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Written for un_love_you
Title: A Risk
Fandom: House/Lost
Characters: Richard, Bonnie, Karl, House, Wilson
Rating, Warnings: PG-13 for swearing
Summary: Richard has been ordered to do a routine checkup on Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital... but he can't just walk in there for no reason.
Prompt: #27 I had to use you. (Author's Choice)
Author's Notes: These fics that I post are best understood if one has seen Lost up to S3 and at least S1 of House (since Lost S3 and House S1 are still both in 2004).
Bonnie IS an actual Other, btw. She was one of two women from The Looking Glass station. Also, I'm delighted to say that this fic helps you along with photographs of the scenes. Awesome, eh? I'm so happy this all worked out. This is the beginning of awesomeness. :D More author's notes at the end of the fic - they're spoilery. Your questions will be answered by the fics to come. :D

July 2003

"What did you do to him?"

Richard said nothing at first, focusing his efforts on rowing the tiny vessel. When she grabbed his shoulder, he exhaled, finally turning to face her. "He'll be fine."

"That doesn't answer my question," she replied, tossing her oar in front of her. "What did you do, Richard?"

There had already been enough delays, what with Alex trying to sabotage the plan. He didn't need her doubt and worry to add to it.

"I did what Ben asked me to do. It didn't hurt him. There's nothing seriously wrong with him, Bonnie. Just enough for the doctors to stay interested while we do our job. Now keep rowing. The Galaga is waiting."

When she saw that she wasn't going to get anything else out of him, Bonnie picked up her oar and began paddling once more. The hot sun above them had started to set; they were behind schedule. Staring at the unconscious body lying by the bow of the canoe, she bit her lip. They had enough medical supplies to assure that his condition wouldn't get out of hand.

Ben promised her that no one would die on this mission.

The Galaga left the island just after nightfall. The trip was going to take more than twenty-four hours, and they were already past the halfway point. Karl was still unconscious, and Bonnie hadn't left his side, keeping vigil by his bunk while Richard controlled the submarine. He was just a teenager when Ben put him in Bonnie's care. It had been eight years since then - Ethan found him days after he ran away from home, and he was more than willing to join the adventure he'd been offered.

Beside her were the clothes she would wear and the documents she would have to memorize before they arrived. They were going to be Richard and Sharon Alpert, and the young man they would rush in was her adopted brother. And while the doctors fussed over the patient, they would do a routine reconnaisance assignment. They needed to make sure that the hospital was still running under the specifications they required. But though the task was clear, remembering how she saw Karl crumple to the ground after Richard talked to him hours before made Bonnie feel that the task was hardly fair - especially considering where they were going.

Silently, she stood, accessing the medical supplies and getting a hold on a syringe.

"What are you doing?" Richard asked, alerted by her swift movements.

"I'm waking him up. At the very least, he deserves to know what we're doing to him and why," she replied, voice shaking. "He didn't have a say in this before you drugged him, Richard."

"You know you can't do that." His voice was hard, though it didn't stop her. She began filling the syringe with a clear liquid.

"I don't understand why it had to be him. We could compromise everything with this risk, Richard."

She was set on injecting the medicine into Karl's arm when Richard roughly grabbed her hand. "We stick to the plan, god damn it. I don't care that you've grown to love your adopted brother, and that you're afraid of what and who he might see out there. We use what we need, Bonnie. We use what and who we need to complete our tasks. The risk is worth taking."

He grabbed the syringe from her hand and pushed her towards the documents.

"You need to have his medical history memorized in the next six hours." Bonnie was about to object when static noises came from the control panel. Richard conversed briefly with the person on the other end before turning to her. "The transportation that will take us to New Jersey is ready and waiting. Our ETA is seven hours."

"We're going to have to transfuse some blood into your brother's system. He's an O-negative... and to be honest, that's going to give us some difficulties."

Bonnie pretended to look clueless. "Difficulties? But don't they say the O type is universal, Dr. Chase?"

"O-negative people can be universal donors, yes," Chase explained. "But it isn't that simple when they're the ones that need the donation. It's rare, and the demand for it can be high. I've already put in an acquisition letter at the blood bank and I put him in high priority."

"Can't you check us, too?" Richard asked. "What if we match? To be honest with you, I have no idea what my blood type is or what Sharon's is... but you can find that stuff out easy. Right?"

Chase nodded. "I can perform blood tests on you both, and, if we're lucky... very lucky, we'll have a match."

"Go ahead, Richard," Bonnie murmured, brushing her fingers against Karl's brow. "I'll stay here with K...Kevin. You do it first."

With a nod, he followed Chase out of the room. Bonnie moved to sit on the other side of the bed, helping Karl sit up so that he could eat.

"How are you feeling?" she asked, pushing the table towards him so he could reach the sandwich waiting there.

"Extremely groggy," Karl replied. "I can't even remember it coming. I...I don't get it, though. Why did you have to bring me here? Couldn't Ethan or Juliet have sorted me out? "

Bonnie shook her head. "You were so sick, I almost thought... I just got so worried when you passed out." She blinked hard, tears escaping her eyelids, and at that moment, Bonnie wasn't sure she was crying because of the story, or crying because she was lying to Karl's face. Her own brother was being used as a little tactic just so they could poke around the hospital, and she couldn't even tell him.

He gave her a small smile, which only made her feel worse. "Everything's okay, though. Dr. Chase said that after this transfusion, I'll be fine."

She nodded, pushing the plate of food towards him and ending the conversation. Overall, everything was going according to plan. The main reason why Bonnie had to stay with Karl was simply because they couldn't risk him being talked to or found alone. They were also well aware of Karl's blood type, which was why Richard was chosen to take this assignment. He would be a match, and everything would go on without a hitch. Karl would get well and no one would be the wiser.

Just as Karl swallowed, there was a knock at the glass door, and Bonnie jumped at its sound. "Close your eyes. Rest," she hissed, and though he was confused, Karl complied.

The door cracked open a few inches and James Wilson stuck his head in, catching her attention. "I have some results back," he said, opening the door wider. "I just wanted to---"

"Can we discuss this outside? He's sleeping" Bonnie said, quickly cutting him off and motioning to the hallway. He nodded and stepped out, and as she took a shaky breath, she nudged Karl's head, facing him towards the window and obscuring his face from view. "Stay like that 'til I come back."

The risk is worth taking. Richard's voice sounded in her head. "Bullshit," she said aloud in reply.

The door slid shut behind her, causing the blinds to sway a little, and she offered the patient doctor a small smile. "I'm sorry to keep you waiting, Dr. House."

"Oh, I...I'm not Dr. House," Wilson said, almost offended, though seemingly accustomed to being mistaken for him. He's...caught up at the moment, so he just asked me to deliver these for him."

"And you are..." Bonnie asked, though she was already well aware who he was.

"Dr. Wilson," he replied, smiling at her before finally opening the folder that contained her adopted brother's test results.

"We'll be out of here within the next twenty-four hours," Richard said. His blood was now in a bag hanging beside Karl's bed, a long tube transfusing it into his system. Karl was fast asleep - for real, this time, and his guardians watched him from the edge of the bed. Their routine survey of the hospital went according to plan - for the most part.

"We had a close call," was all she replied.

"Irrelevant," he muttered quietly, stepping away. "You handled it accordingly and he never even saw him."

"He could have."

"But he didn't," Richard stressed. "I've already contacted Ben and informed him of our status. We'll be home before you know it, Bonnie."

The sadness in her laugh was obvious. "Home," she mumbled, voice bleak as she turned, eyes guiltily looking at Karl. "I can't wait."

"It's a shame you don't visit your own patients, House. You should have at least met the family. He was discharged yesterday."

"Chase handled it fine. Though I'm sure Chase the miracle worker's case was heartwrenchingly amazing," House replied, not bothering to look up from the three-inch screen of his portable television. "But this week is the episode arc where John finds out that Melissa has been cheating on him with his sister," he added, pointing to the show he was clearly much more interested in.

Wilson shook his head. "She wasn't even a parent. He was just her younger brother - adopted, too, but she still cared for him more than anything I've ever seen before."

Finally, House looked up. Wilson rarely gushed the way he just did, so he reacted the way he usually reacted with Wilson. "What is it, Jimmy? Did mommy and the stork never give you the baby bwudder you prayed for at night?"

To his surprise, Wilson didn't respond. House never thought he could actually strike a chord with his best friend, but apparently he finally did. His forehead briefly scrunched up, but reading Wilson's expression was too easy - he figured it out within moments. He shut the tv off and set it on the desk.

"You never told me about this."

"You never asked," Wilson shot back, instantly regretting the sharp tone he used. When he spoke again, his voice was softer. "He was the youngest. ...this all happened before we met. I haven't seen him in eight years. He literally just disappeared one day. Ran away. Ma was never the same after that."

The room grew quiet for a long while, and was only disturbed by Wilson's beeper going off. The jarring noise shook him out of his reverie.

"Shephard needs my help in surgery," he mumbled upon reading the message, standing up and quickly heading for the door. Before he left, he looked at House and detected that unmistakeable light of curiosity in his eyes. Sighing, he shook his head. "Second from the top, left drawer."

When Wilson shut the door behind him, House stood up and moved to Wilson's chair - noting how it was much cushier and more comfortable than his own - before opening the drawer he'd designated. At first, all he saw were random papers and knick-knacks; it was the one messy drawer Wilson had in his entire office. After more rifling, though, House finally found what he believed his best friend was referring to.

On the back, it had Wilson's familiar handwriting on it, though it was faded, and it seemed a bit less refined. House guessed that the young man in the photograph would be in his early to mid-twenties now.

Karl and Ma, Summer '94

Additional Author's Notes:
- Photographs taken from Lost episodes Through The Looking Glass and Not in Portland, the House episode Cursed, and the film The New Swiss Family Robinson.
- The fact that Wilson has a brother he hasn't seen in nine years (--in 2004, eight in the fic since it's a year earlier) was stated in the episode Histories.
- I've been wanting to utilise the fact that Nestor Carbonell (Richard) appeared in an episode of House for ages now. By sheer coincidence, I accidentally discovered that the woman who plays his wife in the House ep, Tracy Middendorf, plays Bonnie - one of the Others from the Looking Glass station. Thus this story was born. AND SO IT BEGINS. :D


( 7 — look after you. )
Jul. 7th, 2007 03:35 am (UTC)
Jul. 10th, 2007 05:33 pm (UTC)
Dude. Seriously this was awesome. I totally squeed at this part:

"Irrelevant," he muttered quietly, stepping away. "You handled it accordingly and he never even saw him."

"He could have."

"But he didn't," Richard stressed.

And! They're brothers! And... and... I love Richard in this. He's so cold! But so Richard. And the photos! How perfect!
Jul. 11th, 2007 12:50 am (UTC)
I just see Richard as so badass like that. Benry Galinus is nothing. Richard's awesome. hahahaha.

And THANK YOU for checking it out. I know you aren't huge on House so it means a lot - there's more to come.

Jul. 10th, 2007 05:35 pm (UTC)
This is a really great beginning to a crossover, it's mysterious yet still believable. I'm intrigued.

Your House voice is pitch perfect! His mocking of Wilson was great and it allowed a nice transition to the shocking reveal.

However, you're normally such a 'less is more' writer and I wish that had been used here since people rarely speak what is going through their minds.
This line:
"I don't care that you've grown to love your adopted brother, and that you're afraid of what and who he might see out there."
felt clunky to me.
Sorry, just a bit of (hopefully helpful) concrit.

Overall, the story was great!
Jul. 11th, 2007 12:48 am (UTC)
This is a really great beginning to a crossover, it's mysterious yet still believable. I'm intrigued.
-Aw, thank you, Alison! That means a lot to me. The next ones are coming soon, hopefully! :D

Thanks for the concrit, too. I can see what you mean - the entire second half of that sentence could have been eliminated and it would have worked fine.

I really appreciate you coming over to read. Thanks again!
Sep. 11th, 2007 02:38 am (UTC)

Anyway. THIS KILLED ME. Just. Everything. EVERYTHING. Karl being chosen because they knew he had the same blood-type as Richard - SUCH an Others thing to do. Your Richard and Bonnie voices were amazing.

And the last section! Wilson's brother! O_O!

AND THE PHOTOS ♥ They worked so, so well.

Oy. If you ever get inspiration for it, you should really really write some more of these crossovers. Because you rock at them ♥
Sep. 11th, 2007 09:23 am (UTC)
Thank you so muuuuuuuch! ♥ I still fully intend to continue this claim. Most of the prompts already have crossovery ideas/stories attached. I just need to find the time to write them.

Worry not... much Chittleton ahead. :D

Thank you, Dayna. You got me into this crossover. XD
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