A/N: Hey this is my first fanfic, so don't be too harsh but constructive criticism is definitely welcome. Enjoy! I know that hospitals DO NOT switch staff, I just thought it would be an interesting story.
Disclaimer: No, I do not own House. House is not mine, wish it was but sadly it is not. I also realize I do not own the show "ER".
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"Good morning everyone! Grab some coffee and take a seat because I have some exciting news for you all!" Cuddy said in a bubbly voice.
Cameron wandered over to the coffee pot and poured herself, Chase, Foreman, House, and Wilson a nice hot cup of coffee. They all strolled over to the long oak table and had a seat.
"I think you deserve the 'Perky' award this morning Cuddy," House teased, "So what's the good news we are all so eagerly waiting for?" He grinned an enormous fake smile. House shook his head to himself as his chuckled softly.
Cuddy explained, "Well, my boss has informed me, that there is a brand new program where hospitals can switch staff for a week at a time. There's just one catch….the program is only between other countries, so if we accepted, we would be going to Canada!"
Cameron spoke up first, "That sounds like a really cool idea!"
Chase replied, "I am so totally in, but only if Foreman is too."
Foreman contorted his face in deep thought, then shrugged his shoulders and said, "Sure, why not. I'm in, it'll be trippin."
Wilson agreed, "I guess I'll tag along too."
House quickly responded with his answer, "Canada…you've got to be kidding me! Don't they live in igloos because it's so cold with beavers as pets?"
Cuddy slowly turned her head so she was looking him straight into his intensely blue eyes.
"House, I thought you were educated but I guess I was thinking wrongly all this time," she shook her head.
"Relax, I'm just joking," House retorted, "I guess I'll come, but don't start thinking I'm going to get fuzzy feelings inside just because I want to go on a little road trip with you all."
"Don't worry House, we wouldn't expect any less," Chase responded confidently.
"Great, we are going to go to one city in each province, but excluding the territories because they are not included in this program." Cuddy stated.
Foreman raised his eyebrows and asked, "Cool, where's our first stop?"
Cuddy quickly answered excitedly, "To Vancouver, British Columbia! It's on the very west coast by the ocean and is right above Washington."
"Sound's great," commented Cameron.
The six individuals stood up, and after chatting excitedly about their upcoming escapade, they left.
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Cameron was all alone in her bedroom packing for the trip. Lavender walls surrounded her. She plunked down her giant brown leather suitcase on her lacy white duvet. She flung her closet door opened and stood there, with her hand wrapped around her chin.
"Should I take my red shirt or my blue one? Hmmm…I'll just take both I guess. What about a swimsuit, should I bring one just incase? Or some mittens? Should I dress casual or formal….or casual-formal?" Cameron continued thinking thoughts like these for about half an hour.
Finally, after a few moments of hard labor, she had stuffed as many possible clothing items into her suitcase as possible. Cameron picked up her baggage with a grunt and hauled it into the living room. She turned on a table lamp, as the sky had grown dark while she was packing her things. A soft, dim light was cast off of her beige walls. She gracefully sat down on her black sofa and turned on the television. ER was on. Carter, the hot young doctor, was operating on a young girl with a bullet wound.
"Too bad doctors like that didn't exist in real life…"
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House was walking down a dark road towards his home. It was raining. A trickle of water was falling down his grey hat and then down his nose.
"Damn rain. Why does it have to rain the one day I walk to work." He thought to himself.
He stopped at the intersection and waited for the muffled red light of the hand to change. Cars drove by quickly and soon, House was walking again. By the time he was only a few blocks from his house, his mind began to wander. Like all men, Greg House started to think of girls, and not just any girl, the one he thought he loved but was too afraid to admit it to himself. Images of curly brown locks and baby blue eyes bounced through his brain. House thought of a conversation he had with her earlier that week.
"House, can you please go to the clinic now! You were supposed to be there half an hour ago! There is a patient in there waiting for you." Cuddy demanded
"Oh well you died and made you queen?" House replied snappily.
"It doesn't matter; I just am now go and solve that poor woman's chest cold."
"Fine I will!" House angrily answered.
Why was I such an idiot? I could have just been nice because I like her, but no, I have to be a miserable old grouch and shut everyone out of my life.
House walked up the front steps and slammed the door behind him.
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"Claire? Claire are you home?" A blond man with pale eyes shouted.
Bright yellow walls shone timidly from the moonlight. A vase with a single rose stood proudly in the middle of a circular oak table. A small pink card with a heart on the front read,
Dear Claire,
Happy 1st anniversary.
Love,
your snuggle-munchkin
"Claire! Where are you? I thought you had the night off?" he rang out into the silence again.
No answer. He slowly walked through the empty hall and into a bedroom. A large bed with a lacy comforter lay empty and untouched. He glanced around quickly and noticed a small piece of paper stuck onto her vanity mirror. The blonde young man strolled over and read it.
Working:
Monday, Tuesday, Thursday (9-5) and Friday, Saturday(12-8)
"Oh my gosh! I am such an idiot. It's Friday. I swore she had tonight off. Oh well, may as well go back home now. I guess I'll just call her tomorrow morning."
He picked up a stick of lip gloss he found on her dresser and wrote inside a big heart on her mirror,
I'll call you tomorrow morning
Chase.
Chase started a long, downhearted walk through Claire's hall, out the door and back to his small apartment.
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Cuddy was sitting in her office and playing a short game of Solitaire on her computer. She forcefully disturbed the mouse and moved a red two of hearts onto a black three of spades. She kept up this routine until a soft knock was heard on her door.
"Come in!" she exclaimed.
A mop of brown hair in a lab coat walked in through the door. His hands were in his pockets and he walked over to the chair across from Cuddy and sat down.
"Cuddy," Wilson sighed, "Why did you ask me to come with everyone to Canada?"
"What do you think Wilson?"
"I don't know."
"Obviously because you are the Head of Oncology, and you're our friend. Did you really think we'd leave without you? Plus, we need you to try and keep House's Canada comments to himself. We can't have him making a disgrace of our country now can we?"
"Too late. Our president has already done a good job of that, but I get your point. I guess if anyone comes in with cancer, I'll be there to fix them!" Wilson remarked.
Wilson stood up and started to head towards the door when Cuddy stated suddenly, "Wait, Wilson."
He turned around, "Yes?"
"Never mind." Cuddy blushed and averted his eyes. She shuffled some files to look busy. Her eyes glanced at Wilson, he was still there. "Yes? You can go now."
"Oh. Okay. I'll see you bright and early tomorrow when we leave for Canada!"
"Okay, bye Wilson." She smiled and continued her fierce game of Solitaire.
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Foreman dug his hand into the pocket of his brown jacket and found his golden house key. He jammed it into the lock of his house and quickly opened the door. Once he had taken off his shoes and put away his jacket, he walked into the kitchen. A small island in the middle revealed a large mountain of dishes piled by the sink. Foreman grunted and filled the sink with some dish soap until it had created a sudden mound of bubbles on the surface of the water. After an hour of hard labor, Foreman unplugged the sink and watched the soapy water swirl down the drain.
A small furry creature walked by Foreman's leg, scaring him. He jumped.
"Ahh!" he looked down and saw a ginger cat staring up at him with large green eyes, "Oh it's just you Chester. You startled me. I forgot about you for a second. We're going to have to find someone to take care of you while I go to Canada."
Foreman meandered over to his shiny, black cordless phone and dialed the number of his neighbor.
"Hello?" A squeaky voice answered on the other end of the phone line.
"Hey Jackie, it's me, Eric. I was just wondering if you could take care of Chester for me for a while. I'm going to Canada for a while for a business trip."
"Sure Eric, of course I will. I love Chester, bring him on over before you leave."
"Great, I'll do that. I'm leaving at 9:00 tomorrow morning so I'll bring him at about 8. I'll be gone for at least a month, but I will call you if I am going to be there longer."
"That sounds good Eric darling. See you tomorrow. Bye"
"Bye."
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Wilson had left Princeton Plainsborough Teaching Hospital right after his somewhat awkward conversation with Dr. Cuddy. He got into his car and drove back to his house, where he had a late night snack (a chocolate sundae with sprinkles). He sat down at his kitchen table to eat this yummy meal; he decided to sort through his mail. Electric bill, $103. Gas bill, $60. Cell phone bill, $35. Magazine subscription, coupons, some more junk. The last letter he had was a big, yellow folder. Slowly, cautiously, Wilson opened it. His eyebrows rose and his eyes widened. He couldn't believe what he was seeing.
"Oh no. Not now. Why is this happening?"
