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Author's Note…Yay! A new story! It's so bright and shiny and pretty! Sorry about the Cain and Abel story…I know it's really distorted and I think I addressed its distortion in the story but please don't be offended if I get it wrong. I researched it and this was how I interpreted it. Actually, the point is that it is wrong. You'll get it when you read it/ Ok, please review if you're interested in this…and now, Rest In Peace…
"Probable impossibilities are to be preferred to improbable possibilities."
-Aristotle
House tapped the whiteboard with his cane. Fifteen minutes into it, and this case was already boring him. "Twin boys. Two days old. There's Cain, he's the normal one. And then there's Abel. Cain's not too fond of Abel. You see, back when the kiddies were in womb, Cain was a good little fetus. Rarely kicked, gave Abel most of the nutrients. He knew that once the duo was out of that birth canal, everything would be different. Because Abel, well, Abel was a wild child. A crazy baby. An "overly zealous" fetus. A germ sperm. And then there was Eve. Or G/d. We all know…actually, I'm going to stop myself from making a sexist statement. No pictures please. Anyway, Eve decided she has a craving for a sacrifice. So Cain brings her his harvest. And Abel brings her his lamb. Eve is thrilled with the lamb and who can blame her? But she is not too happy with the harvest. Actually, she's pretty mad about it and demands blood. Cain gets so mad that he kills Abel. Then Eve's all "where's your brother?" Eve's not too bright, but that's beside the point. Anyway, Cain is afraid to tell her the truth so he tells Eve that he's not his brother's keeper. Eve knows better and gets mad at Cain for lying to her. She hasn't figured out that everyone lies. So Abel's dead, and when Cain is born, he's born with a whole host of problems. But alls well that ends well, for as the Good Book says, Adam and Eve had many other sons and daughters."
The team, plus Wilson, blinked. This was by far the most bizarre and twisted thing House had ever told them. Finally, Chase spoke. "That's not how the story goes at all. When Cain killed Abel, they were both young adults and Cain was Abel's older brother and…"
Wilson glanced at his watch. He had his own patients to treat; Mrs. Hennessey was coming in to meet him in half an hour. "House, I'm not interested in the Bible. Just tell us the symptoms."
"Fine, but you're going straight to Hell for that." Wilson rolled his eyes. "Ok, mom-to-be finds out she's pregnant with twin boys, two days ago she gives birth after carrying them to term, and one of the infants is fine. The other presented microcephaly, excessive body hair, was missing his right thumb, was born pretty small, has heart defects, and has inward deviation of the pinkies. Yesterday, he had a seizure. Ready…set…diagnose!"
Foreman made a small sound of sympathy but produced nothing. Wilson put his head in his hands and thought. Chase tapped his fingers hard against the table. After a few moments of silence, Cameron finally came up with something. "Cornelia de Lange Syndrome. Explains everything."
House nodded, obviously impressed. "Start a clinical diagnosis with a genetics specialist, and get him on Felbamate for the seizure." House picked up the three straws that were lying on his desk and held them in his fist. "Short straw tells the parents."
It was Cameron, but Wilson knew even she, with all her issues, had it easy. Cameron didn't have to tell the brother.
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Wilson cradled the blue bundle in his arms. Bryan. That was his brother's name. It meant strong one.
He could only hope the name held true.
"Hey." It was a female voice, soft and comforting, and his ears welcomed it.
"Bad day for you, too?"
Cameron shrugged tiredly. "He's just a little baby and he's so defenseless. I wish we could do more than just diagnose him."
Wilson nodded. He understood perfectly. "There's no cure. We did all we could do. So, you got any brothers?"
Cameron smiled. The topic change was a relief. "I've got four. They're all older than me, and they are the sole reason I know everything there is to know about hockey. They're also the sole reason I hate hockey. What about you?"
"I've got an older brother. Mike." Wilson shifted his feet and put Bryan down. It was time to tell somebody. "And I had a younger brother." He turned to face Cameron. "His name was Bryan."
Cameron's stomach gave a jolt. "Was?"
Wilson nodded. "He left; about ten years ago. My parents were pressuring him to go to medical school, like my mom and dad. Mike had just finished and I had just begun. But he didn't want to be a doctor. He wanted to teach. Third grade."
The best age to teach. Neither of them noticed House had walked in and was listening to the entire conversation.
"He said they were the best age to teach. Anyway, my parents were…really rigid with it. It was all or nothing. They gave him an alma mater. I didn't understand what was going on at the time…I thought they just wouldn't pay for school. But it was everything. He didn't tell us where he went but I doubt it was college. There was no way he could have afforded it. And how could he have managed a scholarship? There was no way. We haven't heard from him since."
No. No. No, no, no, no, no. There's no way. It can't be. The world is too big. This is some coincidence, or some sick joke or something. It's impossible for his Bryan Wilson to be my Bryan Wilson. There are a lot of Wilsons in the world. It's not an extremely uncommon name.
You're in denial. How many Bryan Wilson's existed in the tri-state area that had "no family" and wanted to be third-grade teachers because they're the best age? This can't be happening. This can't be happening. The world can't be that small. The world can't be that cruel.
"Cameron?"
Cameron's head jerked up. "Yeah, yeah. I just…I…oh, no." She clutched her stomach and slapped her hand over her mouth. Cameron ran out from the room and nearly slammed House into the wall. He was going to ask Wilson about what he had just overheard but his temporary ESP kicked in and he sensed that it was best to leave him alone. Besides, he had a feeling that something much more interesting would happen if he followed Cameron.
He found her sitting on the floor in the women's bathroom, leaning against a stall door. There were little scratches in the paint, small messages. He couldn't believe Cuddy let this happen in her hospital, but there it was for all to see. A metal newspaper.
House was about to say something when Cameron leaned over and retched into the toilet. When she was done, she looked up at House with sad eyes. House barely needed to ask. "You knew Wilson's brother?"
Cameron stood up. "Yup."
"Is he alive?"
Cameron shook her head. "Nope."
"How did you know him?"
Cameron looked him in the eye. She was practically sobbing. "I married him."
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Author's Note…Yup! Cameron's long-dead husband is also Wilson's long-lost (and dead) brother! Ok, if you're interested, please review. And if you're not, review just to say it's not worth continuing it. Thanks!
