Praise for DR HOUSE TAKES A ROADTRIP:
Housestalker: HI... I LOVED THE STORY, KEEP WRITING.
theshowpopper: aaw..that was fantastic! Can't wait for more
x3HouseLover: Okay, so i liked the chapter but because i'm a huge House/Cameron fan i got a little anxious to see what happens between them because of that little flirting going on between Dana and House. I was like "No House you're supposed to be with Cameron!" and all. I think Cameron would be more like House's type
Prologue
A clock ticked lazily in the corner of the room. Slow piano music drifted into the living room, which was abandoned. The same could be said for the rest of the rooms, except for the one with the piano. The actual piano wasn't the source of the music, it hadn't been touched in weeks. The music was emitted from the speakers. It was too perfect, too peaceful. Gregg House sat in a chair, wearing glasses as he read, unaware if the real madness in his life; in his head. Setting down the book, he grabbed his cane and stood up, leaning heavily on his cane. His cane sudden seemed to fade and phase, and House's hand fell right through the cane. His world tipped and the music sputtered and died. He hit the ground hard, sending his nearly non-existent cane rolling. It rolled and stopped at the feet of a woman. It became solid again as her hand touched and wrapped around it.
"No!" he protested, struggling to sit up. Gravity seemed to get more heavier. "Give it back to me!"
Stacy Warner stood in the doorway, her face registering nothing. She held out the cane and said in a voice that was disembodied, "Do you want this?"
Her words echoed in his head and he was suddenly overwhelmed by pain from his leg. He screamed an answer, tears forming in his eyes, "YES!"
"If that's how you wish it." Stacy said. Her clothes were suddenly torn, past the brink of them falling off, her hair messed up, and her skin caked with mud and the occasional streak of blood. She dropped the cane and her eyes rolled into the back of her head. House stared into the blank white eyeballs and screamed. The room flickered quickly, then faded away, leaving House to fall into oblivion...
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OBLIVION
Summary: House tries to survive, while trying to keep his relationship with Cameron from dying out.
Rating: M
Notes to Note: Cameron/House. LOST/House crossover. Character death(s)
Chapter 1 - Win One For The Reaper
James Wilson woke with a start. What he smelled salty...he was near the beach. Glancing around, he came to the conclusion that he was in his seat, but his seat was in a tree upside down. No wonder the blood was rushing to his head. He reached up to unbuckle him self just as a wave of nausea hit him. Instead of unbuckling himself, he rubbed his aching waist. The sound of screaming reached his ear and he went limp, sighing. For a moment, he thought he heard somebody running in the jungle near him, but it stopped. He shifted in his upside down seat and heard a crack. His seat tipped forward and fell from the tree. He groaned, seemingly crushed by the heavy airplane seat. Hearing a twig snap, he tried to roll over to get off the seat.
"Oh my God, are you alright?" he heard. "Here, lemme help." The voice's body moved closer, grabbed the seat and pulled it off Wilson. The voice's body was a very gorgeous, female body indeed. He couldn't help but stare.
Snapping out of his trance, he rubbed his neck and said, "Thank you. I'm James Wilson."
"Kate." Kate said. Wilson stared a moment more, then nodded and rushed off to the beach. He pushed aside the branch of a large fern and stepped out onto the beach, gawking at the sight before him. The fuselage of the plane was on its side, one wing broken in the ground, its turbine still sputtering and sucking in anything that wasn't extremely heavy, the other wing hanging in the air, its turbine a smoldering mess on the ground. There were people running around screaming for their loved ones. When he was done gawking at the scene, he started into the terror, yelling for House and the others. He froze dead in his tracks, horrified and terrified of what he was seeing. Two men were dragging a man with a tourniquet on his leg away from he turbine just as another man ran up to them, to help them, and stopped in front of the turbine. A bald man, one of the two who were help the wounded man away, yelled for the turbine man to run away. Turbine man made a attempt to yell back at the bald man, just as the turbine sucked him in. It exploded, sending hot pieces of shrapnel flying. Wilson took refuge behind the fuselage.
Cameron opened her eyes to see fire and sand. Sand covered her body and lingered in places she didn't was sand in. A rather large, burning chuck of shrapnel was laying beside her. The plane's wing was above her, angled in the air. She brushed the sand off her face, sat up, and started to stand up. A metallic groan from above alerted her to the great danger, and she looked up.
"Damn." she muttered.
The wing was full of fuel. The falling wing was full of fuel. She tore away, amazed at how hot the sand was as it scraped and burned her bare feet. The wing came crashing down behind her and exploded, sending her sprawling face first in the sand. She cursed and looked up, spitting sand from her mouth. But only one thought was in her mind:
Where's House?
Foreman leaned against a tree, breathing hard, sweat on his face. He had been beside the turbine when it had exploded. He'd barely made it out before he was caught by the fireball. He exhaled and inhaled slowly and looked up. A hand dropped down above his face. He screamed and stumbled away, hitting another tree. His eyes glided up the arm to the torso, and then to the attached head. The head was at a very odd angle, it was twisted around so far that it was only hanging by a strip of flesh. The head was Chase's head.
TBC
