One Last Day - Part Two (House M.D/The O.C.)
Pairing: Marissa/Alex
Rating: Angstlike
Summary: A comatose woman is sent to New Jersey to get care from the best doctor - Dr. Gregory House. A House M.D/ The O.C. crossover. This will be a multi-parter.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
A/N1: This is a joint project between myself ( circusfreak_88 ) and love_movement
A/N2: Leave comments they make me us happy.
( Part One)
“I've been throwing up for days now, I can't stop peeing, and I’m swelling all over. I think I’m allergic to something…” She blinks at the woman sitting in the paper gown in the examination table. “Or maybe I’ve come down with something. My husband always tells me I exaggerate but God only knows if he ever takes anything seriously…”
She was already zoned out and the woman only just began to talk. She’d been placed on clinic duty until House could ‘figure out what to do with her.’ She didn’t mind, she thought it would give her some time to clear her head. Instead she only thought more about the girl laying in that hospital bed a few floors up.
Marissa Cooper. She’d been in a car accident with Ryan Atwood, aged 18, who was behind the wheel. They said he was run off the road by a drunken, vindictive ex-boyfriend of the victim. According to a statement from the ex-boyfriend, who was now spending some time behind bars, he tried to get Atwood to pull over, but when he failed to cooperate the man chose to force him off the road instead. The car went over an embankment, tumbled a few times, and landed upside down on a road beneath. When Atwood pulled the patient, an 18 year old Marissa Cooper, from the vehicle she was unresponsive. Fearing the worst, he claimed her death, but paramedics found her pulse. It was weak, barely noticeable, but it was there. She was hospitalized in Newport Beach thereafter.
She looked over at the calendar on the wall; it was April 12th. It’d been ten years since the accident that left Marissa Cooper in a coma, yet her family never gave up on the hope that she would one day wake up from the slumber. With brain activity spiking and then weakening and then spiking once more over time, they waited patiently for the day she would wake. Unfortunately, doctors saw little hope of that happening. It’d been too long and even if she did awaken, they would have no idea for how long or what state she would be in. Her mother didn’t give up and fought for one last chance to see her daughter alive before they gave up on the hope they’d clung to for so long.
Her mind began to wander back to the year she got her life together. The year that Marissa Cooper graduated high school, she also did. She graduated in the top percent of her class and when she was accepted to Irvine, she couldn’t have been happier. However, tragically, that is when her mother fell victim to a disease which cut her life short. Huntington’s Chorea. She’d battled the disease for five years previously, but this was the year it began to go downhill more rapidly. Though she and her parents never had a close relationship, her mother’s disease made her reevaluate some things in her life. Most importantly - her mortality. There was a good chance that she too might have Huntington’s disease.
Her mother died three painful years later. She was 22 years old and was deep in college work and college debt. She knew she wanted to be a doctor; she had dreams of it, of bringing hope of a normal life back to the people who had no hope before. She never thought she’d make it as far as she did, between the problems she had growing up and her lack of commitment to anything important, but medicine seemed to be her saving grace, the one thing that her heart never failed to love.
A year before she went for her fellowship with doctor House, she legally changed her name to Rena Hadley. Hadley was her mother's maiden name, a name she kept near and dear to her heart. Rena was the name of the professor who helped her through the hard time, the struggles, when she was sure she’d give up on medicine all together. The name had meaning and she knew that it was time to shed her old identity and become someone new. She became Doctor Rena Hadley, and left Alex Kelly behind.
She hadn’t thought of her old identity for so long she wasn’t entirely sure there ever really was an Alexandra Kelly. The name never seemed to suit her and the memories that came with it were memories she’d much rather forget. Except for the memories of her mother and the memories of Marissa, there was nothing that made her ever want to step back into those shoes.
She hadn’t seen Marissa for eleven years; they left on a bad note when she left Newport - actually to be honest - they really didn’t leave on any note at all as she’d simply walked away without a goodbye. She had moved on though, thinking Marissa was happy with Ryan. That she was never enough for the damaged Newport Beach princess. She didn’t know that things came to this, if she had known she might have done something. She might have…
She couldn’t do anything. Not even now.
“So what do you think?” The woman on the examination table says loudly, causing her to snap out of her thoughts.
“Oh…” She says, looking down at the labs in the folder she’s holding. “Your symptoms should clear up in about seven months.”
“Seven months?” The woman exclaims, looking confused and bewildered. “What is it, Glandular fever?”
“No. You’re pregnant.” She replies shortly, looking at her beeping pager, as she signs off the paperwork and hands it to the woman. She mumbled her congratulations before she leaves the room swiftly. The results were back on Marissa and she couldn’t control her curiosity. Even if she asked to be removed from the case, it was impossible for her to stay away from the one person she always loved.
To Be Continued...
Rating: Angstlike
Summary: A comatose woman is sent to New Jersey to get care from the best doctor - Dr. Gregory House. A House M.D/ The O.C. crossover. This will be a multi-parter.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
A/N1: This is a joint project between myself ( circusfreak_88 ) and love_movement
A/N2: Leave comments they make me us happy.
( Part One)
“I've been throwing up for days now, I can't stop peeing, and I’m swelling all over. I think I’m allergic to something…” She blinks at the woman sitting in the paper gown in the examination table. “Or maybe I’ve come down with something. My husband always tells me I exaggerate but God only knows if he ever takes anything seriously…”
She was already zoned out and the woman only just began to talk. She’d been placed on clinic duty until House could ‘figure out what to do with her.’ She didn’t mind, she thought it would give her some time to clear her head. Instead she only thought more about the girl laying in that hospital bed a few floors up.
Marissa Cooper. She’d been in a car accident with Ryan Atwood, aged 18, who was behind the wheel. They said he was run off the road by a drunken, vindictive ex-boyfriend of the victim. According to a statement from the ex-boyfriend, who was now spending some time behind bars, he tried to get Atwood to pull over, but when he failed to cooperate the man chose to force him off the road instead. The car went over an embankment, tumbled a few times, and landed upside down on a road beneath. When Atwood pulled the patient, an 18 year old Marissa Cooper, from the vehicle she was unresponsive. Fearing the worst, he claimed her death, but paramedics found her pulse. It was weak, barely noticeable, but it was there. She was hospitalized in Newport Beach thereafter.
She looked over at the calendar on the wall; it was April 12th. It’d been ten years since the accident that left Marissa Cooper in a coma, yet her family never gave up on the hope that she would one day wake up from the slumber. With brain activity spiking and then weakening and then spiking once more over time, they waited patiently for the day she would wake. Unfortunately, doctors saw little hope of that happening. It’d been too long and even if she did awaken, they would have no idea for how long or what state she would be in. Her mother didn’t give up and fought for one last chance to see her daughter alive before they gave up on the hope they’d clung to for so long.
Her mind began to wander back to the year she got her life together. The year that Marissa Cooper graduated high school, she also did. She graduated in the top percent of her class and when she was accepted to Irvine, she couldn’t have been happier. However, tragically, that is when her mother fell victim to a disease which cut her life short. Huntington’s Chorea. She’d battled the disease for five years previously, but this was the year it began to go downhill more rapidly. Though she and her parents never had a close relationship, her mother’s disease made her reevaluate some things in her life. Most importantly - her mortality. There was a good chance that she too might have Huntington’s disease.
Her mother died three painful years later. She was 22 years old and was deep in college work and college debt. She knew she wanted to be a doctor; she had dreams of it, of bringing hope of a normal life back to the people who had no hope before. She never thought she’d make it as far as she did, between the problems she had growing up and her lack of commitment to anything important, but medicine seemed to be her saving grace, the one thing that her heart never failed to love.
A year before she went for her fellowship with doctor House, she legally changed her name to Rena Hadley. Hadley was her mother's maiden name, a name she kept near and dear to her heart. Rena was the name of the professor who helped her through the hard time, the struggles, when she was sure she’d give up on medicine all together. The name had meaning and she knew that it was time to shed her old identity and become someone new. She became Doctor Rena Hadley, and left Alex Kelly behind.
She hadn’t thought of her old identity for so long she wasn’t entirely sure there ever really was an Alexandra Kelly. The name never seemed to suit her and the memories that came with it were memories she’d much rather forget. Except for the memories of her mother and the memories of Marissa, there was nothing that made her ever want to step back into those shoes.
She hadn’t seen Marissa for eleven years; they left on a bad note when she left Newport - actually to be honest - they really didn’t leave on any note at all as she’d simply walked away without a goodbye. She had moved on though, thinking Marissa was happy with Ryan. That she was never enough for the damaged Newport Beach princess. She didn’t know that things came to this, if she had known she might have done something. She might have…
She couldn’t do anything. Not even now.
“So what do you think?” The woman on the examination table says loudly, causing her to snap out of her thoughts.
“Oh…” She says, looking down at the labs in the folder she’s holding. “Your symptoms should clear up in about seven months.”
“Seven months?” The woman exclaims, looking confused and bewildered. “What is it, Glandular fever?”
“No. You’re pregnant.” She replies shortly, looking at her beeping pager, as she signs off the paperwork and hands it to the woman. She mumbled her congratulations before she leaves the room swiftly. The results were back on Marissa and she couldn’t control her curiosity. Even if she asked to be removed from the case, it was impossible for her to stay away from the one person she always loved.
To Be Continued...