I don't own House M.D, and only some of the aspects of the prologue are taken from a real event, so don't sue me!

A/N: I have never flown a plane (do paper planes count?!?) and the closest thing that I have gotten to as of the cockpit was a crashed plane in the ocean (diving!), so if I am wrong about anything, PM me or let me know otherwise! And I hope you enjoy my new House M.D story!!!

-Divegirl

Now, on with the story:

Prologue:

A small, two engine plane soared above Florida. There were about ten passengers on the plane, the huge majority of them reading a book or magazine. They were totally oblivious to the scary truth. Then the plane experienced turbulence. One passenger, a man of about forty, opened the shade the window. He could see the ground plainly, there were no clouds.

That's odd... He thought to himself. The turbulence was far too large for no clouds. Luggage was shifting under the seats, and as he looked around, he saw people becoming a little worried themselves, but they had no idea about the truth, as did the man.

That man in particular shook his head and lifted himself out of the uncomfortable chair.

It was actually a relief, even though he was having trouble keeping his balance on the flying platform in the air. Now that he was standing, he could tell that the plane was almost taking a nosedive. He was becoming very frightened. He decided to check that the pilot was okay.

He made his way to the cockpit, and since he had a seat in row two, it wasn't too far away. He pulled the curtain open, to see the pilot peeled over, not conscious.

"Oh, my god!" He gasped, but none of the other passengers overheard. He picked up the pilot, who was amazingly light. He placed her gently on the floor next to the seat, and he took over the controls. It turned out that the man knew how to fly a plane.

But not this plane...

"Air traffic control, this is:" The man peered down at the small screen. "flight 320-3. We have an unconscious pilot. Can you tell me where and how to land this thing?" No reply. Just static. "God, help me!" He cried to himself. He could see through the clouds the ground was coming closer to the front of the plane. They were in a nosedive! The passenger-turned-pilot pulled on the steering 'wheel' and brought the plane back up into a horizontal position. Finally, someone replied over the radio.

"Copy, this is air traffic control giving you directions to the nearest airport. How about the airport in North Carolina?" The voice said, all crackly.

"How far away is it?" The passenger asked.

"Only a few minutes if you stay at a constant speed." The air traffic controller answered.

"Okay. Now, how do I get there?"

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When the plane finally landed, the pilot was taken off the plane with great care and was on her way to the nearest hospital.

"No," She uttered through all the tubes in her mouth. "I- I need Doctor... House."