Author's Note: The story is a crossover, something I always enjoy on this website, because I think that they are much more difficult to write. I did some research and really wanted this to seem like an actual "House" show, so pardon me if it's not that humorous even if I do have the "Humor" category.
The story is set after the events of both Season 4 finales, "Goodbye, Toby," and "Wilson's Head." It's primarily set in New Jersey, a state I am unclear with. I visited Newark once, but that's if you count "driving through it so your family can go to Long Island." Long story.
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Disclaimer: I do not own "The Office" or "House," nor will I ever.
Part One
The silver Saab 9-2X drove smoothly down U.S. 12, trying to head its towards home to Pennsylvania. But the car needed to be on I-80, not heading towards Trenton, New Jersey.
"I must have spaced out, or something," the driver, a tall man with shaggy brown hair and light brown eyes thought, yawning. He made an exit off the highway and parked the car in a gas station. As he got up, he felt pain in his lower back, but ignored it as just having to sit for a very long time.
Once the driver entered the gas station, the very enthusiastic attendant smiled and greeted him. "Welcome to my store! How can I help you this fine afternoon?" It was overcast by the way outside. Definitely not bright and sunshine-y.
"I think I'm lost," the driver explained. "I must have missed a turn or something."
"Where are you heading?"
"Scranton."
The attendant stared blankly at the driver's face, not knowing what a "Scranton" was.
"Scranton, Pennsylvania?" the driver elaborated, trying to help the attendant out so he could help his plight.
"Never heard of it!" the attendant said, almost a bit too happy. "But, I'm sure Mr. Rand McNally has," he pointed out the nearby stand with road maps.
"Hopefully," the driver chuckled, going over to the maps to find the best one. He found a map of New Jersey, New York, and Pennsylvania and handed it to the attendant.
"This should work very nicely," the attendant rang up the map. "I hope you find your way back home."
"Thanks, me too," the driver paid the attendant, took the map, and exited the gas station.
The driver unfolded the entire map onto the hood of his car and tried to find the easiest path back home. He traced several different routes with his finger while estimating the amount of time it would take to be in Scranton. He chose the best one; going back the way he came, hit the I-80, then keep going until he reached the exit to Scranton. It wasn't the shortest or most original plan in the world, but he wasn't comfortable driving through unknown roads in New Jersey.
Not like there was anything to feel uncomfortable about in New Jersey.
He got back in the driver's seat, turned on the ignition and began his drive back home, going on the route he planned out. Fifteen minutes later, his cell phone rang.
"Hello?" he greeted.
"Hey, Jim," a female voice on the other line said back.
"Hey, Pam," the driver recognized the voice. Pam was his girlfriend of a little over six months and was the reason he went out to New York to see her.
"Where are you right now?" Pam asked Jim.
"Jersey. I must have made a wrong turn because I'm in the heart of the state," Jim answered, passing a billboard advertising a fast food restaurant.
"The heart of Jersey, huh? To me that seems like you took more than just one wrong turn," Pam kidded around with him.
"You're probably right," Jim smiled.
"Well, I think I should let you navigate back to Scranton. I wouldn't want you to make it any further to Atlantic City."
"You wouldn't have any problem with that if I took you with me," Jim pointed out.
"True. I love you."
Jim smiled and opened the glove box to see the box with the diamond ring still sitting in there. It was supposed to be on Pam's finger, but the moment he was about to ask, it was interrupted. He wanted the moment to be perfect, with no distractions, no interruptions, no Andy, no anything that would get in the way.
"I love you too," Jim replied, kissing the receiver.
Pam giggled at Jim's affection and kissed back before hanging up. Jim put the phone away and concentrated on the road.
A few minutes after the phone call, which was around 3:00, Jim's eyelids began to feel heavy. He could feel the tiredness take over, and he would suddenly drift off.
Once Jim soon realized what was happening, he shook himself awake and thought, "I must be getting old if I need a nap. I didn't think your late 20's was the time for naptime."
Jim's back began to hurt him once more, and he had the thought of stopping at a motel and resting. He ignored the thought. "I can make it," he tried to rally himself up. "It's just a drive. People get tired all the time, and it's no big deal."
As much as he tried, Jim couldn't quite keep his eyes open. With one more pinch of sand from the Sandman, Jim fell asleep, and swerved right off into a ditch. The airbag deployed, and Jim began to dream about Pam. Cars zoomed past him, and didn't notice the car in the ditch.