A/Nhey people of Earth! i had this idea while my brother was making me watch HM. (FYI, I absolutely LOATHE Hannah Montana) This is suppose to make fun of her. By the way, there are some references to another fic I wrote called Attack of the Boy Bands. You don't necessarily need to read it, but it would help a little! this is not finished and i will only continue it if someone asks me to! Reviews are love, but if you're lazy like me, a favourite is appreciated!

Btw, I dont own anything! (and if i forget to write a disclaimer its because i have OECD, and I'm thinking about Edward)


It was a normal day on tour, Miley Stewart was laying around in her tour bus with her two best friends, Lilly and Oliver. They had just pulled into Princeton, New Jersey, and Miley was anxious to get to the concert. Suddenly, she could feel her throat closing up.

"Lilly!! Oliver! Helppp!! agh!" gasp They screamed and tried to help their friend as she turned a delicate shade of blue.

Lilly grabbed the Hannah cell-phone, and threw the wig on Miley.

"911? Hannah Montana isn't breathing!!"

Meanwhile...

Dr. Gregory House was just getting to sleep when his boss, Dr. Lisa Cuddy came through his office door. "HOUSE!! House, you've got a case. Unexplained anaphylaxis in a girl who's been checked for allergies a million times, all negative. You will like this one...it's another celebrity, but this time don't pester her until she sings at a benefit." Cuddy handed him the file and walked out of the door.

He looked down at the file.

"Hannah Montana?"


House walked into the Diagnostic room. "Differential diagnosis for unexplained anaphlaxis."

Chase looked up from his crossword puzzle. "Alleriges?"

House smirked. "Thank you, Captain Obvious for enlightening us on the wonders of your mind. The girl's been tested for allergies several times. All negative. Oh, by the way its Hannah Montana, whoever that is."

Surprisingly, Foreman looked up. "No way! It's Hannah Montana? Sweet!!"

House sent him an extremely puzzled look. "Okay, since Foreman here knows all about the girl, why don't you tell the class about little Miss Montana?"

Foreman sighed. "My niece likes her. She made me go to a concert with her once. We had tickets to go to her performance this weekend. She's a huge pop star, only she has good music, not fluffy stupid stuff. Maybe I can get her autograph! For my niece, I mean."

"Okay, so she's another popstar. You know what we do with those right, Kyle? -oops! I mean Chase!" House snarked as Chase turned bright pink. Last year, House had found out that Chase was in an 80's boy band before becoming a doc. Let's just say the end result was sappy 80's love songs at a benefit.

Cameron finally decided to put her two cents in and said "I've heard one of her songs before! Life's what you maaakke itt..."

And she began to sing an off-tone version of the song. She had begun to be a bit loopy at work now that she was jumping House every 5 minutes in the nearest unused utility closet.

Halfway through, Wilson walked in and began to sing along.

By the time Cameron and Wilson finished their duet, House was rolling on the floor laughing. Forman clapped enthusiastically. "That was great, but shouldn't we be concentrating on the case?"

Wilson piped up. "What case?"

"Hannah Montana. Unexplained anaphlaxisis. She's here. In room," House looked down at the folder. "...346"

At this Wilson turned around and ran out the door and toward the elevators. Cameron, Foreman, and Chase ran after him, all eager to see their favourite popstar. House smirked at their fangirl-ness and limped toward the elevators after them.


After a seemingly long elevator ride to the third floor, the crazed docs ran into Hannah Montana's room. "Hey there!" Cameron said excitedly. "You're Hannah Montana!"

Miley smiled. "Yes, yes I am. Do you know what's wrong with me? I really need to go to my concert. I can't let my fans down!"

Cameron smiled. "We won't let you miss it! But we have to take some tests first-"

"Can I have you're autograph?!" Foreman Squealed.

Miley looked at this thirty-something star-struck neurologist, thoroughly confused. "Sure...Hey! Wait a minute! I know you!" She pointed at Chase. "You were in that band I use to love!! Musical Boyz! I can't believe it!! I used to Worship you!"

Chase turned bright crimson, while Cameron was giggling like mad. Foreman was staring at a shiny penny on the floor.