CH 2: Kiss of Death

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Wondering around the dark hospital Chase came upon his favorite place but saddening department, NICU. Looking inside he spotted somebody he really didn't want to see there. He ran inside and shouted.

"What do you think you're doing?" He stopped and stared at her as her hand roamed over the babies forehead.

"My job." She leaned down and kissed the baby forehead. The alarms went off.

"You bitch." Chase wanted to punch her but knew it would have ill effect. Past knowledge and his present embodiment. "Why?"

"You know why. And you know the job." She turned back to the baby and picked the waddled form up. Chase looked down at the still form then to the moving spirit in her hand. Chase stared at her. "Don't worry Robert you know this little one will be born again. Go get some rest." Chase watched her vanish.

House sat at his computer reading several articles about his new companion. When he looked up and saw Chase storm into the conference he wondered what got him so up tight. Chase grabbed his bag then threw it against the glass wall making a thud noise. Chase collapsed into one of the chairs. Head dropping into his hands. House exited his office and into the conference room.

"What happened to you? Date finally asked you to pay her."

"Unlike you House I don't need a hooker." Chase kept his face buried in his hands. House titled his head.

"What up?"

"Rene." A simple answer but opened a whole new can of worms.

"So you do know her name. What did she do know?" House asked meteorically. Chase looked up.

"She took a baby." House shuck his head and new what they meant to Chase.

"It's her job and somebody has to do it."

"By why a baby. No don't answer that. I know somebody has to do it and suffering would entail. But it still doesn't mean that others won't feel the after effects." A child dieing was never a good thing. House leaned against the glass wall.

"So how do you know Rene?"

"It's a long story."

"I have time." Chase stood up.

"I don't."

"Why you dieing?"

"No. I have to call the baby's parents then I'm going home to drink and sleep and I have no intention of being on time tomorrow. "

"Ok." Was the only response House gave. Chase looked at House in question.

"What no rimming or anything?"

"You want one?"

"No."

"So take it while I have it. Do you know where she is at?" Chase picked up his bag.

"Best guess. Where are the most terminal patients at?" Chase began to head to the door.

"Chase answer me one question. How did you meet her?" Grabbing his bag.

"I met her first." Chase exited the room leaving a question and talk for later in the air. And House would not forget to ask.

Walking into the ICU he spotted her talking to an elderly woman who was sitting next a elderly gentleman. House walked over to her. Rene looked to him then back to the elderly woman. She extended her hand to her. The old woman took it. Rene raised up the ladies hand and kissed it. The old ladies hand dropped and so did the rest of the body. Rene then leaned over and kissed the elderly man on the cheek. The monitor began to go off. House stood beside the bed and turned off the machines. Rene smiled her thanks.

"We will talk later." Rene vanished.

House walked down the hall to his office thinking about all he has read and seen. Another subject is Chase and his issue with Rene. Rene how can that name belong to death. And how could she know the real meaning of anything besides death. Death is death and I'm a doctor. And I talk and deal with death daily. Hey, I even talk to her. His office was dark by the time he arrived to it. It wasn't a surprise when he saw her sitting in the dark.

"So there really is a kiss of death." House walked in closer to her. She looks wet as if caught in a rainstorm and no umbrella. She nodded her head.

"Do you feel anything when you take souls?" She looked at him as to why is he asking this. "Do they have a taste or flavor?"

"They come in many varieties."

"A kiss on the hand can be quit sentimental."

"Diamonds aren't death's best friend."

"Yet souls are." She laughed.

"Yeah, 6 more and I get my own set of caroling angels, or maybe even a prophet to spread my word." House took a step closer. Her eyes always glowed but they looked dim.

"You okay?"

"You always ask that to me when you should ask it to other."

"Well you are human or something." She bowed her head lower as if deep in thought. Speaking softly and is telling wisdom long forgotten or a fortune cookie quote long thrown away with the winning lucky numbers on the back.

"Every human was once an angel, every angel was once a human."

"Chicken, egg deal?" House rebutted stepping closer to her. Something was wrong. What, God Dammit! I don't like asking. She looked up at him. Her moon eyes glowing at him.

"Remember that question I asked you when we first met?" House cocked his had and made an hm face.

"The one how death can look so young and doable or the hypothetical one?" House tried to make the mood light. Sex always a good breaking topic. Yet this was death he was talking to and all that came pouring from her was more of her job detail. She half smiled then became focused.

"The hypothetical." She expanded her wings and little droplets of water fell to the floor.

"What happened?" She looked to him telling him with her body language to figure it out.

"I told you to watch out for someone." House face fell.

"Oh god." House ran out his office and barging into Wilson's office.

The picture before him made him freeze in place.

Wilson lay slumped over his desk unmoving. His right hand wrapped in his horrible tie that had blood on it. A lot of blood

Cliffhanger….. Maybe I should wait a little while to continue. Let imagination grow.

What's gonna happen?