A/N: This story is not technically a crossover because it only follows the stories of characters from House. However, the premise for this particular story comes from an event that happens in another TV show, FlashForward. You DO NOT have to be familiar with the show FlashForward to understand and enjoy this story. I will summarize the premise for anyone who is unfamiliar with the show. If you have seen FlashForward or know what it's about, you can skip the next part. The story takes place after episode 6.18, "Open and Shut" because that was the most recent episode as I wrote this.
Premise: Everyone on the planet experiences a blackout lasting two minutes and seventeen seconds. During this blackout, most everyone sees a vision of themselves six months into the future. Some people see nothing, and presume that because they have no vision they are dead six months in the future. Some people like what they see and want the vision to come true, others dread what they see and want to change the future so it doesn't happen. Some people believe that their vision is their fate and that it must come true regardless of whether or not they like it. Since everyone blacked out for two minutes, there were a lot of car crashes and plane crashes and stuff and casualties. So the hospital's gonna be pretty busy.
Changes: In the real show FlashForward, the blackout takes place at 11:00 am PST on October 6, 2009 and the visions occur at 10:00 pm PST on April 29, 2010. Since it's more convenient for me, I'm changing the time of the blackout to 8:00 am EST on April 6 and the time of the visions to 10:00 pm EST on October 29.
Disclaimer: I do not own House or any of its characters. I do not own the idea of a global blackout resulting in a flash-forward. I do own the idea of applying the FlashForward premise to the House characters in order to change Wilson and House's relationship. But that's it.
"If you finish up your cereal, I can give you a ride to work. Save some gas money."
"True, but then I wouldn't be able to savor the feeling of freedom as I ride to work. The freedom of not having to listen to the girly songs on your favorite radio station, the freedom of not having to hear you bitch and moan about your poor dying cancer kiddies..."
"But then you won't be able to savor the pleasure of my company," the oncologist teased, smiling at his friend.
"I thought Sam had a monopoly on the pleasure of your company," House retorted, looking over at Wilson as he dipped his spoon into the cereal.
"Nope, she's more than happy to share," Wilson insisted.
"Thanks for the offer, Wilson, but I'm a big boy and I can-"
Wilson heard laughter. He couldn't see, but that was only because his eyes were closed. He opened them and saw House's smiling face inches from his own. He was the one laughing. Wilson leaned forward and kissed House, smiling against his lips before slipping his tongue in and probing around. It only lasted a moment. Wilson pulled back again, looking at House. Their arms were around each other's waists. "I love you," Wilson whispered. House nodded. "I know." "Say it back," Wilson pleaded, grinning. "Come on, you already know-" "-You say it, though. Remember?" "All right, fine," House answered, rolling his eyes but still smiling. "I love you, James Wilson." Wilson laughed, leaning forward to kiss House again. He felt their mouths together, felt House's tongue flicking his own-
Wilson opened his eyes. He was on the floor of his condo. His hip hurt; he must have fallen and landed on it. He heard House moan and looked over--he was on the floor, too, and he had a bad leg.
"House!" Wilson cried, scrambling up. "Are you all right?"
House nodded but moaned again, his hand clutching his thigh. "On second thought, I'll take that ride to work...but better use the E.R. entrance...oh!"
Wilson wrapped an arm around House's waist, helping him up. "What happened?"
"I don't know. I think I passed out or something. Hand me my cane, I want to see if I can walk."
Wilson reached for it but as his body pulled away from House's he seemed to lose his balance. Wilson steadied him with his other hand. "Maybe I should just call an ambulance."
"Don't be ridiculous. I just fell and happened to land on the wrong side. I'll be fine."
"Let's at least sit you down," Wilson said, helping him over to a chair. "How's the pain?" he asked, going back to retrieve House's cane.
"Eight when I fell, now a seven."
"I really don't think you should try to walk," Wilson pointed out, handing House his cane.
"Just let me try." Leaning heavily on the cane, House slowly tried to stand up, but then he shook his head and fell back down on the chair. "All right, you can help me," House sighed.
Wilson pulled House's arm over his shoulder and wrapped his other arm around his waist, supporting him as they limped out of the loft. He looked back and noticed his briefcase on the floor, but shook his head. He could come back for it later, after he made sure House was okay. It was only as he helped House into the car that he began to wonder, why had the both passed out at exactly the same time?
He pulled the car out of the parking garage and onto the street before uttering an involuntary, "Oh my god!"
There was smoke everywhere. Buildings were on fire, cars were on fire, cars were crashed, children were crying, there were people on the ground and people bleeding. Wilson opened the car door and stood up, looking around to see better.
"What the hell happened?" he asked himself.
House moaned, and Wilson got back in the car. "What is it?"
"Pain's back up," House gasped.
"Hold on," Wilson said. "I'm gonna try to get us to the hospital. Hang in there, okay?"
House nodded and Wilson pressed on the gas pedal.
He had to drive carefully; car accidents were everywhere. He tried to go as fast as was safe, for House's sake, but he couldn't help staring around at all the destruction. What was going on? Was this all some sort of bad dream? It felt like an apocalypse or something. His stomach lurched. What if something had happened to the hospital? Or, more likely, what if the hospital was so packed with people hurt from...whatever had just happened to Princeton...that there wouldn't be anyone available to look at House?
"House, listen to me," Wilson said. "I don't know what the chances are of getting a room in the E.R. We can go there first, but I think I'll just take you to my office and examine you there. I'll get you whatever medicine you need, I'll make sure you're taken care of. But from the looks of this..." he allowed them both a moment to survey the disaster surrounding them. "...I think there are gonna be other people further ahead in line."
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