Disclaimer: I don't own Wicked or House.
"Excuse me, ma'am? My fiancé and I fell out of her bubble and we don't know where we are. Oh, and she's unconscious."
Alison Cameron looked up from her clipboard to see a young man carrying an unconscious small blonde girl who couldn't have been over 18. She was wearing what appeared to be a pink cupcake, and he was wearing the tightest, whitest pants she had ever seen.
Dr. Cameron blinked once, twice, three times. What do you even say to that? She cleared her throat. "You're...well, you're in New Jersey. Did you say bubble?"
"Of course. She needs help, Miss..."
"Dr. Cameron. Come with me." She led him to the elevator. "Why is she unconscious and you're fine if you both fell out of an-uh-bubble?"
He blushed. "I may have landed on her. I think she has some broken bones."
"I would think so. I'm going to take you to my boss. This seems to be a...special case." Yes, a nutcase. It seemed like a bad idea to unleash these two on the clinic.
"Excuse me, but what is New Jersey? We're from Oz and I've never heard of it."
She stared at him in disbelief. "As in The Wizard of Oz?"
He nodded. "Yes, do you know him?"
She started to feel nervous about being in an elevator with him. "No. Not personally, no." she paged House and the rest of the team to get to the office right now. Right this second. She didn't want to be alone with...she realized she didn't know his name. "I don't believe I caught your name."
He smiled charmingly and winked. "I didn't throw it."
He's hitting on me, she thought. He's holding his unconscious fiancé and hitting on me. Fantastic.
"Fiyero. And this is Galinda." The elevator slid open. She was out of there like a shot.
"Follow me. Let's get Galinda into a room."
He nodded and followed her down the hall. She could swear she saw him skipping.
House'll have a field day with this.