"So, you have some mysterious power that allows you to see into people's pasts," Wilson mused, stepping into House's office.
"Go away Wilson," House said sulkily. His team had decided to leave him alone about Emily's recovery and had gone on to start another case without him. Wilson, it seemed, had nothing better to do except pester him until he cracked.
"Honestly House. You have to understand the curiosity we're all feeling. I mean you don't just guess that someone has forgotten some big chunk of their life. You knew. Care to tell me how?" Wilson stared at him, a mischievous smirk forming in his face.
"No."
"House," Wilson said, softer this time. "I don't know how everyone else has missed it, but I look at that girl and I see your female replica lying in that bed." House shifted in his chair, uncomfortable under his friend's gaze. "Who is she, House?"
"Wilson," House said tetchily. "Just leave it." Wilson nodded. He knew when he had been defeated.
"Alright. But you can't avoid it forever." He left House in his darkness to think of his next move. He had to get Emily to remember. Now that she was here, now that he had seen her... they both needed to remember. House tapped his fingers on the desk for a minute before he reached for the phone. Hands shaking, he dialed the number for the hospital psychiatrist. He mumbled a few requests and hung up. Glancing into the adjoining conference room, he stood and headed back to Emily's hospital room. He stood outside the door waiting for Dr. Newman to show up.
"She's going to be fine," Cameron said softly, coming up beside him.
"It seems that way," he replied. His body had become rigid in her presence, his breaths coming quicker than normal. "She's forgotten so much," he said, almost to himself. "I have to get her to remember." Cameron was about to ask what he meant when Dr. Newman announced his presence.
"Are you ready?" he asked gently. House nodded and made for the door. Remembering Cameron, he stopped.
"I need you to come with," he said. "She's going to need a hand to hold and she sure as hell won't want mine." Cameron smiled reassuringlyand followed him into the room. House moved into the far corner of the room and Dr. Newman situated himself at the foot of the bed, leaving the chair for Cameron. Emily looked around at them nervously but said nothing.
"Ms. Baden," Dr. Newman began. " You claimed to Dr. House that you fractured your skull by a fall from a tree house. You also claim that you have no idea who Dr. House is. Is this true?" Emily nodded, acknowledging that this was the case. Dr. Newman sighed and pulled out a pad of paper from his jacket. "I'm going to have to ask you some questions about your life, family members, etcetera, which may prove uncomfortable. However, I need you to answer them all as best you can. OK, first; can you tell me who Michael Baden is?"
"He's my step-father. He married my mom when I was six." Dr. Newman glanced at House who nodded, confirming her statement.
"Alright." He scribbled something down on his pad before continuing. "And the brother that pushed you out of the tree, what was his name and where is he now?"
"Frank. He's living in California as a computer programmer." Again, Dr. Newman glanced at House, but this time he shook his head. House cleared his throat before speaking.
"Frank…Frank is her father," he said hoarsely. "He's in jail." Dr. Newman's eyes widened as he turned back to the woman in the bed.
"Does this sound familiar?" Emily, though, was no longer listening to him. House had caught her attention with his last words. She sat up, her body shaking slightly, as she processed what she had heard. The room was silent while her brain repaired her memory. As everything came together, the anger on her gaunt face was surprising.
"You son of a bitch," she said vehemently. With shocking agility for a person recovering from a severe case of the chickenpox, she was on her feet and moving across the room towards House. Cameron watched on in terror, while Dr. Newman simply adjusted his glasses and left; his job was finished.
"Emily, listen," House begged meekly.
"No, Greg, you listen. I spent four years of my life in hell while you just stood by doing nothing! You knew what he was doing to me." She stopped to catch her breath. When she spoke again, her voice cracked with threatening tears. " How could you let him do that to me? I trusted you." She buried her face in his chest as the sobs came. Cameron took this moment to leave. She had witnessed something that she had not prepared herself for. She didn't go back to the conference room though, rather waited outside the room for House.
"Emily," House whispered. "I'm so sorry." Emily pushed herself away from him, her familiar crystal blue eyes full of hate.
"You abandoned me, Greg. Sorry will never be enough."
Cameron glanced up as House came from the room, sliding the door shut behind him. He looked at her uneasily, but didn't walk away from her like she'd expected.
"She remembers," he said weakly. Cameron heard the unsteadiness in his voice and moved closer, placing a hand on his arm.
"Who…who is she?" she asked quietly.
"My sister."