Charming House Chapter 1, a house, m.d. fanfic

Charmed/House Crossover

This is a Chapter 1 rewrite. It needed some help.

Charming House
Charming House
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Charming House

The elevator was slow rising, but Phoebe was much more patient than her younger sister. Things like this always annoyed Paige. She could orb in, and get everything done much faster, if Piper and Phoebe would just relax a little. Phoebe, being empathic, stared at her sister when the thoughts running through Paige's head were a little more than annoyed.

"We can't risk it-"

"I can orb in where no one will see us. I'm not a-"

"Shush!" Phoebe called. Paige rolled her eyes.

"I should be on a vacation with my boyfriend," she muttered.

"And I should be 3 months pregnant, married to a sweet guy. Other things are more important. And finding Allie is what is important." Another eye-roll from the youngest Halliwell and Piper stepped in.

"Would you two knock it off?" Chris stirred in his car seat and Wyatt continued to poke at the new invasion in his life. "You, too, Wyatt. Chris is sleeping." Wyatt glared at his mother for a moment. "We need to find Allison, and soon."

The elevator stopped and the motly crew stepped out and looked for diagnostics.

"Phoebe?" Allison called, spotting her old friend. "Ohmygodwhatareyoudoinghere?" she said very quickly in one breath. The two hugged. "Who are these two? Three?"

"I'm Paige, Phoebe and Piper's younger sister."

"And these are my boys; Wyatt and Chris." Allison ushered them into House's office.

"Okay, why are you here? I mean its great to see you, but I left this stuff 5 years ago."

"We need you.. Leo's missing along with your sisters and other white-lighters. Demons are attacking mortals now. Some of the injuries aren't even magical. We need doctors, and whitelighters."

"I fell years ago." Paige turned her head upwards when the jingling rang through her head. She muttered something at the ceiling and turned to Allison.

"Try orbing. The Elders sent us to warn you that you've been brought back." Allison orbed a pen into her hands.

"I don't want to be Brought Back. Not after what happened!" Phoebe's eyes shot down. "The bastard Gods wouldn't let me heal my husband. They LET him Die."

"They let Prue die, and we-"

"They let me and my sisters drown when we were just in our 20's!"

"You drowned saving a Sunday School class. You're fine now-"

"Have you ever drowned?"

"I've burned..."

"Save it. I'm just going to fall again." Allison stormed out. "Tell them that I really don't want what they are selling."

"Where are you going?"

"TO JUMP OFF ANOTHER ROOF!" she yelled back, turning heads from doctors.

"Terrific."

"I told you-"

"SHOOSH! I am the Oldest, I have the last word, and it was Terrific!" Piper said throwing her hands up.

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House twirled his cane thoughtfully, only stopping when Cameron ran past in tears. Deciding it was interesting, he stood to follow her into the locker room. She sat on the floor, slowing banging her head into the wall.

"Not good Idea. Kill Brain Cells."

"Get out, House." Her tone was angry, and would have scared anyone other than House.

"One of my ducklings needs a vet," he countered. "Can't have you breaking down when we don't even have a case. Looks bad." She stood nose to nose

"I said leave me alone, House," she said, voice dangerous and low. Frankly, House found it arousing rather than frightening. And then she was herself again; she burst into tears and started pacing the length of the locker room. "They're back, and they are completely useless. I left for a goddamn reason, and now they just handed them back to me like nothing happened, like he never died." Allison walked away and sat on the bench farthest from House.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"I'm a healer, and I left them to be a doctor."

"Okay." House nodded and turned to leave. He paused and spoke, back still to his favorite minion. "Stay out of my LSD."

"I'm not high, Ass."

"You need a visit to the 5th floor?"

"What if I told you that I am 84 years old?" House turned and stared at her a full minute before laughing. "I'm what is known as a White Lighter." He stood, still laughing. "Cane." The cane orbed into her hand, and House fell on his face. "Want it back?" He stared, terrified, and nodded. She sent it back. "I'm a healer. We're, literally, Guardian Angels. I fell from Grace when I couldn't heal my husband. They said it was his time, and he died. I told them if they didn't let me heal him, I would fall from Grace, and I did." House was sitting on the floor still, listening to the woman speak. "I spent 60 years helping people, healing people, teaching young white-lighters to choose good over evil, and all I wanted was a chance at a normal life. Just a break for a while. They have me for eternity, I wanted 60 years. Every year I served, I wanted back for just a while. And they couldn't give it to me. Now they recall me, give me back my healing ability, and I'm supposed to help The Charmed ones? I can't go back."

"You heal?" She nodded. "Guardian angel?" Another nod. Everything was making sense. She was so good because she was Good to the bone. It wasn't that she was just that nice; it was built-in Kindess. "Cameron, before you fall from Grace again, will you do one thing for me?"

"Heal the leg?"

"No." Their eyes met. "Think about what is important to you. They brought you back because they need you. Don't throw it away because you lost someone. Don't become bitter like me."

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Cameron paced her apartment for a long time. It was almost sunrise. She could hear it. White-lighters could hear the sun rising, feel the flowers blooming. She'd missed the peace of it all. She didn't, however, miss the constant jingling going on in her head.

"Okay, just tell me what you want!" she said softly. Yelling waas useless. Piper and her sisters liked to yell for the Elders, but it was taken more as an annoying joke passed around.

"Your sisters need you," a man said as he orbed in.

"Miles?"

"Welcome home, Allison." She hugged the white-and-gold-robed man.

"Why do they need my help?"

"Our white-lighters are under orders not to orb unless they absolutely have to. Annika and Angela chose to stay when you left. They've been missing for a week now. Not long in our terms, but their charges are being attacked systematically. We believe they are being held captive, and are being forced to tell demons who and where the future white-lighters are."

"Oh my god," Allison said, dropping into her favorite chair. "How long will I have my powers back?"

"You may keep them and return if you wish." She shot him a look. "Or you may choose to fall again."

"Why?"

"Allie, please, try to understand it was not to hurt you."

"It wasn't? Look at what I've become! I'm human again, forced to watch others live happy lives. I never had a chance at that; the flash flood took it from me, Annie and Angie. How many of those babies made it out of the curch after we drowned?"

"Allison-"

"How many lives could we have saved if you'd given us a minute more each? You took our lives from us. We weren't given a gift! It was a curse! Serve others for all eternity! The Greater Good! Screw the Greater Good, I want to have a few years to myself. I wanted to have a chance at a Life that was stolen from me way too early. But you and all those other little small-minded self-centered Elders decided that you couldn't let one White Lighter have 60 years off of full-time work. How long would it have actually been to you? A minute? Two tops!" Allison, being a very strong-willed woman, pushed her hands up, and forced the Elder into orbs floating up to the heavens.

When the silence surrounded her once more, it hit her. The jingles were from her sisters, Paige, Piper, and Phoebe. Annie and Angie were calling for help, The charmed ones were reminding her of the greater good.

"All RIGHT!" she yelled. Allison closed her eyes and shut the sounds from her mind. When absolute silence came, she was able to think. Allison decided to call for back-up.

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"Warlocks are taking White-lighters hostage and forcing them to give up their charges." Allison pointed to the chart she'd drawn on the white board. In red, there were pissed-off looking devil faces, in blue were angels with yellow halos, and in green, people and witches.

"Did they say why they needed doctors?" asked Wilson. It was far-fetched to say the least. Cuddy had actually stood and walked out of the room when Cameron orbed. She wanted nothing to do with it.

"She didn't give them the chance," House said, twirling the cane again. It evaporated from his hand and reappeared across the room, neatly leaning against a desk. "You could have just asked me to stop."

"It wasn't her," Chase said. "I can move things."

"You're a white-lighter?"

"My mother was a witch. I can do basic potions, and I have quite the vanishing act." Cameron quirked an eyebrow. "I pull the sugar out of his coffee."

"Does anyone else pull magic tricks against me?"

"I only did it once," he said in his defense.

"ANYWAY," Cameron said forcefully. "I don't know much about what is going on. I know my sisters are missing, people are getting hurt and they may need medical attention. Magic may not be able to help. They came looking for a doctor and a healer. I need you all to come." She reached her hand out to orb whomever decided to follow.

"Of course I'll be there," Chase said. They all took her hand and prepared to orb. "Besides, I owe a visit to a certain demon. Killed me mate 12 years ago."

"Demons?" Foreman squeaked out. "Did he just say-" His sentence was cut short as their disappeared into blue and white light.

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When Paige opened her eyes after the orb home, there were five extra people in the conservitory. Allison, a man with a cane, a man with brown hair and a lab coat, a young blue-eyed guy, and a black man stood staring at her. She smiled.

"I brought the team. This is House, Wilson, Chase, and Foreman."

"You told mortals about us?" Piper asked. "Are you crazy?"

"I'm half witch," Chase offered. "I can do potions, and accelerate growth in plants. I can also...what did you call it Cameron?"

"He can orb, but it looks a little different. He's no white-lighter." Phoebe nodded. Eyes moved to the next person in the room; Foreman.

"Cameron needed help, I'm here."

"She took my cane away from across the room. Frankly I was too scared to turn her down."

"I just follow House when he said to follow."

"So, we have a white-lighter, a half-witch, and three mortals who are completely oblivious to the state of things?"

"Just...can we get down to business?" House looked around the room, peeking out windows.

"Where the hell are we?"

"San Francisco. Do you have any leads?"

"None so far. There are injured mortals in the living room, and I can't heal them. They need real doctors." The men followed Paige into the triage room. "They were helping us." Immidiately, House and his team went to work.

"I need to try," Allison said, placing her hands over the injured man she knelt next to. White light glowed from her hands. Some wounds knit themselves. "Some of these aren't from the attack. House, get me a suture kit." House pulled his bag over to the young woman. He watched her stitch up some of the worse cuts. "The bones are healed, but these cuts are not staying closed. They are magical, but I can't heal them."

"Let me try some thing." Chase looked at the man, and the wounds disappeared, and a chair nearby suddenly started to rip itself. "I moved his injuries onto the chair. Its a curse. I moved the curse."

"That's my favorite chair!" Phoebe squealed.

"It was the closest thing! I didn't want to leave a curse loose in the house!" Piper nodded and check on the other people that were being orbed in. "Who did this?"

"An old friend." Phoebe's eyes shot down. "He was dead, but managed to wreak havoc through another demon."

"I don't think Cole-"

"Piper, who else?"

"Belthazor is dead. Cole is Dead. He couldn't have."

"I'm still going to find a way to blame him for this."

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A/N: That's Chapter 1. I have no idea where I'm going with this as it came from a good state of insomnia.