AN: I own neither House nor Doctor Who. But I wouldn't mind getting them for my birthday (: My first story, and it's a crossover... D: Read and review. Not a very good introduction, and excuse my awful attempt at cliffhanger/suspense.
House sat down on the soft piano bench. He'd sat there a million times, and the seat was both comfortable and comforting. He began to warm up his frozen fingers with a few repeated octaves of various scales and arpeggios. It sounded awful initially, but soon his fingers had returned to normal and the music flowed and swelled dramatically. Somehow he was able to convey something extraordinary that most could not get these simplistic series of notes to yield.
Seamlessly, he changed into a beautiful Gershwin piece. The piece was a favorite of his and years of practice had granted him the ability to play it flawlessly from memory, without thinking.
He was soon disrupted by an urgent knocking at the door. Scowling, he reached for his cane. It dropped to the floor, and he fumbled for it with his good leg. The knocking persisted, and House angrily yelled for the stranger to wait a minute. There, he finally had the cane, and he slowly got to his feet. Even in his apartment he couldn't be left alone, he thought in annoyance.
He opened the door with an impatient "What?"
"House, we need you at the hospital. Why weren't you answering your phone?" It was Cameron. She had bleary, raccoon-eyes and a rather cross expression on her face.
"That expression isn't becoming on you, Cameron," House said, reaching for his coat. "I'll meet you there."
"I don't think so. Come on, the car's just outside." She grabbed his arm.
Wrenching it away, he asked in a mocking voice: "What is so important that you come harass me in my own home?"
"Trust me, you'll want to see this case. I don't think you've ever seen anything like it. Ever."
Guarding his interest, House rolled his eyes and followed the fake-blonde to her little car. It was still running, which was something very un-Cameron-like to do.
They drove off in silence, snow pouring and swirling down around them.
"Oh, by the way, Merry Christmas, House," Cameron smiled, turning on a perky Holiday station.
House slumped into his seat.
