Fall In The Light

By: Wolfa Moon.

Dis: Sorry away so long. Had a write block deal. And I saw Dead Like Me. And my idea got contorted. Finally found a way. And 'Ya ta' Gotta love Hiro.

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One would consider life as more than a dream then an actual state of being. Who's to say people think alike. To my knowledge everyone thinks differently on different scales. And all I can think of at this moment is…

Is he going to live to see another day?

One needs faith, nay hope. Hope that something better will come along. How can a man hope if he has no faith? Maybe one always has faith so there is hope. And his hope lies in a person. And if he were gone then why would he stay. Who would want to stay without it? A conundrum of thoughts and a maelstrom of emotion curdling inside. This is not him. This is his mind over thinking.

Looking to the door.

"Oh no. Not you." House stands up and puts himself between the two. "You can't take him." The figure came into the room more.

" I don't do that anymore. Hello Rene."

"Hello Robert." Rene rested a hand on Wilson's sweat covered brow.

"How is he?" Chase came further into the room. House pointed his cane to stop him from coming in further. House said sternly and evenly.

"He's alive. I can't say the same for you if you come any closer." Chase held his hands up.

"I am no longer on that job detail." House looks to Rene.

"Chicken egg deal huh." He nodded to René then turned to Chase. "So you meet her first?"

"Everyone needs a job."

"And every job can be found a replacement." Chase came in closer. More so peered over Rene's shoulder. He placed his hands on her wings, rubbing them gently. She shuddered.

"He's here." It was a whisper but loud enough for House to hear. She straightened at the words. Her wings fluttering out beneath his hands. She looked to the door. House turned to see a figure and straightened as the figure came further into the room. He could only see shadow not the actual person but the other two could see perfectly the once human shell. Rene only nodded to the shadow as it approached. House opened his mouth to ask a question. But the phone began to ring.

"Dammit." he cursed. He walked into the living room away from death. Picking up the phone he answered. "Somebody better be dieing or dead." There was silence on the other end. To long a silence. "Hello?"

"House?" Crap, drop pants insert cane.

"Hello Cuddy." Her voice sounded sad, distant.

"Have you seen Wilson?"

"Yeah he's here. Why what happened?" There was sniffle and a sigh of relief.

"That's good. For a second everyone thought it was him in the morgue."

"Could it be Wilson's brother?" Imaging the shake of the head on the other end at the revelation.

"He has a twin?" House stood shock at taking in the info. No wonder Wilson felt so much for his lost brother. Twins were known for this bizarre act. Feeling each other's pain. He had read studies about twin connection. But never figured Wilson's lost sheep to be a twin. No wonder he tried to fill the gap that was left by the emptiness of his brother's void.

"Do they know what happened?"

"Look's like a mugging gone wrong. Wilson's wallet was found on the mugger"

"What happened to the mugger?"

"Hit by a truck running out of the alley." Justice comes in the form of an unforgiving angel, named Rene. House could only smirk at that knowledge.

"I see. Well our Wilson is safe and I'll tell him when he gets up."

"Is he alright?"

"He's just resting."

"People told me that he had come in looking half dead. And others say he was the living dead walking out with you." House could only remember glaring at the people who watched as he basically carried his friend out of the hospital. That is why she didn't want him there. She knew. Of course she knew. She was the Angel who took death and released it.

"House?" She must have said it a couple of times she seemed concerned that he dozed off into thought.

"Sorry, just thinking what color you're wearing. Purple?"

"House." A stern statement in only one syllable. "Tell him to call me when he gets up. I have his wallet." House hung up the phone.

Chase came into the living room. House watched him stalk the wall taking in everything. He went to the door.

"So you were like her?" Chase paused standing straight. His demeanor nowhere near like the Chase we know and love.

"Once a long time ago."

"So you remember back then?"

"Sometimes. It's like a vague memory or a disturbing dream. For those of us who have been what she has been. It can drive person nuts if they resist them. Sometimes we are chosen. Sometimes it just happens." House looked to the bedroom. "James is fine. John on the other hand." A shadow came out of the room. He stood by Chase. He looked to House then to Chase. Chase nodded.

"He wants me to tell you. That you are a better brother then I ever was." House could only nod at the acknowledgement. The shadow walked through the door. "See you at work." Chase opened the door and exited.

House looked to his room. He was frightened.

"What should I do?"

TBC + I finished it don't worry.