The Sisters Of House

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters used in House. However I do own the ones that you've never heard of e.g. his sisters.

Chapter 1 – Prologue- Two girls, one boy

1974 - 32 years ago.

Alice, Greg and Erica House. Three very different kids.

Alice, the eldest child. The most mature, she was smart and the sensible child.

Greg, the middle child. He was sarcastic, moody and equally as smart as his sister.

Erica, the youngest child. The baby of the family, she was the attention seeker, the blonde bombshell. No one could forget about Erica.

No three kids could be more different.

Alice would quietly sit in the front room and read a thick book full of knowledge for hours, while her brother and sister would eventually get in a fight with each other.

"Greg! I want to watch something else! This murder programme is boring!" whined Erica tugging at his 'Rolling Stones' t-shirt.

"Go away, I'm trying to figure out who done it." He said swatting his sister away as his eyes remained upon the TV.

"It was the freaky looking one." She concluded.

"Don't you get these programmes at all?" he asked turning his head and giving his sister an icy blue stare. "The freaky looking one is never the person who done it. Did you never watch Scooby Doo?"

"A few times, anyway what's that got to do with anything?" Erica asked whilst crossing her arms and keeping her eye upon the remote, which at the time was held in her brother's left hand.

Greg just rolled his eyes and went back to watching the screen.

That's when she jumped on him and stretched out her arms to snatch the remote.

"Give it!" she screeched.

"Alice! Get her off me!" House said looking to his elder sister, whilst being in pain from his younger sister who was crouched on his back.

"Erica, get off Greg." Alice said lazily, eyes still glued to her book.

"I meant physically removing her from my back Alice!"

Alice observed the situation, and then grumpily moving from her seat, she placed her book down next to her glass of orange juice. Then she gracefully walked over and locked her arms around her sister's skinny waist and pulled.

"Al! Get off me!" Erica screeched.

"You're sure strong for a twelve year old Bloss." Alice groaned whilst still pulling at her sister's waist, "Greg stop moving! I can't get a proper grip if you keep moving!"

All three of them looked like they were dancing oddly in the living room.

"I am trying to stand still but Bloss is heavy! Get her off me already! She's breaking my back!" Greg shouted.

"I've…nearly…got it!" Erica said as her stretched arms, they were centimetres away from her target, for a brief second she looked back to see her sister tumbling in slow motion.

"Al! No!" Greg and Erica shouted simultaneously.

That was when Alice fell over and pushed the two forward. As Alice lay on the floor observing in horror Greg and Erica where flying forward into the table.

With a smash the glass was broken, the table had toppled over and the book was ruined.

"Look what you've done!" Alice screamed as her book was now stained with orange juice and her favourite glass was broken into smithereens.

"Bloss started it!" Greg retaliated.

"You should've turned it over when I asked you in the first place!" Erica pouted.

"When will you two just grow up?" Alice screamed at the orange juice ridden pair.

"I'll grow up when Fido down the road stops pissing on our bushes." Greg snarked

"And I'll grow up when Greg does." Erica said to keep in the conversation.

Alice gave up and stormed into her bedroom, not forgetting to slam the door when she was inside.

It was just another day in the House household.

"What have you two done to upset your sister this time?" Their mother asked as she came through the front door carrying bags of shopping.

"She started it." Greg said while glaring daggers at his younger sister.

Blythe House looked at her orange soaked children and sighed, "What was it this time?"

"Greg wouldn't turn the TV over" Erica said glaring over at him. Greg had just thrown his Rolling Stones t-shirt in the washing machine.

"But I was watching something!"

"Ok, that's enough" Blythe said sternly. She never shouted. She left that to the children's father. She walked over to the fallen table and picked up the sopping book.

"Is this Alice's?" she asked.

"Yes" both children answered while looking to the floor.

"Right, you're going to save up and buy Alice a new one. You both have to save up half each."

"But…" Erica began.

"No buts' in this household. Now, go do your homework before you dad comes home. We won't tell him about this will we?"

"No mom." They said still glaring daggers at each other. Greg didn't want to face his father about this. He'd get a harsher punishment then Erica would get and House did not like getting told off by his father.

AN: So, like it? Please review it! Funnily enough this idea came to me at very early hours in the morning and I just had to write it up. I would like at least 5 reviews until I upload the next chapter.

Thankies for reading. By the way, thankies is copywrited by me hehe.

Next chapter is called Alice.