A.N.- Here's Chapter 12!

Chapter 12- Déjà Vu

Elena Amber

"What do we have?" James asked as House left. Around the table sat Cameron who was holding Chase's hand, Foreman, Thirteen, and Taub. James sat at the head of the table and I had my marker ready to write on the board. "Anything?"

"Twenty-three year old male presenting with jaundice and unexplained weight loss," Thirteen said, "he was admitted a few hours ago."

I wrote the words on the board. "Sounds like adenocarcinoma," I said having heard the symptoms with Seth when Tiff and I brought him to see James for the first time and he had said that there was nothing we could do except take palliative measures. "My brother had the same symptoms."

James got up and I handed him the marker. "Go run a biopsy and liver function tests," he wrote those on the board and each member of the team got up and left. I sat down in a chair.

"It's just like Seth's cancer," I said.

"We don't know yet," he said and lifted me against him after he scrawled a note to the team, "if you want, we can leave Cameron in charge."

"Thanks," I said and I could already feel tears pooling in my eyes, "I just don't want to end up in a puddle of tears."

"Hey, hey. It's all right," he said as we walked towards his office, "I understand." We got to his office and he opened the door and we went to his desk to sit down.

"Do you still have Seth's case file?" I asked blinking.

"Are you sure you can handle seeing it?" James asked rubbing my back, "I still have it whenever you're ready."

"I want to see them," I said, "because I want to see if I can get the team to help this guy. He's only twenty-one so that means he could have a few more years, right?"

"It's unlikely if it's pancreatic cancer that he'll have that long, love. Those symptoms suggest metastasis and if that happens the five-year survival rate is lower."

"Oh. Where could it metastasize?" I asked, thinking about Seth's PET scans and his cancer filled body lighting up like a Christmas tree.

"Pretty much anywhere."

"I'm so sorry Elena," he said and kissed my lips and rubbed my right side. He turned on some soft Spanish guitar music as we just sat. I closed my eyes.

"Can I… can I still see the file?" I asked.

James got up and went over to a filing cabinet and pulled out a file after searching for a moment. It was a manila folder with Victor; Seth Leonard written on the tab. James put his hands on my hips so I could sift through the file at my own pace. On the first page there was a picture of Seth and a detailed history.

"He didn't have scoliosis like me," I said, "I was the youngest, only girl, and also the special child because I had an illness."

"And Seth was okay with it?"

"He didn't care, it meant that he got to play Mr. Protective Older Brother and he thought that made him look macho. And he stayed that way…until the diagnosis," I sighed, "I can't look at it. I thought I could, but I just can't…"

"House!"

House appeared even though I thought he was at the clinic. "I'm going to give her two milligrams. It's not enough to sedate her, but it'll take any anxiety away. Pistol, kiss Wilson for me," I felt one of House's hands steady my right shoulder and James tightened his grip on my hips and I kissed him. "Good," House said softly and the needle went into my arm and he pushed down on the cap. The needle came out and House smirked. "If you need more, just holler. I won't be doing anything."

"Why do you always give me the Diazepam?" I asked.

"Because I need Wilson to distract you and I think it's more fun that way," he smiled wickedly and touched my cheek before leaving.