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Title: HP/House Crossover ... As you can see, I'm not creative enough for a proper title
Author: LizetM
Rating: PG-13
Summary: They were in a sticky situation, Remus took them to the first place that came to mind. Written for the RT Challenge LJ.
Disclaimer: Don't own either Tonks and Remus, or House. :(
Warning: This is crack!fic. DON'T take it seriously.
So it was quite relieving for the man who had just appeared out of nowhere in one of the street’s lonely alleyways, that there was no one around to hear the loud CRACK that came from his magical Apparation. Nor the loud groan of pain he voiced as he lowered the woman in his arms onto the pool of dark pavement, careful, yet still, not to cause her anymore pain than the one she was already in.
“Careful, Nymphadora,” he whispered as he helped her lean against the nearest wall.
“I’m fine, Remus,” she said, with a groan worthy of his.
“Here-,” he said, searching in his robes and extracting what looked like a very slim, dark piece of brick, “-eat this,” he offered it to her, “It helps, it really helps.”
He watched as she took a bite out of the bar of rich, dark chocolate, expecting her instant smile of relief. It didn’t come. Instead, she grimaced and gave him back the rest of the chocolate bar.
“It didn’t help much,” she said bitterly.
“Then you are most certainly not fine,” he told her with a smile on his bruised up face.
He moved towards her then, careful not to show reaction to his already damaged knee contracting with the rough pavement. He noticed for the first time since they got there, how pale she was, blood all over her beautiful face and body; it frightened him, seeing her like this.
Moving his hands to feel her arms, ribs, legs, and feet, taking note if anything was out of place, he couldn’t help but feel his body warm-up with those darn sensations that occurred whenever he was this near to her.
He fancied her, that he had already accepted, and he knew she did too, but he wasn’t sure how to move on from there. He hadn’t been in a relationship in years, and he was afraid, completely terrified of how to make what they already had into something more.
Are you even willing to?
Was he? He wasn’t quite sure of the answer at all.
“Found…anything…wrong?”
Her voice, which came out as painful gasps, snapped him back to reality. He hadn’t even realized that he had spaced-out.
“I think you may have broken more than a few bones,” he answered, “Definitely a rib, maybe more than one. You damaged both your elbows and knees, and I think you have something wrong with your left foot, though I‘m not one-hundred percent sure.”
He moved his hand to her foot, squeezing, but not too forcibly.
“Ouch!” she shouted, but not as loud as to awake interest towards the alleyway they were in, “That hurt!”
“Sorry,” he apologized, “but at least we know its broken.”
“How do you know? I could just have bruised it or something.”
“Hmm,” he moved to examine her foot at a closer eye-level, “Well, seeing as one of your ankle bones is basically fighting with your skin for freedom…I’d say its broken.” He finished with a smile playing at the corner of his mouth, one he knew annoyed her.
“Yeah, well,” she muttered, “Can you fix them?”
“Probably,” he said, “but I’d rather not. It would be too risky, and I don’t want to make matters worse if something goes wrong.”
“Fine! Then take me to St. Mungo’s,” she said, feverishly, “I basically live there anyway, considering all the times I’ve been injured on the job!” She had laughed, but it didn’t put him at ease, quite the contrary.
“I can’t take you to St. Mungo’s,” he told her, sorry in his voice, “Apparating is out of the question. There’s a higher probability of splinching, since we are both injured.”
She looked at him, disbelief in her gaze, “Then what are we supposed to do? Stay here?!”
He stood up, groaning again as his body protested his movement, and advanced towards the street.
“Our best bet is to find a Muggle hospital,” he said as he inspected the deserted street, “Then, once they’ve healed you enough, we can Apparate to St. Mungo’s.”
He looked to his right, and as a car passed by, he saw it. About two blocks away, in the distance, he could read the words ‘EMERGENCY’ embossed in bright, red light that stood out in the blackness of the night.
Remus turned back, and as he walked he informed her, “There seems to be one not long from here. A few blocks down the street, in fact.”
She didn’t look happy.
“Remus,” she began in a dangerous tone, “I just saw that car pass by. It was going in the wrong direction. Where the HELL are we?!”
Amazed by her quick way of knowing something was out of the ordinary, he smiled.
“Well,” he began, rather shyly, as if not sure if this would be as amusing to her as it was to him, “You know how I was talking to Sirius in the drawing room before we went on our mission?”
“Yeah,” she said, her voice icy as the air engulfing them.
“Well,” he continued, “He was telling me this crazy story of how Mundungus had gone to New Jersey in search of this bloke who owed him some goblets, or something like that. You know Dung. Sirius said that he got into a fight with the bloke and that both were arrested by the Muggle police, and—”
“Remus, what does this have to do with us being here?!”
“Well, when we were fighting those Death Eaters, and you said we had to get out of there…well you were too injured to Apparate on your own, so I got us to the first place that came to mind!”
“Wait, wait, wait,” she said, waving her arms manically in the air, “You said we can’t Apparate, but that’s how we got here!”
“Well, that was spontaneous,” Remus replied, “I’m sure it won’t turn out the same results if we do it consciously.”
“You don’t make any sense,” she said, shaking her head, “And you still haven’t answered my question. Where are we?!”
“New Jersey,” he said, “the United States of America.”
There was silence. He felt uncomfortable under her gaze; she looked like she was just slapped in the face.
“And why, pray you,” she began in that hair-raising, low voice, “would you bring us HERE?!”
“I told you,” he said pointedly, almost begging her to understand, “Sirius’s story was fresh in my mind, and New Jersey was the first thing I thought when it came to Apparating us out of that mess we were in.”
“Hhmp,” Tonks sounded annoyed, “And what a mess it was. Oh, I can’t wait to tell Kingsley and Mad-Eye, i specially /i Mad-Eye, about this one!”
Remus barely heard the last part of her sentence, because at that moment his legs began to torture him, sending excruciating pain throughout his whole body. He needed to be healed too, he knew he was just a bit better off than Tonks, but she was his priority. Getting her viewed over by a doctor was more important than anything at the moment.
“Come on,” he said as he moved towards her again, “We need to get to that hospital as soon as possible.”
He picked her up on his arms for the second time that night, she draped her arms around his neck (a small smile appeared in his tired face), and they stepped into the night, onto the solitary New Jersian street.