Thanks for the click! First House fanfic, this one I will finish. I swear. This is not a HousexOC romance fic, but there will be some sexual tension other places. This is set before Foreman resigns, with Cameron, Chase, and Foreman on the team. He's not yet met tritter, so he's still got bags of trouble everywhere he goes.
Enjoy!
It wasn't her fault the entire world was absolutely useless. (She was Caramia, it was never her fault) Unfortunately, because it was the entire world she was fed up with she couldn't place the blame on any one person, and this irritated her to no end.
She sat on her private jet, the bright red of her Jimmy Choo pumps flashing from underneath her seat, winking at the jealous stewardess. She was staring out of the window at the coastline as it passed beneath her at speeds exceeding 500 miles an hour. Her hand tailored suit clung to her tight body expertly, her dark brown hair was pulled back in a no-nonsense bun. One of her perfectly manicured hands held her chin in its palm as she observed the ocean, the other tapped lightly on the screen of her blackberry.
She glared at the front of the jet, and switched positions, her legs slipping over one another in a practiced movement. Caramia was polished and poised, her tanned skin a beautiful caramel complexion that set off her honey-brown eyes, currently hidden behind large-rimmed sunglasses. She was a real Venezuelan beauty, despite her lack of any real curves. She had a narrow waist and a decent B-sized bust, but nothing by normal South American standards. Many suspected that surgery had corrected her small cup problem.
She sighed heavily, her tapered fingers reaching for a magazine perched on top of an expensive purse.
Damn the captain, Caramia thought bitterly, opening up the business magazine. Damn the flight crew, damn the silly American regulations about foreign planes in their airspace. Didn't they know who she was? She should be let anywhere she wanted to go, simply because she wished it.
"More champagne, Miss Fuentes?" The stewardess held out the delicate flute out to the woman. Caramia didn't even glance at the young girl but reached out with slim fingers for the glass, as she had so often done. Slight tremors made her frail fingers tremble. The glass was knocked over, narrowly missing the purse and ending up all over the poor flight attendant.
"Idiota!" Caramia exclaimed, flicking the small drops on the edge of her fingers off her hand and onto the stewardess' already soaking shirt. "Be more careful!"
"Yes m'am." The young girl stuttered, taking a step back quickly to avoid tipping over the tray of the champagne. "I'll get another glass-"
"Don't bother." Caramia said, now wiping off her hand with a towel another attendant had given her. She threw the cloth at the girl as she walked back to the rear of the plane.
"Giving me a glass while the plane is shaking. What a stupid girl." Caramia muttered. The other host gave her a confused look. The plane had been flying steadily for the past hour. The skies were clear; there wasn't even a cloud in the sky.
"Dios, I have a headache." The woman said. Her hands and arms had begun to shake even more. "You, get me some medicine." She had begun to chatter, and pulled at her v-neck. "Is anyone else hot in here?" Caramia had begun to sweat and the male host came back.
"Miss Fuentes?"
"Está cualquiera más caliente?"* She asked, her prettily arched eyebrows shooting upwards as she began to fan herself. "Dios Mio. Lllame al medico."** The host caught the woman as she fell forward, her entire body convulsing in his arms.
"Land the plane! Land it! Now! Get a doctor!"
He placed the woman in the isle. Her glasses had slipped off and her full lipped mouth was clenched tightly, her jaw shaking. Honey eyes rolled into the back of her head and every inch of her body was caught up in a painful seizure as the captain began phoning for emergency landing. He got it, of course. This was Caramia Fuentes.
The Spanish, loosely translated is
*"Is anyone else hot in here?"
**"My god. Call the doctor."
More to come. Don't you feel compelled to write a review after that cliff hanger?