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"Hey Pretty boy."

Chase lowered his newspaper slowly at the comment, a brow raised. Dressed in his scrubs, he was enjoying his early dinner before heading off to the talent show to watch in great amusement as his old boss did something stupid to embarrasses himself. Across the table, he was shocked to see Gab sitting, staring at him with those bright blue eyes, a coy smile on her lips making his stomach turn.

'oh crap..'

"What do you want House?" He muttered, flipping his paper back open.

She only reached out and knocked the paper from his grip, sending it spilling to the floor. Some passer byers stopped to look at them, only for a second before walking back off.

"You're not dressed for tonight."

He could feel the head ache coming. "I told you last week. I wasn't doing it."

"I love how you think I asked you. My silly little wombat, I TOLD you to be ready."

Chase puffed his cheeks out in a way to control his irritation. "House, I'm not doing it and there's nothing you can say or DO, to make me change my mind." Pushing his chair back, he began to rise but the leg was caught. Gab slipped her cane out and hooked it, dragging Chase back down to sit. He watched with wide eyes as she got up slowly and gracefully made her way around the table. "Awww... I beg to differ." She purred.

Letting his chair go, she slipped behind him, letting her fingers trail up and touch the back of his neck, the sudden skin to skin contact making him jerk away.

"Is your pretty little wife still wondering where you had gone too every....what was it? Oh yes." Bending down, she purred into his ear making Chase clench his teeth in a hiss. "Every Friday night five months ago? You did that for what? Five weeks correct? She still doesn't believe you went to the gym huh?"

He felt his heart race. Curling his fingers into the table, he looked away when Gab bent closer. His skin began to warm when he felt her press into his back, her arms slowly circling themselves around his shoulders, her fingers trailing, sinking, raking along his chest lightly making his back press into his chair. "Thou... You wouldn't be completely lieing right?" She chuckled, her nose touching the back of his ear making his body tremble.

"We did work up a sweat that month."

Damn it. Bowing his head, Chase rose his hands slowly to cover Gabs own in order to pull her away but damn it. Closing his eyes, he remember those nights. She was a bitch just like his old boss but she was such a good lay. He found her in the employees locker room wrapped in a towel, he had every attention to turn around and walk away but she only smirk and drop it, letting him see her in all her nude glory. Aside from her thigh, she looked stunning.

One thing lead to another and he started to crave more of her. She teased him endlessly every day in til he could finally have her on those fridays and those nights, he would spend hours paying her back. He had a sick joy in making her whimper and beg for him, just like she did to him the week before.

It only lasted a month before she called it quits. Cameron was starting to get closer and Gab had gotten serous with Wilson.

"You can't hold that over me." He hissed, tugging her arms off weakly but he only hissed when her tongue touched the back of his ear, jerking him forward helplessly.

"Oh yes I can." Letting him go, she pushed herself to stand up completely. Reaching down, she tossed a bag into his lap making him 'huff' from the weight. "Be ready at eight sharp and wear this. Dont worry. You wont be alone." Tapping her cane, she began to limp away smirking.

"13 had her own dirty little secrets to hide as well."

Chase sat there stunned, watching Gab limp away from his sight. Looking down at the bag, he opened it slowly before his face went red. Closing his eyes, he slumped forward and buried his face into his hands.

Karma was a bitch, and her name was Gab.

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The night finally came and shockingly to Jess, the room was a packed out.

The classroom Cuddy picked to host the Talent show was over flowing, leaving some kids to have to sit on the floor in the front. That was more funny, the fact that kids and teens out weighed the adults, even the doctors and nurses. But a talent show was in their field, why not have them enjoy it.

Fresh pop corn was being passed around and families, friends, nurses and so forth all sat and gathered, readying themselves. Voices rose higher and lower as the room talked, children thrilled, teens bored, adults amuses and questioning each performer.

Jessica smiled to herself, letting the stage curtain drop from her fingers, turning back around to watch her dear friend ready 's chest was hurting with all the pride and nervous she felt. She waited all these years to finally hear her friend sing, to finally hear that voice.

Before her accident, Gab would sing to herself in her office when she thought no one was around. Jessica swore she never seen her friend as happy as she was when she stood on stage when it was open mic night at their favorite bar and showed off her skills, to rub in other peoples faces, her talent that they could never have.

But after her accident.. After Steve choose to remove the muscle in her leg, Gab never sung again... It was like Steve reached in and ripped it right out. Try as she might, Jessica could not make her friend sing... It was one day she found out, the reason Gab refused. Her friend wanted to be an opera singer, to be on stage... What kind of opera star would she be, when she would have to limp everywhere she went? An opera singer should be perfect, beautiful.... not scarred... crippled... not like her now.

Even thou Jessica saw her beauty, Gab refused to see it herself.

But now, after years of waiting, Jess could finally hear her friend sing. "You nervous?" She teased, causing a snarl to lift on Gabs lips. With a laugh, Jess busied herself, making sure Gabs hair was perfect. "It wont be that bad. You didn't even pick a long song. It'll be over before you know it!" She smiled to herself as Gab stayed quiet, her fingers squeezing the handle of her cane. Gab was beautiful in her dress. A dark blue satin gown hugging Gabs hips and chest, letting the hem and skirts puddle around her, trailing along the floor, giving no hint to where her feet were. The neckline was a low scoop, showing off her collar bone and a hint of cleveage. Her hair was sweeped up in curls, pinned to the back of her head, keeping any locks from touching her throat or shoulders. Jessica even pinned Gabs bangs back, letting everyone see the miracle that was make-up. Gab looked like a different women, she was beautiful, elegant.

The very image of how she would look if she were an opera singer, Jessica still wondered why Gab choose to be a Doctor at the last second. A mystery she most likely would never solve.

Looking over Gabs shoulder, she noticed Larry Cuddy on stage, getting everyones attention. He began his opening speech, causing some applause to follow suit.

" You're up. Remember, if you try hard enough, your dress should be able to hide your cane, if you get to nervous just give me a wave and I'll co-"

"I want to go home."

Jessicas was taken back by that statement. She looked at her friend quietly, "B-But we just got here, you're up first! I promise when you're done, I'll take you straight home but please, you swo-"

"No.... I want to go 'home'..."

Jess rose a brow slowly, confused by her friends words before it suddenly hit her. Gab wanted to go back to their world. "Why?" She asked lightly. Ever since that thunderstorm, they have been apart of their male counter parts world for almost two years and Jess believed they were both happy. "Arn't you happy here Gab? I know you are! You have made a great friend, whom ironically is yourself and not only that but you moved on. You have James."

Gabs fingers curled into her cane so tightly her knuckles turned white. Jess smiled slowly, Gab was scared. Ever since Steve, Gab never opened herself again and since Jess was her closest friend, the only person Gab would allow to see her emotions, who was the better choice to date and marry? James was a perfect match. "He loves you Gab." She whispered, walking up behind her friend slowly, her fingers touching those bare arms.

"I know it. I see the way he looks at you. He would kiss the ground you walk on. Gab, if I know him, and I do. James will never do anything to hurt you, make you mad yes but he'll never-"

"He loves Greg."

Jessicas hands snatched themselves away from her friends arms as thou they were burned. James? Her male counter part in love with Greg?! "O-Of course he does, their best friends! Just like w-we're best friends!"

"No." Gab turned then, her skirts rippling around her as she looked into her friends eyes. Jessica saw it. The hurt. "He loves Greg." Jess shock her head still, bewilderment covered her face. "...How?"

Gab looked away, her eyes casting to the stage that lingered at her side, the curtains blocking the view from her from the crowed. "A few nights ago, he moaned Gregs name in his sleep. He's done that alot lately." Reaching out, she pulled the curtains back slowly, letting her see out, glancing to the couple she spoke of.

There they were. Sitting side by side, Wilson had the biggest grin on his face while Greg looked bored out of his mind... But Gab could see it, the smallest little smile on his face, his body positioned inward, as if to be closer to Wilson. Blame it on the loud crowed, but Gab knew better.

"Gab... I'm so sorry." She turned to look at her friend, seeing her face twisted in confusion and distress. Reaching out, her fingers touched Jessicas cheek, brushing back her bangs. "I want to go home Jess. I was happier there." Jess closed her eyes a little, her head tilting to press her cheek into Gabs hand. "Cause it was just us?" She felt her thumb trace along her cheek bone before her hand was removed. "Yeah... cause it was just us." Gabs arm went back to her side as she started to move, her cane clicking on the wooden floor as she turned. "Alright." Jess whispered.

"Alright." She said louder, forcing a small smile on her face. " Tomorrow... Tomorrow I'll start looking on how to get back." She watched her friend give a nod as Larrys voice boomed out, announcing Gabrielle's que. Jess folded her hands together as began to take a step but stopped. She frowned when her friend just stood there, paused, watching Larry look at her and raise a brow, his arms stretched out for her entrance. Her pink lips parted to offer help when she was suddenly stuck. She looked down at her chest and saw Gabs cane pressing against her. "Wha?" Quickly her hands shot up to grab the cane, watching Gab let it go and took hold of her dress. "Gab?"

"Gonna wish me luck?" Jessica stared at her as Gab looked back at her and smiled, her fingers curling into her dress. Without waiting for a response, Gab began her walk, slowly limping without her canes aid to the center of the stage, for some reason, Jess could of sworn she heard cracking like metal objects rubbing together, but she watched Gabs right hand squeeze her skirts with every painful step, but Jessica saw, that Gabs face showed none, no pain... no hurt... no sorrow.

Squeezing the cane to her chest, tears began to form in her eyes as she watched her friend take her place before the mic, watching Wilson look upon her with such love and joy, House with wonderment and all she could think about was Gabs words.

'I want to go home.'

Sniffling, she hugged the cane tighter, her tears slowly falling as she heard the crowed begin to quiet down. With a deep breath, she whispered out, like she always did on the side lines. She wished her friend luck.

"Break a leg...."

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