Hiya guys, sorry about the hold up chapter wise, I hope that this is to your taste, also all the places I mention in this story in England are real. But my real dad is actually lovely.
Disclaimer: Yes yes you caught me, I don't own House MD, but the again… Neither do YOU……..
"Hi, Greg House, call me whatever you want." Nikhita smiled at Nicola as she blushed. She probably warned her that I had a occasional, race insensitive quip-making habit.
"Nikhita Vasani, nice to meet you Mr House." I nodded I turned to Nyx.
"See, I wasn't racist or anything."
"Ah but the evening is young. What do you want for dinner?"
"Whatever is veggie friendly and tasty." They disappeared off to the kitchen, I went back to my book for another couple minutes before I thought about what Wilson would do when he found two kids in his kitchen. I decided to call him. He picked up after two rings.
"Wilson?"
"What's up?"
"Nyx and a friend are over for dinner tonight so you don't have to cook."
"Wait a second, you are going to attempt looking after two teenage girls… I'll be home soon."
"Thanks." I breathed a sigh of relief, I had no clue what I would do without Wilson being there for me. Not in a gay way or anything, but I liked to know that my best friend would always be there for me. Even if it was just to laugh at my attempts. I laughed at the idea and went back to my book.
Not five minutes later the phone rang.
"Hello, is this Dr Greg House?"
"Yes."
"Then I regret to inform you that James Wilson was in a car accident on the way back from work. Can you come into Plainsboro as soon as you can, you're his proxy."
"I'll be there soon." I hung up and limped into the kitchen.
Nikhita and I were making a vegetable curry when House walked in. he had a familiar look on his face. Chris Barker had that face when he had been told about my mum.
"Oh God, what's happened?"
"Wilson's been in a car accident. I have to go to Plainsboro."
"Nikki, do you mind going home early, I have to go see him, he's my friend." She nodded,
"Yea, I can call my dad to come pick me up." I smiled gratefully, glad she was so understanding.
We waited until Nikhita's dad got there; then we hopped into House's car and sped off down to the Hospital. He tossed his phone at me.
"Call, Cuddy, she'll want to be here."
It turns out she was already there. We drove in anxious silence. For a while anyway.
"I hate my dad because he was never satisfied. Always wanted more. Then it was too much. They would fight, my mother and him. Then everything would turn arse shaped for me. I know it's selfish but, I hated him because he ruined everything. From summer holidays to Christmas. I always felt like I wasn't his, that he never loved me… my mum told me otherwise. Why did she even bother? She couldn't have told me I was a mistake… an accident… why am I even talking about this now?... oh god, Wilson. Do you think he's gonna be alright? If he's not, then….." I trailed off, unhappy with my train of thought. House stayed silent.
When we arrived at PPTH, I ran to the nurses station and found Wilson's room number, House and I got onto the closest lift and waited. Waiting is always the nerve wrecking hard part of being in a hospital. It caused tension as thick as insulated wall in the artic in the 70's, very thick.
Wilson was conscious when we came into his room. He had scratches and abrasions all over his face and arms. I began to cry as House let out a low whistle.
"Picking up babes with scars like those should be easy."
"You would know, obviously."
"Cheap shot!"
"I'm in a hospital, lets face it with my insurance cheap shots are all I can afford!"
The banter went on like this for a while until Wilson and I became tired. I agreed to sleep in House's office and he in Wilson's room. In his words, separate the bro's from the ho's.
I walked down the corridor, finally reaching his huge office. I liked every thing about it besides the glass doors. It made me feel like the world could see everything about me. So for the rest of the night, I curled up on the eames chair facing the window so know one could see me. I couldn't sleep. Too much had happened today, so instead I looked around House's office.
His desk was full of little, interesting nik – nacs, there was a mini lava lamp, several odd looking fossils, a copy of the Da Vinci Code and one of a GCSE biology book. It looked old, I flicked to the publisher's date to find that it was printed twenty-nine / thirty years ago, making House 21. By then he would have been expelled from his first med school and as it was a GCSE book, which is the curricular for English kids in collage, before university. It appeared to me that my father had spent some time in England. I knew now was not the time to ask him about this, so I began to read the book.
After a minute of reading I knew I had seen this book before, and I knew where. My mum had one of these books. The exact same make and edition. She had told me that they only made them for her teaching hospital in Northallerton, North Yorkshire. She also told me that they only used the books for one year before they became obsolete. House must have been in the same hospital as my mum at the same time, makes sense. As for my conception anyway. But by this time, my 'parents' where meant to be together. I may have to ask about that. Later, much, much later. I drifted off into a dream, curled up in a ball next to House's desk.
What do you think? Oh By the way, my dad is actually really nice. My dad in the story is completely my imagination. Please review because even when I see that I have one more review I do a little victory dance!!!!!!!