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"Hello there Miss."

House was more calm then Wilson gave him credit for. He was close to freaking out, how was this possible?! At first one would think House had a twin, but they both knew better, then one would think she did this to herself to BECOME House as some weird kind of Idle. But to the trained eye, one could tell, just by sight, that the wound on her leg was not hand made nor was it poorly handled. It was done by a professional.

"Do you know where you are?" House entered the room slowly, his fingers clutching his cane tightly. He didn't want to believe it and for the time being, his mind accepted his doubt. There had to be a reason, there's always a reason. The women, who House preferred to mentally call 'Gab', rolled her pretty little blue eyes, her hands resting on her hips.

"In a room with two dumb asses, answer my question." Wilson leaned over, peeking over Houses shoulder, to get a better view, to have a better look of what their dealing with. "Wrong." House stated, his body slowly circling her, like a tiger to its pray. "Your in a room with ONE dumbass, that being my friend over there since he saved you an all. Bad call on your part."

"Oh, in that case. Its one dumbass and a dick, I'm so glad we cleared this up not how about taking your head out from your ass and answer my fucking question."

"Your in Princeton hos-"

"I KNOW WHERE THE HELL I AM!" She shouted, her hands clutched in fists. "I'm in Princeton Hospital! Exam room 349, I'm female, 5'7'', blood type AB, I've never seen you two before so I'll remind you, I'm head of Diagnostician here and I'm going to give Cuddy an ear full when I find out WHY I'm being questioned and refused to see my friend."

"EEEEEEEHHH! Wrong again! Thanks for playing thou, Wilson tell her whats she's won!" Gabs eyes snapped wide when House half turned and pointed at his friend, who only stiffed in the door frame. Wilson looked back and forth from one to another, seeing confusion on Gabs face. "What?" House only turned back, settling his cane before him to lean, his eyes narrowed.

"Let me introduce myself, I'm Greg House and I'M The head Diagnosticians in this building, my side kick here, is Dr. James Wilson a.k.a panties peeler. Wanna know how he got that nickname? Its actually a funny story, you see one night he went-"

"This is the worse joke Chase could pull on me for dyeing her hair Blue. I thought it was an improvement."

Wilson pressed the palms of his hands to his eyes, letting out a groan. "Oh my god, she is every bit like you."

"She is not." House spat, "I turned Chases hair green."

"Where is Cuddy?" Gab demanded, her body starting to tense. House noticed right off the bat, she was starting to see what they thought. Two and two were coming together.

Slowly Gabrielle reached up and touched her jaw, her fingers brushing along her cheek bone to her chin, for some reason Greg did the same. It was like Wilson was watching House play infront of a mirror, one of those crazy fun house mirrors that would disorder your body...But this one changed your gender.

Like a snap Gab snatched her hand from her own face, her eyes wide. She realized, just like they did earlier. "No way." She muttered. It would explain alot... When Dr. Remy Hadley came in to preform Gabs check up, she swore she never seen this doctor before and yet she looked oddly familiar, the chick reminded her alot of her employee Randie Hadley. It struck her as odder still when she heard someone call the doctor 13, the same nick name she called Randie. But to see... To hear that this place that looked so familiar was no where close to what she knew. It made her stomach drop.

"Gab?"

She flinched a little when she heard Wilsons voice, looking up slowly. He stared at her with worry, his thick eye brows down. He looked just like Jessica... So, she was shocked and was dreaming of being in a world where she was the opposite gender. "Damn." She muttered.

"For a dream, I really thought if I pictured myself a guy, I would be hotter."

House reached out and slapped Gab in the forearm with his cane, causing her to yell out and hug herself, her eyes narrowed towards him. "Hurt?" He asked, watching with a smile when her lisp snarled. "Then its not a dream. Welcome to my world betch."

'Code Blue! Get a crash cart in here!'

Three heads turned when nurses began to run down the hall, an alarm ringing out. Wilson spotted Chase among the group and called out, "Chase, whats going on?!"

His friend looked at him in his passing, "The other girl from the scanning room stopped breathing." Wilson jerked around to tell House but his body was impacting.

"MOVE!"

Wilson stumbled back as a body pushed into him, almost knocking the wind from his lungs. Quickly he grabbed the door frame, watching with wide eyes as Gab rushed past him, following Chase. Wilson only yelled out, straightening himself up. "Gabrielle! You can't go in there!" He took a step to chase her down but he was snagged. House held him tight in his grip, his blue eyes narrowed at the hall that Gab had disappeared down. "I knew it." He whispered.

"What?"

"I told you this Twilight Zone bullshit was fake."

"What are you talking about House?! Did you see her leg?! Did you see her face, she is every bit like yo-"

"Did she see her run?"

Wilsons lips pressed shut before his gaze joined back with Greg. No, he didn't notice but now... He was shocked. Gab had just ran past both House and Wilson and chased their friend down the hall.

She ran... without a cane...

"Whats going on here?"

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"She stopped breathing, we need to open her air way!"

Chase rushed over to where Foremen worked, Nurses around them pulled out tools that Foremen called out for, the alarm system ringing, the heart monitor screaming out its rushed beats. Gab panted as she grabbed the door frame. The sight she saw killed her.

Jessica laid, her mouth being forced open. This was to much, what was happening to her. A high pitch scream hit Gabs ears making her head turn, her eyes widening.

Jessica flat lined.

Chase yelled for paddles as Gabs voice screamed. "Jessica!!" Foremen cursed and called one of the nurses to remove the women from the room but it didn't help. Gab yelled out, her arms fighting at the nurse to get closer. "WILSON! WILSON BREATH!"

"I SAID GET HER OUT!" Foreman demanded, pulling his hands away when Chase positioned himself with the pads. "Charging to 130, Clear!"

Everything seem to go silent when the bolt of shock jerked Jessicas body up from her bed, letting her land with a 'thump' back down. The monitor still showed a flat line. "charging to 150, clear!" Chase yelled again, but his voice was only covered by another.

"WILSON!" Gab yelled out as her fist slammed into one of the female nurses jaw, knocking her back and down. Moving forward, she reached out and touched the foot of the bed, watching her friends body zap back up into the air, landing with a heavy 'thump' once again. They all looked to the monitor but Gab kept her eyes on Jess. Reaching out, she touched her ankles, giving them a tight squeeze.

"Wilson....Breath for me."

"I got a pulse."

Relief rushed threw everyone's bodies at the soft and slow sound of a heart beat. Foremen started to pump the air bag to keep Jessicas lungs full as Chase began to pack away the chargers. Everyone looked to Gab thou, since one of the nurses held her bleeding lip in a rant while another helped. Gab just stood there and watched her friend breath, watched her friend lay there.. alive..

"You can't leave me that easy you bitch." She whispered, her fingers squeezing her friends ankle again.

House and Wilson watched from the display window that was forgotten to be covered, witnessing the whole display. Wilson pressed his lips before looking back up to his friend, his voice low. "What does this mean?"

"Jessicas going to live hopefully."

"Not that. Gab walked without any signs of pain. What does this mean?"

"Someone is going to get fucked over really hard. My money is on Cuddy."

Wilson shock his head, "No, Cuddy wouldn't do something like this. Her friend almost died."

"So everything didn't go to plan. We'll find out what their up to-...Wilson get a stretcher."

His friend looked up at him, his thick brows raised. "Why?" Houses teeth clenched as he snarled out, " I spoke to soon." Wilson looked back, wondering what Greg was talking about.

Gab stood in front of Jessicas bed, watching her quietly, her fingers stroking lightly at the blankets. Chase was saying something to her but what Wilson caught was the look on her face.

Her eyes were wide and her skin was white. Beads of sweat started to build on her forehead and trail down along her skin. Chase reached out to her, touching lightly to her shoulder, on impact her body slumped and landed with a heavy 'thud' on the ground. House cursed, limping around Wilson, yelling out for a stretcher. House knew that look, he knew what was coming next.

Gab curled up onto her side, her hands grabbing her scarred thigh, her nails sinking into her unmarked skin. But what tore Wilson heart in two, was the sound that followed.

A sound of pure pain and agony....

The sound of Gabrielle's screaming...