Disclaimer: I don't own a single character from House, and especially not Wilson and Chase, though as I fancy them both I would've liked to have said I owned/own them but sadly I don't I'm just borrowing them, and will return them back to their rightful owners once finished I've with them... I do however own Steve and Katie.

Rating: PG

Authors Note: I've had this idea in my head for a few days now, since reading a Wilson/Cameron fic, I decided to write a fic about Wilson. What if Wilson had a sister as well as two brothers, this is my first House fic so please let me know what you think. And just so you know, I'm not a doctor or a nurse, so I've no medical knowledge well I know a few things here and there, things I've picked up from watching ER and House. So I'm trying my best, and if I don't understand something, I'll look it up. Now on with the fic. Slight mention of Keira Knightley in here...

Summery: Wilson becomes sick at home and is rushed to Princeton Plainsboro, House and his ducklings have a fight on their hands trying to work out what's wrong with Wilson before they loose him.

Pairings: Wilson/Cameron, Chase/OC

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(Prologue)

'' Where you did you get that...'' he demanded, pointing to the bruising on her neck. She grabbed her scarf and wrapped it around her neck, trying to hide it from him. But he'd already seen it and was now pulling the scarf away. Looking in anger and horror at the dark bruising round her neck. '' Katie what happened ''

'' He came round to my apartment when I was getting the rest of my stuff, wanted to talk to me. Said he was sorry and he wouldn't do it again, I tried telling him it was over and that I'm with someone one else '' Yeah Dr Chase she thought to herself before continuing '' But he wouldn't listen, so...he...grabbed me round the neck, I couldn't breath. I was so scared I thought he was going to kill me ''

'' I'm going to kill that son-of-a-bitch.''

'' Please James, don't. It'll only make things worse. I don't want you to get hurt ''

'' I can't stand by while my little sister's getting beaten up. ''

'' I'm not with him anymore ''

'' Oh and that makes it right does it. He's still doing it and he won't listen '' he shouted at her.

Katie looked at him, wondering what was wrong with him. He looked extremely pale and she'd noticed a moment ago that he was sweating. And he never usually shouted or snapped at her. She continued to look at him, hoping he'd tell her what was wrong. She knew there was something wrong with him but as she wasn't a doctor she hadn't the faintest what it was.

'' Stop looking at me like that, you're making me nervous ''

'' Sorry, it's just...'' she trailed off, not knowing whether she should continue.

''...Just what ''

'' You don't look so good ''

'' Gee thanks Kate '' he answered sarcastically.

'' If your going to be like that I wont bother. I was only concerned '' she snapped. She turned round and walked away, slamming her bedroom door behind her.

Wilson rolled his eyes and walked down the hallway to her bedroom, the door was closed when he got there; which he'd expected, he tried to open it but found it was locked. And he could tell she was either standing or sitting just behind the door, probably listening. He grinned to himself as he slid himself down the wall to the floor and leaned against the wall.

'' I'm sorry Katie, I didn't mean it '' he apologised.

'' Tell me what's wrong then. I'm worried now '' she admitted.

'' It's nothing, probably just the flu. I'll be ok in a couple of days after some rest ''

'' What if you've... Got...cancer '' it slipped out before she could stop herself.

'' I'd know if I had Cancer, Kate '' he told her, trying to reassure her he was ok. '' Am I going to see you this side of 2005, or do I have to wait till I'm 90 before you make an appearance ''

There was silence for a couple of seconds, and James listened as Katie unlocked the door and opened it. She stood in the doorway looking at him, looking as though she hadn't liked the little joke, then her face changed and she grinned broadly as she looked down at him.

'' Yeah funny James, your such a comedian '' she teased. Sitting down next to him on the floor. '' Why we on the floor ''

'' Well I've no idea why your on the floor, but I'm sitting on the floor because... Well... I didn't know how long it would take for me to get you out of your room. Am I forgiven now '' he asked, grinning at her. Trying to ignore the pounding headache that he'd had since this morning.

She grinned and elbowed him in the arm '' Of course ''

Katie glanced at her watch suddenly noticing what time it was she cursed silently under her breath and ran into her room. Grabbing her bag up of the bed before dashing out of the room and down the hallway, past James and out the door. Wilson was now standing up, and had began making his way to the front door when he suddenly felt dizzy again, he stopped halfway to the door, his vision blurring slightly. He closed his eyes, hoping it would clear his vision but when he opened them they were worse. He couldn't see a thing.

He stepped forward, hoping to at least get to the front door without walking into a table or the wall. He took a step forward and stopped again, his legs suddenly feeling like lead and before he could stop it he was falling to the ground, no control what so ever. His head connected with the corner of the table one the way down to the ground, and he blacked out.

Katie had heard the noise inside the house, and was now running inside, wondering what had happened. When she found her brother lying there on the floor she screamed, falling hard to her knees beside him. She'd known that he wasn't well but had no idea it was this bad. There was a deep cut on his forehead, and glancing at the corner of the table next to her she figured he must've hit his head on the way down. She yanked her cell phone from her pocket, flipping it open and clumsily dialling 911.Getting it right the second time. She put it to her ear and waited, listening to the ringing on the other end. A woman's voice answered a few minutes later, and for a second or two Katie almost believed she was talking to Keira Knightly, she was so convinced that it had sounded like Keira Knightly, who happened to be one of her favourite actress'.

'' 911 what is your emergency '' the operator asked.

'' I-it's my brother he... He collapsed and I can't wake him, I don't know what's wrong with him. '' She paused a moment '' He hit his head ''

'' Ok, I need you to calm down for me. Do you think you can do that '' the woman asked.

Katie nodded before answering with a 'Yes'.

'' Good. Can you tell me what your name is ''

'' Ka...Katherine Wilson ''

'' Ok Katherine, what's your brothers name ''

'' James ''

She was starting to annoy Katie a little now, talking to her as if she were five; she was almost tempted to snap at the woman for treating her and talking to her like a five-year-old. Instead she bit her tongue, and listened to her. Her brother was more important, and right now he didn't look so good. Katie tried to stay calm while she told the woman her address. And a moment later she reassured and told her an ambulance was on its way. She sat on the floor next to his unconscious form, wondering if she should call House and tell him what was going on. She'd never met him, but knew he was James's best friend, he'd often talked about him enough, and Katie had heard quite allot about him from friends and from her brother and her boyfriend Chase. She hadn't told her brother that she was quite looking forward to meeting him, not thinking so badly of him as most people did.

She was panicking now, trying not to imagine all the things that could be wrong with him, trying to stay positive. But it was hard when she had no idea what was wrong with him.

She heard the sirens seconds later and got to her feet, running out the door and down the drive to meet them. The Ambulance stopped and two paramedics jumped out, carrying bags with them. The first one was a young man in his late twenties with short brown hair, and was quite good-looking; but this was no time to be flirting; though he did look suspiciously like David Anders. The other paramedic was a slightly older woman, probably in her early thirties with shoulder length blonde hair.

'' Are you Katherine Wilson '' asked David-look-a-like.

Katie nodded at them, walking up the driveway toward the front door; the two paramedics following close behind.

'' Could you show us where he is. It's James right ''

She nodded again, afraid to speak for some unknown reason. She showed them into the house, going over to where he was still lying.

'' Ok, James can you hear me? '' He asked, kneeling beside James. He and his partner began checking him.

At first there was no response, but then he moaned, slowly regaining consciousness. His eyes slowly opening, it took him a moment to work out where he was and why he was lying on the floor, he looked up and could see two hazy figures leaning over him. Then he saw a third person and he knew without having to look at her, that it was Katie. It dawned on him that his vision was slowly coming back, and that he wouldn't be permanently blind, as he'd first feared.

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House limped into the room to find Chase, Foreman and Cameron already waiting for their next case. Chase was doing one of his usual crosswords, while Cameron sat reading the paper, and Foreman was tapping the table like a pianist playing a piano. They looked up at him a moment later, stopping what they were doing to pay attention to him. He walked over to the counter and poured himself some coffee before walking back over to the whiteboard, his hand on the cane and the other holding the coffee cup.

'' So what's our next case '' Foreman asked expectantly.

'' There isn't one, a least not yet. '' He answered. '' Wow, the sick people are taking a day off...''

He was interrupted by Cuddy entering the room. She closed the door behind her and turned to look at him, a folder in her hands and a solemn look on her face. Cameron, Foreman and Chase exchanged glances with each other, while House looked at Cuddy, his expression became serious as he looked at her, knowing that there was something wrong. She had a look in her eyes that House couldn't quite figure out, and he didn't like it either.

'' It's Wilson...'' she answered, unsure how best to continue.

'' What about him. Cuddy ''

'' He was brought in twenty minutes ago. He collapsed at home and he's seized twice on the way here. His temperature is high, dangerously high and he's had trouble breathing...''

House just looked at her, the room descending into silence.

'' Your lying ''

She shook her head '' I wish I was ''

He turned his back to them, not wanting to them to see his face. For the first time in his life he was afraid, he was frightened, petrified, and that alone scared him. He was scared of what would happen, not wanting to lose the only real friend he'd ever had. He turned round to face them a few minutes later, before moving toward the door and walking out. The four of them followed behind and Cuddy walked a little faster to catch up with him.

'' I can assign another doctor to...''

'' Now why would you want to do that ''

'' House, this isn't just any other patient it's Wilson. Your best friend, if you work this you'll get too emotionally involved '' she explained.

'' So, am I supposed to act as though it isn't my best friend that we're talking about '' he questioned, turning to look at her.

'' That's not what I'm saying. ''

House continued on down the corridor, heading in one direction with one purpose. He sped his pace up and reached the room a few minutes later. He opened the door and entered the room; sure enough Wilson lay in the bed unconscious but not yet in a coma. There was a young woman sitting in a chair beside the bed, holding Wilson's hand. She couldn't be any older then 24, and she was beautiful, with the most intense blue eyes he'd ever seen. He turned his attention to her a second later, a frown creasing his brow.

'' Who are you '' he asked.

'' Katie Wilson. I'm his sister '' she answered.

He hadn't been expecting that. He knew that Wilson had a younger sister, but hadn't any idea that this woman was the younger sister. But now that he thought about it, he could tell that she was related to Wilson. It was the eyes he noticed first; they were so much like Wilson's. He took in the rest of her appearance. Her long brown hair pulled back into a messy ponytail, strands of hair hung lose at the side of her face. He could already see the tears that were slowly rolling down the side of her face, her eyes were red and puffy; and although some of her mascara had begun running she still looked attractive, still looked as beautiful as she had five minutes ago.

House took in every other detail of her. The dangly earrings she wore in her ears, the black sleeved T-shirt with the cute kitten on the front. He couldn't see what she was wearing on her feet, but could see the blue faded jeans she wore. He took another look at her before speaking again, this time in a softer voice. Leaving behind his sarcastic and bitter side.

'' We'll figure out what's wrong with him I promise ''

She looked up at him, looking into his eyes, knowing without having to be told that this was Dr Gregory House, her brother's best friend.

'' Your Greg '' she said as more of a statement then a question. '' I trust you, and I know you will ''

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T.B.C

A/N2: I'm not sure how old Wilson is but I think he's younger then House, and I've no idea how old House is either, so I'm saying that House is 44, and Wilson 33. As I mentioned before I'm no doctor so any illnesses, diseases or infections mentioned in this story will have been taken from the Internet or medical books. Any information I get will be properly credited to where it came from. I hope you like it, and please remember to review. Flames will not be appreciated, please post constructive criticism and if you see something that's wrong or spelt wrong then point it out, I'd like to know where I'm going wrong and if I've spelt something wrong. My writing has improved from what it used to be, but I still need practice and help along the way, and I still have room to improve. Anyway I'm shutting up now.

-Danielle Carter