Title: My New Situation
Summary: Scrubs Crossover Dr. John 'JD' Dorian participates in a 'doctor exchange' and goes to Princeton Plainsboro to work in the Diagnostics Department.
Pairings: None yet.
Rating: T, later chapters might be higher.
Disclaimer: Don't own, not mine.
Beta: The lovely Tashaelizabeth
Note: This is the nice new edited version, thanks to my new beta. Give her a hand- I love her. Some bits are changed, but I really like how it turned out. It is much better.

I was not quite sure how it happened, but somehow I ended up at the Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital. Well, I did know how it happened, as I rode Sasha all the way, and my lips were a bit chapped. I still wasn't sure whyI was here.

A few days ago, Dr. Kelso announced a 'doctor exchange' he had set up with another hospital. He knew someone on their Board of Directors, or something. I was picked, though I have no clue why.

"Don't get excited, Melissa. He just picked the most incompetent doctor and figured out a way to get rid of you for a while." Dr. Cox tried to bring me down, but I will survive. I sang the rest of the song in my head. I'd make a great sassy black woman.

Kelso told me some of the details. I'd be working in the diagnostics department, I'd help out in the free clinic, and I was not to kill anyone. I don't think I could really kill all that many people, considering there would be other people there. I'm no Doug.

My goodbye to Turk was bittersweet. And heartfelt. Sure, I wouldn't be gone for long and could drive back to see him, but I would still miss my brown bear. My goodbye to Cox was less heartfelt and more him doing a little dance and singing about how I was leaving. He would miss me.

My butt was a bit sore from riding Sasha, but my hair was still perfect. Thank you, hairmet! I never really rode her this far, and I was worried. She is sturdy, but if I pushed her too hard her past may catch up to her. The shoot-out she had been in did not help my gas mileage. I checked into my motel and got ready for the next day.

I parked Sasha on the sidewalk and noticed a motorcycle. It was big and shiny and mean compared to my cute little Sasha. It could eat my scooter for breakfast. The large scrap was like a battle scar and promised grave things. I almost shivered, thinking about what would happen if I left her here. But there was no where else so I just gave Sasha a reassuring pat before I went in.

Well, it was cleaner than Sacred Heart. Hopefully the janitors here are too busy actually doing their work to bother me.Unless The Janitor had sent word ahead of me. You could never guess what he would do. He is so sneaky.

I was about to ask the receptionist where the Diagnostic Department was, when a woman walked up to me.

"Are you Dr. Dorian? I'm Dr. Lisa Cuddy, Dean of Medicine."

"Yeah, that's me." I smiled and we shook hands. She was hot, and her shirt showed off just how much of her was hot. I did the 'I'm not looking at your breasts, really' look, when I really was. Blatantly staring at her boobs would not make a good first impression. She also seemed like a woman like Jordan, and I really did not feel the need to be chewed out the first minute in a new place.

"Well, I just have to warn you about the man you will be working under during your stay here. Dr. House can be… irritating. Just try not to let him get to you. He is a good doctor, no matter how he acts." She personally led me to the office where I would be working for the next few weeks. While walking I noticed that the amount of glass in this hospital was strange. The walls were smooth and the chairs all had a modern, square look. It was like being in a fancy museum, not a hospital.

We stopped in front of a room where I could see three people, two men and a woman. Seeing into rooms without opening doors made me feel like a superhero with x-ray vision. Dr. Cuddy entered and I followed.

"Everyone, this is Dr. Dorian. He is going to be joining you for a while, as part of the new doctor exchange program. Please help him find his way around…" Cuddy glanced at her watch and grimaced. "I'm sorry, I have to get going. Welcome to the hospital, I hope you have a great experience here."

"I'm Allison Cameron. It's nice to meet you,"this woman also seemed friendly. She looked the exact opposite from Elliot, what with Elliot's crazy. Where Elliot looked like a rabid hamster, always blowing away her bangs, Dr. Cameron was composed. So far all the women I've met here have been very beautiful. The Todd would have a field day here. I can't help but feel that Sacred Heart had not only lost in the janitor pool but also the hot doctor pool.

The blonde then introduced himself as Dr. Chase. He had an accent. It was like being in the same room with the Crocodile Hunter, though Chase had better hair. Though, chasing and catching snakes and other deadly creatures did not help to keep hair in place. Even my hairmet would not be able to stand up to a crocodile attack.

Dr. Eric Foreman was the last. "I'm a neurologist," he started when the door was thrown open. An older man seemed to rush in. It only seemed like that, as he had a cane and was limping. He could not be going that fast. He went to the coffee maker and filled a mug, then sat at the desk in the adjoining room.

"That's House," Cameron said to me.

He then seemed to realize something, and came back into the room.

"What's that?" He asked, waving towards me.

"He's Dr. Dorian, form the exchange program," Chase supplied helpfully.

"Oh, the one we are babysitting for the grant money." So that was why Kelso was so willing to do this. "The only person you need to listen to is me. That one," House said, pointing to Dr. Cameron, "Is a woman, and you can't trust them, what with all their messed up hormones. Chase isn't an American, so is probably a terrorist. Not only is Foreman black but he's also missing part of his brain."

If he was missing a brain, he would be a good scarecrow. Dr. Chase, with his almost golden hair would be the lion, and Cameron could be the tin man. I smiled as I thought of the four of usskipping down the road towards Oz.

"If I were Dorothy, I'd need new shoes," I muttered, coming out of my fantasy. Everyone in the room looked at me.

"Now, why exactly did they choose you for this?" House asked, almost bored.

Because of my boyish good looks and amusing wit, I said in my head. I actually said, "Well, someone said it was to pawn off the worst doctor for a while. But I think…"

House cut me off. "I don't care what you think. You can just sit over there until someone calls for you." He went back into the office connecting to this one and then, apparently, watched TV. I went to the chair he had pointed to and sat down.

"You'll get used to House. He's not as bad as he seems," Cameron went to sit across from me.

"No, he's a bastard. He is that bad," shot Foreman from where he stoodnear the sink, getting coffee.

Chase just looked at me, and then asked, "Are you really the worst doctor?"

"Of course not. They still let me have patients."

Foreman just scoffed. "You have doctors that aren't allowed patients?" Somehow, I suspected he didn't think highly of me.

Dr. Cameron shot him a dirty look. "Anyway, try not to let House worry you. He is the same to everyone."

"He hasn't called me by a girl's name or locked me in a watertower yet." I really needed to stop saying what I thought. The room was once again silent. I just looked at House. He was not even pretending to work. My eyes wandered around the room, taking in my new surroundings. There was a strange stain on the carpet, but I'm used to stains. It looked like a lamb. I would say it was a coffee stain, but it was not dark enough.

Chase saw me looking at it. "House was shot a while ago, right there." The way Chase grinned did not fit with what he was saying. You can't talk about someone getting shot and smile while doing it. Or, I couldn't.

"Do people get shot here often?" I asked a bit worried.

"Do you often get locked in watertowers?" asked Foreman, with his eyebrows raised.

"Not too often." I ducked my head sheepishly. Even if I tried to explain that comment, it would not make it seem any more normal. Everything the Janitor did was surreal and they did not look like they would understand it- or believe it.

It was different here. I wasn't sure how I would spend my time, but something told me it would be interesting.

In the beginning I didn't know if I should put this in House or Scrubs, what with the point of view being JD, but the setting House. In the end it was House, as most of the characters will be from that.
I started writing this just because they Wizard of Oz fantasy flashed through my mind. I couldn't help it.

Comments, criticism, all of that is appreciated. Flames are also welcomed, if you feel that strongly about it. I wouldn't care, but they would be fun to read. Really, I love reviews.