Author: GiGi892
Rating: T
Summary: Huddy! The PPTH gang goes on a cruise. What romance will ensue? Not good at summaries! R&R! Please!!!!!
Disclaimer: Yeah right! I took me two months just to spit this story out! I don't own House or the characters…I wish I did : (
A/N: This is my first fic…ever! Be kind please! Not sure how many chapters there will be- I'm kind of winging it so enjoy! R&R!!!!!!!
It was two weeks away from PPTH's annual medical gala. This year's theme was to be, "A Night Under The Sea". What more appropriate setting than on a five-day cruise? The Carnival Cruise Line was set to board passengers at the New Jersey port and make its way to the destination: Miami, Florida. All guests were allowed to accompany one guest of choice. Everyone attending the five-day paradise was excited to attend. All except House, of course.
"House", Wilson begged, wearing his lab coat in the middle of House's office "please, go on this cruise! Everyone's going."
Tossing his thinky thinky ball in his strong grip, House replied in an annoyed sigh sitting behind his office desk, listening to Ozzy Osbourne's Crazy Train, "Steve will be lonely, not to mention starved to death if I attend this thing".
"You're seriously going to sit home watching a rat? Watch General Hospital re-runs? Drink you're way into oblivion for a week?" Wilson questioned.
Mock hurt in his tone, "Steve McQueen is more than just a rat! He's family! Not to mention quite the party animal." House defended his pet rat. Rolling his eyes, Wilson pressed on.
"Free food. Free booze. Beautiful women to ogle at. It's Miami-sunny beaches and hot babes. House considered the offer. However, being as stubborn as he is though, House still refused the tempting offer. Defiance is his thing. Why ruin a perfectly good reputation?
"All of us are going," House continued to roll his eyes at Wilson's request, " and besides, you can bring a guest. I'm sure you'd be able to find a Julia Roberts for a week".
House couldn't help but chuckle, " Using a Pretty Woman reference, Wilson you must be desperate!"
Wilson disregarded House's remark and tried his skills at persuasion. House ignored and yet the determined oncologist babbled on. Lost in thought, House imagined this cruise. He could go, bring Steve along for the ride, snooze with a bottle of Jack, and drink the week away. Hell, why not?
Wilson snapped him from his imagination, " Cameron is bringing a friend, and Chase is bringing his girlfriend". The only thing stopping House from this blissful weekend from happening- annoying colleagues! "Foreman is bringing his mom." The room was silent for brief moment.
To this both doctors broke out into a fit of crying laughter, in which House replied, "Wow!" The men continued to chuckle until House finally made a point to ask, "Wilson, why is it exactly that you need to me to go on this cruise?"
Wilson hesitated but finally mustered up the courage to ask House a favor, preparing himself for the teasing that would ensue. "Like I said, people are bringing guests. Cameron is bringing a friend, Cuddy invited her date and I was hoping to bring Emma."
The second Wilson mentioned "Cuddy" and "date", House sat up straight behind his desk. He looked like a deer caught in headlights with a mere flash of panic washing over his face. For some reason, a ting of jealousy filled House. Why would he care if Cuddy had a date for the cruise? Again, Wilson interrupted his train of thought.
"House? Hello? Still alive?"
"Uh, yeah. Wilson explain exactly how I provide a favor for you and your date? Trying to spice up, what is it marriage number three? Four? Who's counting? That's fine if you're into that stuff, but I'm not really into the guy on guy type of action."
Again James Wilson rolled his eyes at House for his perverted thoughts. He clarified. "Marriage four. Exactly why I need your help. I need you to watch out for me on the cruise. I really want this to work with Emma. I can't be tempted"
Yes. Marriage number four to a Miss Emma Carrington, a witty chef from Neptune, New Jersey. Wilson would never starve again. House had met her when she brought Wilson lunch at the hospital. Emma was blonde haired, green eyed with average features- a clumsy little thing. She seemed intelligent, caring, and unlike the other wives, actually looked right with the one unobtainable James Wilson. Even though House constantly made fun of Wilson's marital pattern, he truly did want to see his friend happy. Emma really could be THE one.
House agreed to Wilson's request. Being House, nothing ever comes for free. "I'll play babysitter Wilson, but you have to cover my clinic duty for one month."
"One Month? No. Two weeks."
"Three weeks. My final offer. You can take it our leave it and look for wife number five." Ha ha, house is such a negotiator.
"Deal," Wilson sighed in relief "When we get on the ship, page me a couple times a day a check up, a reminder."
"You do realize this is extremely pathetic, besides I thought that gold band on your finger was the reminder."
"Better safe than sorry", and on that note, Wilson exited House's office. House supposed it would be easy to keep Wilson out of trouble. House was far more interested in meeting this mystery man of Cuddy's. Oh yes, House had plans. With that thought, House abandoned his comfy leather couch with an agenda. He was a man on a mission.
TBC
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xoxo...GiGi892