Title: McNamara/Troy … (had no idea what to title it, this would just be an allusion to how Nip/Tuck titles their episodes; I might change it later)
Rating: M for later chapters and because it's Nip/Tuck
Summary: With their new firm in LA not taking off as expected, McNamara/Troy are sent to New Jersey. What new conflicts will this stir between the doctors of PPTH?
Pairings: House/Cuddy (eventually)
Time period: Nip/Tuck—Beginning of season 5 (if they hadn't taken the Hearts n' Scalpels show); House—Season 4
Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to Nip/Tuck or House, M.D. and am not making any money from this whatsoever.
A/N: No prior knowledge of Nip/Tuck is essentially required to enjoy this fic. It might help, though.
"So this is it?" asked Dr. Christian Troy as he stepped through the main doors of Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital along side his partner Sean McNamara. "It's just as as shitty as this town." he deadpanned, removing his sunglasses from his piercing green eyes and straightening out the jacket of his freshly tailored suit.
Sean McNamara removed his sunglasses as well and inspected the insides of the hospital optimistically. "Oh, it's not that bad." he reasoned, "It's got…character." he said, trying to make the best of their situation.
"Miami had character." Christian corrected, "I've never seen a town this monotonous." he moaned.
"Look on the bright side, Christian." he said as they walked up to the main desk confidently, automatically gathering the attention of numerous people around the hospital.
These were irrefutably two men who commanded the undivided attention of everyone in a room wherever they went. They weren't short of good looks either, mused the ladies in the room.
To the patients and doctors present these two men seemed outstandingly out of place here in their pretentious suits, expensive sunglasses and that immense, unmistakable, grand city type air that reflected powerfully off of them.
Sean continued. "It'll earn us some extra cash to pay off our new firm in LA while we find an alternative method to get our business on its feet. We both know that ridiculous show would have only destroyed our credibility and impeded our practice."
"Alright," Christian agreed, still doubtful of working here, even if the circumstances deemed it necessary. "But we're only staying until our publicist comes up with something—anything, then its back to LA." he stated definitely.
"Of course." agreed Sean. He looked about the hospital one more time analyzing every aspect of it as only a skilled surgeon would. "We've only just begun Christian," he said with poise. "We owned Miami, we'll own LA."
Christian was still analyzing the new area as well.
"These things take time." said Sean. "I've heard good things about this hospital."
Christian stifled a laugh as Sean shrugged and continued. "It'll be beneficial for us to contribute in broadening our range of experience with operating under different circumstances," he pointed out optimistically.
"Different?" Christian scoffed, "we're going to be reconstructing broken noses at the most if we're lucky." He said with disdain. "How much work do you think plastic surgeons get in a town like this?" he asked contemptuously.
"It's change Christian." Sean said firmly. "It's the reason why we left Miami in the first place."
"We left Miami for Los Angeles, not this shit hole." spat Christian.
"Give it time, Christian." Sean insisted, "We'll have LA in the palm of our hands before long." he assured him.
But of course Dr. Christian Troy needed no assurance of his surgical skill or anything else for that matter.
Dr. House shut the door to exam room two. "I need a crash cart in exam room two!" he said loudly, yet casually. "I didn't do it." he added innocently as he made his way to the front desk to drop off the patient's file into the proper tray and thankfully end his clinic hours for the day. Well not really end, but fifteen minutes out of twenty four hours was enough for one day, reasoned House.
He couldn't help his observant blue eyes from noticing the two professional looking men standing at the counter.
One of the men, the shorter one in the light brown suit, threw his gaze over towards House, and after a moment something of recognition filled his eyes.
"You're doctor House, correct?" he inquired while his partner seemed completely abstracted as he promptly ignored House and continued to scrutinize every aspect of the hospital.
"If you're going to shoot me, no. That would be him right over there." He pointed towards Dr. Foreman as he could be seen talking to one of the nurses regarding a patient of his. "If you're with the CIA, I'm afraid my services are no longer being offered on the basis of you being idiots."
House turned to leave but was stopped not by the man's voice, but a more familiar, feminine one.
"Dr. Troy, Dr. McNamara," Cuddy greeted cordially. "Welcome to PPTH." House narrowed his eyes as he inspected the two unfamiliar men and wondered how Cuddy knew them.
"And welcome to New Jersey for that matter." she extended her hand with a friendly smile and the man by the name of Sean automatically reached out to grasp it.
"Thank you very much." Sean responded politely.
Christian ended his scrutiny of the hospital upon this new voice and turned his attention towards Cuddy.
His appearance and attitude took on a completely different form within milliseconds as his eyes roamed unreservedly up and down the administrator's body and a devishly charming smile spread across his handsome face.
He extended his hand to her as well. "What is it with beautiful women and power?" he mused aloud, earning himself a small smirk from Cuddy which she tried in vain to conceal.
House frowned.
Christian's hand still encompassing hers, he gave a gentle but firm tug of her towards him. "I know a few things about women in power." he stated factually, his green eyes locking in gaze with her blue.
"And what's that?" asked Cuddy, unfazed by his obvious advances.
"For one thing they have the most tension that needs to be released." Cuddy didn't say anything. "You like Italian?" he inquired with a confident, cocky smile.
The smooth way he had asked the question somehow didn't have the standard effect it would have earned if most average men would have just said that. But Christian Troy was no average man. He was an expert in the field of not only plastic surgery, but women as well. These were simply natural talents bestowed upon him at birth that only progressed over time until they had become dangerously close to perfection.
House saved Cuddy from responding by formulating a quick response of his own. "She prefers to feast on the heads of doctors and cripples." he said sharply, stepping between Cuddy and Christian.
"Dr. House." he said as a greeting, without extending his hand.
Christian regarded him with a nod of his head. "Dr. Christian Troy." he stated, not holding his hand out either.
The cockiness of this guy made House want to split his cane across the man's overly pretty face but was taken from his thoughts by another voice. It was the man who had acknowledged him before.
"We've heard good things of you, Dr. House." he said pleasantly, and then said in Cuddy's direction, "And this hospital as well." he smiled charmingly at Cuddy who smiled back with a brief 'thank you' before he spoke again. "We're honored that you're allowing us to work for you temporarily."
"I've heard only good things of you as well." said Cuddy. "You're quite famous in Miami." Sean smiled at her and nodded his head in agreement.
Cuddy looked at House and noticed that he and Christian were still engaged in a silent stare and she wished to diffuse the situation as quickly as possible and made a mental note to keep those two well away from each other during the duration of their stay.
"I'll let you two get settled then, if you need anything don't hesitate to ask." she then added to House, "Don't you have clinic hours, Dr. House?"
House finally broke his staring match with Dr. Troy long enough to look at Cuddy. "Just finished." he stated proudly.
"According to my sources you have twenty three additional hours and forty-five minutes to make up." she didn't let House respond. "I don't want to hear your CIA story, House, just go." she ordered firmly.
House frowned and threw one last look back at the two new doctors as he turned to leave. "Yes mistress." he responded in deep voice, earning a glare from Cuddy as he tuned and disappeared from their sight.
She noticed that Drs. Troy and McNamara had already begun to leave in the direction of the elevators and she turned to retreat back to her own office as well.
She was always on her toes when it came to House, but now it seemed for some reason she had to be extra careful. This was going to be quite the experience.
A/N: So who likes the idea of a House/Nip/Tuck crossover? I don't know if I'll continue this or not. I have a lot of other stuff to do, and plenty of other fics to update, but if you liked it let me know and I'll try to update it. If you don't then, well, I won't feel so obligated to. Please, please, please review! It helps and motivates me so much. I think I have some fun ideas for this fic if I decide to continue it.