The Bermudas

Part 1

by Rondabunny

House came to his consciousness. The world blurred in front of him. He saw silhouettes of dead bodies around, the bags were all over the floor. His leg ached like hell and he remembered: "Cuddy, is she alive?" He looked at the woman next to him. She was unconscious but no blood streams ran from her eyes. It made him breathe deeper. The one he loved so much was right here with him in all the mess but she was still alive.

"Lisa, Lisa, come on," he said touching gently her face with the palm. She stirred, a moan escaped her lips and she regained her consciousness as well.

"Where are we?" she asked trying to adjust her eyes to the bright light coming from the windows. She looked around and gasped. People travelling on that plane were dead. Everybody around them was dead, narrow paths of blood ran from the eyes of the passengers down to the chins. Their eyes were open and each face portrayed a painful death. "What happened?" Cuddy gulped. House just shrugged the shoulders.

"House, are you ok?" a voice sounded somewhere not far from their place.

House unfastened his belt and carefully stood up. He took two steps and found Wilson who fought desperately with his seat belt. Eric Foreman sat next to him dead as everybody else here. House felt the pulse, there wasn't any. He closed Foreman's eyes.

"I can't take it off!" Wilson said trying to unfasten the belt.

"Wait! Maybe I'll find something to cut it off," House took the nearest bag to him from the floor and dipped his hands into the bag. He fished out a pair of manicure scissors and gave it to Wilson. "I always knew that there were many unnecessary things in women's bags."

"You got to be kidding, right!" Wilson stared at his friend furiously, then at the belt.

Cuddy approached them and saw Foreman's dead body: "Oh my God! Eric." She wanted to shake him, to bring him to life but House stopped her.

"You can't do anything about it. We have to find a knife to release Wilson." He said looking at a hole five feet in front of him. He understood that the plane didn't just crash down. It broke in a half. Three of them survived in this piece. Suddenly they heard a male grumble. House turned around to face a man about 35-40 year-old. He was tall and his legs in knee pants and hands were covered with tattoos. He had small blue eyes, he wore a beard and he maybe worked out with weights. His facial expression said that the situation he was in confused him deeply. He starred at House and Cuddy like a bear starring at two unusual creatures, who came to his cave.

"Hi! I'm Derek, Derek Russel," he introduced himself and stretched his hand to shake it with House and Cuddy.

"Gregory House."

"Lisa Cuddy."

"The guy trying to cut his seat belt with a pair of lady's scissors is James Wilson," House presented his friend.

"Shhh, I can hear something." Wilson told the company and stopped tearing the belt.

He was right. They heard muffled sobs coming from the end of the cabin. Derek took a knife from his pocket and released Wilson from his prison.

"Thanks," Wilson stood up and they went to find out what was it.

A young woman 20-23 year-old was stuck in her seat. A huge 160 kg body of the passenger sitting in a row in front of the woman fell right on her. She sat in the middle between two men, who were dead. Her left hand got stuck between the back of the front seat and the armrest. Both armrests assumed all the weight of the body. They bent a little under the pressure of the body. Her right arm was under the back of the front seat, her knees were pressed by the front seat but they didn't hurt. She could move them one or two cm. When three men and the woman approached her they could only see her head because the 160 kg male body covered two seats in front of her. The passenger on her left side was already squashed by it.

"I always said that overweight could kill you," House said sarcastically.

Cuddy rolled her eyes and addressed to the poor woman: "Hi, I'm Lisa Cuddy. What's your name?"

"Livia Walsh. May you help me?" she whispered.

"Hm, interesting situation. You know, like a puzzle. How to take her out without breaking her neck," House made a smart comment as always.

"I think, we should fix the seat in front of her or it will smash her if she moves," Derek suggested. "I'll go find something strong enough to fix the back of the seat." He left them and went to the cockpit.

"House, let's take the man from this seat next to her," Wilson unfastened the belt and took the dead man by the shoulders.

"I wonder, where is Chase and the other," Cuddy said starring at the hole in the hull. "I don't see the tail part of the plane."

"We'll find them later, ok. Now we have a patient to rescue," House told her and put the dead body on the floor far enough from the place where the woman was sitting.

To be continued…