Timeline: House ~ way before House. Buffy ~ anytime before Season 7. There aren't may references to the different seasons except for the last ome.
Spoilers: House ~ No particular episode, just facts about Chase's life. Buffy ~ Season 7 Big Bad.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to House or Buffy.
Note for this Chappie: This doesn't have a crossover yet but the next chapter will have already. :D
In everyone's life, there comes a time when you wonder exactly what is you want to do.
For some people, it comes in the form of a mid-life crisis.
For others, just before they head to college.
For me, it happened a long time before that.
When I was younger, already I could feel the pressure from my relatives, from the different members of my family who had high-ranking jobs and places in society.
"Perhaps he wants to be a lawyer!"
"No, I believe he has the aptitude for becoming a businessman!"
"Oh hush Hector! You just want him to follow in your footsteps! If you ask me, he's going to become a doctor, just like his father!"
Finally, after much speculation, they decided to do what should have been fairly obvious in the start and asked me exactly what it was that I wanted.
"Well Robert darling, what do you want to be when you grow up?"
The only reply they ever got, no matter how many times they asked, was a polite shrug and a non-committal reply of "I don't know." or "I'm not sure yet."
Sometimes, I wished that somewhere out there in the world, there was a list of all the possible jobs one could have and just cross off the ones you didn't want one by one.
Even if I wouldn't exactly be choosing a profession, it would be a start.
For example, there was no way in hell I was going to become a janitor.
Or a garbage man.
And there was absolutely no chance I was going to take a desk job.
Which rules out working in a bank or accounting, I supposed.
Looking back, I'm not sure of why I was in such a hurry to map out the rest of my life.
Was it because I just really, really wanted to shut all my relatives up?
Or was it because subconsciously, I wanted to know how the rest of my life was gonna turn out?
Or maybe it was because I wanted to sooth my fear of the unknown, of not knowing what was going to happen to me.
Whatever my reason was, I can only remember two things.
The first was confusion.
The second was the thought "I just really, really wanna know."
I don't mean to offend any janitors, businessmen or secretaries out there, just so you know....Next chapter will be up later or tomorrow. Please review!