Prompt # 148 - Foreman is actually Dr. Gant from ER. Did he try to commit suicide by El-train, or was it all a horrible misunderstanding?
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Summary: Dr. Benton from ER comes to Princeton-Plainsboro as a patient. It's up to Foreman to figure out what's wrong with him.
Notes: Okay. This really sucks. I'm sorry. I'm a terrible writer. Reviews are much appreciated. I like positive reviews more, but, hey, I'll take whatever I can get, even if they are negative. Hope you enjoy!
P.S. The fic beneath the cut posted kinda strangely, sorry, I'll try and fix it later. Thanks.
Nearly a decade since the tragedy had passed when he first started
seeing symptoms. Being a surgeon, he had a small idea of what it was,
but was too afraid to admit it. So, he saw a neurologist at his
hospital, who confirmed that the diagnosis was.....well, nothing. And
so began the round of seeing doctor after doctor, after doctor. And as
it had happened time and time before, no one could come up with an
Which is, perhaps, the reason that Peter Benton booked an appointment
with world reknown diagnostician Greg House, and flew out to Princeton
Plainsboro in New Jersey to see him. Just upon the initial visual
examination, House admitted him right away. There was something
seriously wrong with the surgeon that hailed from Chicago,
Illinois.....he was just having a hard time figuring it out.
After talking, arguing, and differential diagnosing for hours upon
hours with his team, House had no other choice but to surrender his
patient. Grumbling, he stepped into Cuddy's office.
"Still can't figure it out, House?" House didn't reply, he only nodded
his head slightly.
"Alright then. There are other patients that need your help. I'm sorry
House, but I'm handing the case off to another doctor." Cuddy's voice
held not only a twinge of sadness, but a deep overtone of
disappointment - for she believed that House would be able to figure
this case out. He always did. Except, this time, he couldn't.
"I wouldn't have expected any different from you, Cuddy." House mumbled
disapprovingly as he turned and hobbled off. Sighing loudly, Cuddy
pressed a button on her phone, and held it delicately to her ear,
monitoring the rings like a mother would monitor her child's breathing
through a baby monitor.
"Hello?" The voice on the other end finally breathed.
"Dr. Foreman," Cuddy said quickly. "I have a case for you."
"Hello Mr. Benton, I'm Dr. Foreman, the head of Neurology here at
Princeton-Plainsboro." Foreman gave the man a half-smile, trying his
hardest to look comforting and kind.
"Fore....Foreman?" The once brisk and quick-minded surgeon had a hard
time sputtering out just the doctor's name.
"How long have you been having that stutter?"
.........................while." He finally spat out.
"I think we need to do a CT and an MRI." Foreman decided quickly,
voicing his decision loudly.
...........tors.........haven't?" Foreman stayed silent, pondering the
questing, trying his absolute hardest to come up with a comforting,
"I'm not sure, but there is definitely something there."
Lie still Mr. Benton, okay? This will only take a few minutes." Foreman
called to the man through the microphone. Although he tried as hard as
he could, Benton could not stay perfectly still. "Mr. Benton," Foreman
called as he made his way out of the glass room and into the main room,
"You need to stay perfectly still, okay?"
"I'm trying." Benton replied through weakly gritted teeth. Foreman
pulled him out of the machine.
"You remind me so much of Gant." Benton said quickly, before Foreman
had a chance to say anything else. "Are you sure you're not him?"
"Sir, I have no idea who this 'Gant' even is. My name is Dr.
Foreman....do you remember who I am?" Foreman felt his pulse begin to
race. He gulped only to find that his mouth was dry.
"Yes.....but you sure do look like him. You sound like him, act like
"Coincidences do happen." Foreman answered, as he pulled the miniature
flashlight from his lab coat pocket and scanned his patient's eyes.
"Are you sure this.....this is a........coincidence?" Foreman avoided
the man for a minute, looking at the ground as he dropped the
flashlight back into his pocket.
The CT, the MRI, all came back clean. Benton was returned to his room,
and Foreman stayed in his office, the films pressed up against the
"Can't distinguish anything?" Foreman turned around quickly.
"Oh, it's you." He growled at House.
"I'm sorry, am I not welcome here?"
"I'd prefer to not have you here, if that's what you're asking."
Replied Foreman as he continued to gaze at the scans.
"Very well then." House slowly limped off, leaving Foreman to his
"Just draw another circle"
"GET AWAY FROM HIM!!" House, who had been sitting in the chair next to
Benton's bed, spun around to find a seething, outraged Foreman standing
in the doorway.
"I'm not doing anything, Dr. Foreman." House said casually, turning his
attention back to the patient.
"HE'S NOT YOUR PATIENT." Foreman yelled. "THIS IS NOT YOUR CALL TO DO
THESE TESTS!!" Foreman was practically on top of House now, staring
down into his face, his eyes wide and wild.
"Okay, okay, fine!" House screamed as he got up. "I'm going, I'm
going!" Foreman kicked the chair by the bed away, and leaned over
"Oh, Foreman?" House said from the door. "Someone by the name of Dr.
Carter called for you."
"YOU ANSWERED MY CALLS?!? YOU SON OF A BITCH, YOU ANSWERED MY CALLS?!?"
Foreman screeched at the top of his lungs.
"Technically no, I just picked up your phone because it wouldn't stop
ringing. It was beginning to irritate me."
"Why were you even in my office anyways?" Foreman asked angrily as he
shut the glass door behind him.
"Good move, let's not have the patient hearing our argument."
"Shut up." Foreman was seething now, ready to punch out House at his
next given chance.
"I was looking for Mr. Benton's file."
"Why didn't you check the nurses' station?"
"Figured you'd have it." House's reply to Foreman's question was quick,
short, right to the point. Foreman said nothing else, just turned and
left House standing by the patient's room.
"Did you look at the circles he drew?" House asked as he barged into
Foreman's office for the second time in an hour.
"No, House, I didn't." Foreman didn't even look up from the medical
journal he was reading.
"What?" Foreman snapped.
"Benton. He has Parkinson's." House sat down in the chair across from
Foreman's desk, and held his gaze against the neurologist.
"I know." Foreman said finally. His voice was quiet.
"What do you mean, you knew?" House snipped.
"That he had Parkinson's." Foreman's voice cracked. "I suspected it,
but I wasn't sure."
"Did you test him against the Unified Parkinson's Disease Rating
Scale?" Questioned House.
"I did." Foreman finally looked up at his old boss. "Did you?"
"Yes." Foreman went back to reading his medical journal.
"I'll go tell him." House said quietly, as he got up. Although he
didn't say anything, he could sense that there was something going on
between Foreman and his patient, and although he really, really wanted
to know, a lingering feeling deep inside of his body kept House from
disturbing the little peace that was there.
"Dr. House.......says.....that I...I
have.........Parki......Parkinson's disesase." Benton stuttered to
Foreman as he walked into his room. "I.....is tha......is that
tr....true?" Foreman said nothing, he just placed a syringe into the IV
port in Benton's hand, then sat down in the generic hospital chair that
was placed in the far corner of the room.
"Dr. House.....Dr. House seems.........to be.............an
"I do." Foreman leaned back in the chair. "Dr. House may be an arrogant
ass, but he's just like you were at one time." Foreman said, after
staying silent for quite a long time.
"You mean...?" A look of confusion clouded Benton's face.
"I am Gant."
"Dr. Ross had a patient several years back. Her name was Charlie. Her
pimp threatened to kill her. I was the only witness." Benton stared at
Foreman, stunned. "Because I was the only witness, and this guy was
extremely dangerous, I was considered high risk for something to happen
to me. I was placed in the witness protection program." Foreman gave
Benton a minute to ingest everything that he had just told him.
"You..........you died. You.........you jumped........off of........the
El.............the El tracks."
"That wasn't me. It was my brother, Marcus."
"Carter keeps me updated on everything that happens over at County
General. Why do you think he's over in Africa now, anyways? Because of
Luka? No. Because he wants to be a do-gooder? Certainly not." Foreman
paused. "He's over there because he's the only one who knows anything
about this. He's safest over there." Foreman paused again. "And, now,
you too, know the entire story." Benton said nothing. He just continued
to stare at Foreman. "But, see, here's the catch." Foreman got up, and
pulled his chair closer to Benton's bed. Benton had noticed that a
slight sinister look had crossed Foreman's face. "You can't know about
any of this." The numbers on the heart monitor began to rise. "You
weren't supposed to know about any of this. But since you do....."
Foreman's voice trailed off for a minute. "You must die." Foreman
looked straight into Benton's scared eyes. "The process has already
"You're going to die soon anyways? And, besides," Foreman pulled a
syringe out of his labcoat pocket. "Your wife and son left you. What do
you have to live for? Nothing." Foreman stood, and walked over to the
door. Silently, he locked the doors, and barreled back over to Benton's
bedside. "Wouldn't you rather end it now, instead of suffer through the
rest of this?"
"There's nothing else that can be done. I'm sorry." Foreman said
quietly. He placed the needle into the IV port. "Thank you for being an
arrogant ass when you were my boss. It helped me prepare for being
underneath House." And with that, Foreman began to push the final
medicine though the port, and watched as his former mentor slipped away
from life on the very same day that Dennis Gant had died, and Eric
Foreman had come to life ten years ago.