never studied Healing at Hogwarts. In hindsight, that was probably a bad idea. If only Madame Pomfrey were here. I grabbed my belt and laid it in front of me. I closed my eyes and opened my mind to those around me. I leeched away the energy where I could, mostly from doctors, but also from patients that weren't very sick. I was jarred from my trance by the sun's rays hitting my eyes through the uncovered window. I laid my sword aside- I had finished with my belt- and waited for Clark to wake up. The sun's rays crept across Clark's face and he stirred. He opened his eyes and blinked a few times, trying to get his bearings. I stayed silent, watching him take in his surroundings. Then, he noticed.

"Amara! You're awake!" He hugged me.

"Ow. Ow. Gently, Dad. I'm still breakable." He let go immediately. I reached over to the bedside table and picked up my purple beaded bag and opened it. "Where's my communicator? I left it right on top." Clark took it out of his pocket and handed it to me.

"Here. Why do you need it?" he asked.

"The Cullens will want to know I'm okay. Edward knew how badly I was hurt so no doubt Carlisle wants to take a look." He nodded. I opened the little yellow interdimensional video phone, want into the contacts list and clicked on the Cullens's name. The channel opened up and I saw Alice's pixie- like face.

"Amara! You're okay!" she squealed.

"Not entirely, Alice," I told her.

"Let me get Carlisle," she said and dashed off, leaving me with a good view of the Cullens's open and light living room. Alice returned a moment later, Carlisle in tow.

"How are you feeling?" the vampire doctor asked me, going into professional mode.

"Better. It still hurts a lot, but I've healed some of the injuries, so the pain is bearable." I answered.

"Your father explained your injuries to me yesterday, but I wish I could see for myself. I could help you more. Everyone is concerned for your wellbeing," he said, his eyes showing the worry he felt for me despite his calm demeanor.

"Okay," I stated simply and promptly opened a portal. I could see the hesitation written on Carlisle's face. "Come on, I can't keep this up forever." Carlisle saw the sincerity of my words and stepped through. Alice hesitated; I hadn't specifically invited her. "You too, Alice." She bounced right through the interdimensional hole. Carlisle went over to the x- rays on the wall beside the door and Alice put herself in front of Clark and stuck out her hand.

"Hi. I'm Alice Cullen. We spoke on the phone but I wanted to formally introduce myself. It's nice to meet you," she said brightly. Clark shook Alice's outstretched hand, shuddering slightly at the temperature. I laughed.

"Don't scare him too much, Alice. What are the others up to?" I asked.

"Edward is with Bella at her house, Esme and Jasper are out hunting, and it's Emmett and Rosalie's turn to read the books," Alice explained. Carlisle, having finished checking the images started examining my remaining injuries; I had healed everything but the cuts and my right arm.

"Have you two read them?" Carlisle shook his head.

"Alice and Jasper were first. Esme and I get them next and then Bella and Edward. Bella was too upset to read them last night." I looked at Alice, expecting to hear her reaction.

"They're scary accurate. Especially New Moon, when I went to Italy with Bella. I never thought our leaving would be that hard on her. If I had known--"She was cut off by House and Dr. Hadley entering the room.

"Who are you?" House asked rather rudely.

"I'm Dr. Carlisle Cullen and this is my daughter Alice," Carlisle introduced.

"I didn't know there was a Dr. Cullen here," 13 commented.

"That's because there isn't," House muttered. "What are you doing with my patient?"

"Carlisle is a friend of mine. I was helping out his family when I got hurt," I defended.

"Ah, these are the vampires. Cool." Said vampires appeared thoroughly surprised.

"We're not vampires," Alice said almost immediately.

"I told him," Clark said. I looked at my father.

"Why would you do that?"

"He needed to know what happened so he could treat you. I figured that if he told anyone here, it wouldn't matter," he confessed. House pointed his cane at Carlisle.

"Move. I need to see her." Carlisle stepped aside, saying nothing. I wanted to slap House for being so rude. I picked up my wand with my left hand and pointed it threateningly at House.

"Apologize," I growled. He just looked amused. 13 was staring at me.

"Your shoulder is supposed to be broken."

"I fixed it. I fixed everything but the cuts and my other arm." I said, not taking my eyes off House.

"How?" he asked.

"Magic," I said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, which, to me, it was.

"I don't think you should heal the cuts." Carlisle spoke from the corner where he was standing. Everyone focused their attention on him.

"It is my belief that if you heal them, or return yourself to full strength, you won't be able to get the stitches out. They will become a part of you." House pondered this for a moment.

"Damn. Dr. Fang might be right."

"Okay. I know how to solve this. I've decided to heal them. Alice?" I said.

Alice closed her eyes and was perfectly still for a few minutes. She was searching the future for the outcome of my decision. She opened her eyes and looked at me. "Carlisle's right, Amara. You have to let them heal on their own."

"Okay," I sighed. I didn't want to wait weeks before I was better. Deciding to make the best of the situation, I started working on my right arm. "Weís heil," I said. I held my left hand about an inch above my right shoulder, passed it down the length of my arm and back again. I felt the tugging and pulling and stinging sensations as my bones reset themselves and fused back together. When it was done, I started taking my arm out of the brace, only to be stopped by House and his employee.

"What are you doing?" 13 demanded.

"What does it look like I'm doing?"

"You can't do that, your bones are still broken," House explained.

"Says you," I scoffed. "What you just saw, that was magic. None of my bones are broken anymore." House contemplated this for a moment.

"13," he ordered, "take her down and get her x-rayed again."

"Wait… what?" I spluttered as 13 left the room.

"For comparison so I can study them." Dr. Hadley returned with a wheelchair and I sat in it. We were halfway down the hall when house poked his head out of my room.

"Get a blood sample, too." He yelled.

"Okay. My dad and I are going home now," I insisted. House was content to run tests on me all day if I would let him. Alice and Carlisle had already gone back to Forks. House had said I could be discharged, but he wanted to gather information on my physiology. He looked disappointed. I dug into my bag and fished out a lead box I had stored in there for some strange, unknown reason, and tossed it to House, who caught it.

"What's this?"

"Something to keep you entertained," I said. He looked confused. "It's kryptonite. Run tests on it. I'm leaving now." I grabbed Clark's hand and whisked us back to Smallville.