I do not own House M.D.

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Well, this was new.

House sat dumb founded on the couches outside of the ICU, his eyes keeping watch on the display behind the glass window. Wilson sat beside him, his fingers laced, no doubt having endless questions running threw his pretty little head along with disbelief. They both watched, for the first time, a lost of words, staring at the two individuals that rested. One women sitting in a chair, the other sleeping soundlessly on her metal bed.

It had been two days since that storm. House awoke in a dazed state to be greeted by Wilsons wide scared eyes. His body felt heavy and slowly the tearing pain in his thigh started to come to life. Quickly he was rushed out of the water filled room to be taken care of, but on his way out, he did notice something off. There were two extra other people.

It took a while, but the pain in his thigh dulled down to a mere throb, thanks to the morphine Wilson to happily pulled out. As much as he regretted, Wilson had told him that due to the shock, they both had to be checked over to make sure there was no internal bleeding. Houses replys of 'I'm fine' wouldn't cut it. House argued about having random nurses touching him that Wilson offered to do it himself, finding it was a quicker and safer way.

"Who were they?" House muttered, taking a slow deep breath. Goosebumps danced acrossed his arms at the feel of cold metal as Wilson pressed his stethoscope against his back. His friend stayed silent, listening for anything out of place before answering. "Dont know."

"They weren't in there earlier."

"Nope."

"Then why were they there when I woke up?"

"I figured if I brought you two hookers to do a little mud wrestling you would stop spitting in my sandwiches."

"Why Jimmy, you need three hookers."

"So you do spit in my lunch!"

He looked at Wilson with a glare causing his friend to sigh, his hands lifting up in a surrounded as he went back to work. "Look, I don't know any more then you do. When I woke up they were laying there and surprisingly one of them knew who I was."

"Wilson, were you hitting some strange behind my back?" House smirked, pulling on the scrubs he was given. His other clothing were soaked. His friend only sighed muttering, "I wish." Shakes his head, he waved his hand, signaling House to lay down flat on the paper sheet table. As House pushed himself up, Wilson rolled his fingers threw his hair sighing. "When she woke up, she knew my name House. I've never seen her before in my life and yet, she knew my name."

"Wow, I bet its love at first sight." House huffed, pulling his right leg up to ease the pressure on his thigh, "What? Did she just utter your name? Whisper her undieing love for you and plea to be your Mrs. Wilson number 4 and soon Ex?"

"She said when did I get my hair cut."

Pushing himself onto his elbows, House stared at Wilson questionably.

"Well?"

"Well what?"

"When DID you get your hair cut?"

"House! You know I havn't! My hair appointment is next week!"

"See this is why everyone thinks your gay. Making hair appointments, next thing you know, you'll be telling me you schedule yourself for manicures!" He meant it as a joke but when he watched Wilsons face go from tan to beat red, his jaw dropped. "Oh god....don't tell me you actually-"

"LAY DOWN!"

House let it drop... for now. But it was hard to keep himself from laughing out loud. He sighed deeply thou, his shirt getting raised back up to let Wilsons hands touched his stomach, feeling around slowly for his organs. He would never tell him, but House enjoyed Wilsons hands... That didn't sound gay did it? While his were rough and calluses covered, his friends were gentle and soft... most likely from all the lotions he uses. Damn neat freak.

"Thats why."

House opened one of his eyes to glance up at his friend, a brow raised, "Why what?" Wilson blinked, telling House he was talking to himself. "Oh, um... Back when she, the girl who knew my name, woke up. When I looked at her.. she reminded me of someone but I just couldn't put my finger on it."

"I take it you finally found out who it was?" House mused, closing his eyes once again.

"Yeah.... She looked alot like you."

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"GET OUT!"

House and Wilson both jumped at the sudden shout. They watched as 13 back out quickly from her exam room, her face being covered by her clip board. House snorted at the sight as a handful of tongue pressers were tossed threw the door frame, making her yelp. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean anything by it!"

"Bull crap, what kind of doctor are you?! Have you never seen a thigh before? Get out!" Wilson could not believe such behavior as 13 quickly retreated, making her way over to them. "What did you do?" House asked, his voice not even trying to hiding the humor he felt.

13 only looked at them, her face showing doubt and fear. As thou she didn't want to tell them. "Aw come on, I promise mommy and I wont be mad, just disappointed." Wilson only rolled his eyes at Houses comment. 13 clutched her clip board. "I was running a check up on one of the women found with you."

"The one that woke up?"

She nodded, her eyes glancing over her shoulder, " It seems the other one hasn't woken up yet. We found bruises on her shoulder and chest telling us that she hit by something hard."

"Most likely by her friend."

"Or her lover." House offered making Wilson smack his shoulder. "Did you find out anything? Their names? History? Did she say how she got there?"

13 turned away then, her lips pressed. "She says she has no idea how she got there, she's been asking about her friend, Jessica and how she's doing. This one is very stubborn and wouldn't put on a hospital gown, it took two of guys to get her under control!"

"Sounds like my kind of women." House stated, nudging Wilson with his elbow grinning. "So tell me, what is my futures toy's name?"

He saw it then, 13's face falling. "That... is where its odd." Both doctors stared at her, waiting for her to explain herself and 13 found herself not wanting too. They would think she's crazy but if they saw what she saw... they would know.

"Well spit it out! Damn, its just a freakin name!"

"She says... her name is Gabrielle House."

Houses eyes widen slowly as Wilsons lips parted. This... this couldn't be right. "Well... House is a very common name." Greg muttered, looking down to his friend, noticing how Wilson was covering his mouth.

"Oh my god... House... She's you."

"Shut up Wilson. There's no way in hell that could never happen."

"B-But she looks just like you! She dresses like you, damn it House she even has your name!"

"She's a stalker! Or maybe my father had an affair with some other women and she's here to have a tender moment with me, there's no way she can be me! Thats just stupid!"

"House, she is you."

Blue eyes snapped to 13 making her jump, her arms hugging the clip board tightly to her chest. "How is it even POSSIBLE, show me how this 'twilight zone' bullshit can really happen?"

"I saw her leg."

That did it. House rushed by his employee, limping towards the very exam room that held this shouting women. He needed to see, there was no way it was possible. Wilson was close in on his toes, disbelief in his own eyes.

House came to a slow stop when he entered the room, his eyes searching in til he found his target. And there she was.

Turning, Gabrielle House stood, blue eyes, the same cold blue eyes Greg would look at every morning in his bathroom mirror, glared at him. Everything seemed to go quiet as his mind began to race. This was her. His mind flashed back to the moment in his office when he stared at his glass window, watching the rain pour. He thought it was just his imagination, shit he even thought it was the vicodin! But in that sudden flash of white light, when he thought he saw someone else in his reflection.

That someone was her, it was like she stepped out from the glass and pulped right down in front of him.

Her hair was messy and tossed, as thou it hadn't seen a hair brush in weeks, thick brown stands covering her angry face. Little lines of wrinkles lingered on her forehead, due to the fact her eye brows were down while bags laid under her eyes. Even thou she looked as thou she was ready to claw the next persons throat out, House could not help but notice how pretty she looked.

She could pass as Houses twin sister... But House didn't have any siblings... Not even a love child, he looked, he searched, he had no other bloodline. His eyes trailed down, his mind hoping that what 13 said was wrong. But there it was, as plain as day. He heard Wilsons sudden intake of breath, telling Greg that he too just noticed.

Just barely covering her legs, the gown showed House his proof. Upon her right leg laid a splotch of ruined flesh. A bruised scar showing how someone had went in and ripped the very muscle and tissue from her.

She was him.

"Answer me."

House shock his head a little, his mind snapping back out from his thoughts. Looking back up, his eyes joined hers. "What?"

Her lips snarled, annoyance covering her face.

"Open your ears grandpa, I said who the hell are you and where is MY Wilson?"