A/N: This is sort of my first true fan-fic for House MD..
Please give me R&R... so I can improve my story if necessary.. and make it more In-Character as necessary. Thank you in advance.

A Brit for All Seasons

Chapter One

"Dad, I am leaving now.. my flight is at 1732, its now 1300... Bye Mum, see you soon.. Come on Dad. I am ready!"

"Aww, take care sweetie. Have a nice time see you December! Have you got everything? Insulin, strips etc..?"

"Yes I have, Bye Mum, miss you loads!"

As Jacqui was sitting in the car with her Dad she was thinking about her new life in America. She had waited for such a long time. Going to college, and now at last three years. She is going to be herself.

Just as they approach London Heathrow, Jacqui's Dad sighs. He knows that his little girl isn't going to be so little. She will not be there in house watching TV or studying. Leaving her mess.

A tear comes to his eye.

"Jacqui, take care. Call us when you get there. Keep you Mum happy!

"Bye Dad, love you so much. Miss you loads!"

The silence explains how much they love each other, Jacqui's parents know that this is Her dream and this means everything to their little girl.

As Jacqui approaches the Terminal she takes a deep breath, thinking to herself that this is the last time in a while that she will be in her birthplace. All the problems she has had, now going to over.

In America!

Two hours on the plane, she is watching the On-Board DVD Memoirs of a Geisha. She is thinking about everything that has happened. Her bad health and her second chance. When suddenly a voice on the Tanoy is heard;

"All Passengers; Are there any medics on board the plane, if so can you please use the Call button. Many Thanks!"

"Jeez, probably someone feeling sick...drunk too much, too many sickness pills."

Then a man appears about middle-aged, with a distinct gait using a cane claiming he is a Doctor. Jacqui thinks to herself about the amount of stubble he has.

"Mmm.. looks a bit like Colin Farrell..."

In the First Class Lounge, a man who is clearly having breathing difficulties is laying there in a state of confusion. The traineeair stewardess ispanicking like made, her heart is going so fast. She feels sick, but then the Doctor appears.

"Dr House"

"Pleeaassee heellp me! I am ha..having an MI." staggers the man.

"Let me be the judge of that! Can you please give us some air?"

The stewardess moves away watching in shock.

House looks at the man, checks vital signs and notices a distinct smell he instantly recognises. And with the deep respirations the man is on the brink of becoming acidotic.

"Right, have you any oxygen, or just that stupid thing that pops out when we are going to die.
No.. you are not having an "MI" "

House looks up at the stewardess.

"I need to ask people if any of them are insulin controlled diabetics, NOW.
Have you got diabetes? Alcholic?"

The poorly man shakes his head, getting weaker and weaker

Meanwhile back in the economy area, Jacqui sits there testing her blood sugar "9.9mmols" and thinks to herself, pretty good considering the crappy food.

The tanoy makes that annoying noise before it goes off. A nervous female voice speaks;

"Are there any diabetics dependant on insulin on board; if so can you please press the Call button"

Jacqui reaches for her button.

"Probably someone who needs a fix.. maybe that bloke that walked down the aisle"

"Hi there, my name is Jacqui Webb. I am diabetic, whats the problem?"

"Come with me, bring the insulin...!

Jacqui walks briskly down the aisle whilst the plane encountering turbulence.