ANGEL OF DEATH:

CHAPTER 1 : Rene

BY: Wolfa Moon

Disclaimer: As Always don't Own, everyone wish they could. But just an idea.

Hey if you have one. Run with it.

Greg House was fixed up and in better shape than he thought ever humanly possible. He was a new man with the same old job with more tricks then ever. He leaned on the glass walls of his conference room staring at the white board with a list of symptoms. He watched as the ducklings gave their ideas. Saying no and possible to some of their hypothesis. That's when he notice Chase go quite and stop participating and staring into his office. In the office stood a figure in a nice cream gown and dark wings.

She's back, he thought. But how could Chase see her. Then he remembered anyone with a death experience of traumatic event. House wondered which one it was. Chase turned to House then to her. Chase connected the dots and realized he could see her too. House sent Forman and Cameron out on test. Chase went to follow but House grabbed him. House inclined his head to his office. Chase lowered his head in resignation. House only spoke with body movements. Chase had been here the longest and new the non verbal speech well of Greg House. House motioned for the door and Chase thankfully and gracefully left. Not before though looking back at the office. She smiled at him and he returned it.

House entered his office. She was staring at the outside deck. Smiling at House she walked through the still closed door to outside. Greg grinned at that, cheeky sod. House followed her but had to open the door to meet her.

"You're here for someone or are you curious again?" She turned to face him and looked him up and down.

"Feeling better?" She looked sad but happy to see a familiar face. She was avoiding the topic and he knew it. She was an interesting case to House. So young yet so old, She reminded him of Wilson. Wonder if that would be his profession when Wilson died. He was so good at it being alive why not in death. James Wilson, the new angel of death. House shuddered at the thought. She cocked her head as if reading his mind.

"I'm good." He looked her up and down. She looked beat. "Are you okay?" He can't believe he just asked death that.

"No. But it comes with the job."

"How does one get the job?" She looked at him wearily. She seemed to shrink at the memory. House could tell it was a rough memory. Then she smiled.

"Just the right place at the correct moment. And enjoying it." She expanded her wings out. There was some blood on them. House reached out toward it and touched it. She shuddered back.

"Sorry. You're bleeding." She moved her wing within her vision.

"Damn guardian angel." She pulled a few messed up feathers with a shudder of pain.

"Didn't like you taking her charge." She crumpled to her knees in pain. House ran to her side. "Death you okay?" She looked to him. When he touched her she felt like air. Like she didn't even exist. She began to lean back into his warmth.

"I'm better. I'll heal. But the guardian just pleaded and won his case. His charged just got revived. He is so in love with her." Death stood up. "Thank you, but you shouldn't care."

"Comes with the territory."

"You don't care about anyone. Unless they are in your click." House remembered all the people they stated while he was in his coma. He thought she was an illusion at that moment. But he had seen her around the hospital since then.

One day he had followed her into a patient's room. It was one of Wilson's kiddies. A young girl about 8, no hair and pale, Tubes sticking out of her arms and machines hooked up everywhere. Death sat down next to the girl who was pushing a crayon slowly over a picture she was drawling. The girl smiled at her as if seeing and old friend and starting talking to her. House shouldn't be eavesdropping but he didn't care.

"Are you finally going to take me?"

"Not yet." The girl stopped drawling.

"Why not? I hurt." Death reached out and took her hand. The girl visibly shuddered then smiled. Death shuddered as well bowing her head as if giving into the pain and letting it wash over her. "Thank you." Death looked up at her and smiled.

"It will only last a couple of days." Death stood up, disconnecting the child's attachments, and moved away from her. "Wanna go for a walk?"

"My mom will worry."

"Leave her a note. Don't worry. Come on." The girl hopped off the bad as if no pain existed at all. The girl twirled around as if a ballerina. She giggled as she twirled as if reconnecting with an old friend. House watched as Death smiled sadly. Yet smiled with her best mask of enjoyment over the known painful future. The girl ran over and hugged Her. She enveloped her in her arms and wings. Picking her up she twirled around. The girl laughed at being spun in the small room. Death set her down and smiled into the child's face. Her wings tickling the child's face as she but back behind her. Holding her hand out which the child took enthusiastically they walked out the door. The little girl smiled at House as she exited and skipped down the hall with Death in hand.

Wilson and her mom were in such a frenzy looking for her. It was funny. The girl came back a little time later with an ice cream cone in hand and dirt on her hands. Her mom was ecstatic at the hospital for letting her out. Wilson calmly took the child away from the mom as she was blaring at the hospital guards. Wilson told House later on the story that the girl had told him. She said that an Angel took her out for a walk. House only smiled at him. Wilson only smiled at how stupid it was but smiled at how she was feeling better and maybe for the better. To bad it didn't last long.

"Is Chase dieing?" Death looked up as if told she was needed for a fight. She just looked at him.

"No."

"So, Death. How do you know Chase?" She shuck her head. "Not gonna tell me. That's okay." House turned to go back inside.

"Rene." She said at a whisper. House stopped and looked at her.

"The little girl's name," From his memory?

"No." She stood up. And extended her hand. "Rene, also known as the Angel of Death, Death to her friends." She smiled. House took her hand. He swore it was air that was flowing but it contorted around his hand as if it was there. Like soft kisses, he thought.

"Doctor Gregory House, Diagnostician and Limping Twerp to his friend." She smiled at this. They released each other hands. She looked him over and then to inside.

"Peripheral neuropathy." She said staring at the white board through the window. House followed his eyes inside then back to where she was. House smiled at that. How she could disappear not face the consequences, or maybe another job came up. Looking down he saw her mangled feathers. Picking them up he walked into his office. Forman walked in front of the other ducklings holding up the test results. Before he could speak House answered.

"Peripheral neuropathy."

"How?" Cameron began.

"A big bird told me. MRI her back & see if there are any tumors along her spinal column." Chase smiled at this and went back out the door. The other two looking in shock but in the end took Chase's lead.

Finish for the day, Maybe more another. Death never rest, maybe a break once in a while.

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