Title: A Doctor for the Doctor

Show: Dr. Who series 2- immediately after 'THE SATAN PIT' (begining of an alternate series 2, actually); House, MD- not exactly sure when, but it is most likely right around series 2 as well... after he's been shot and had that crazy hallucination. (You know what I'm talking about)

Summary: The Doctor's dying and Rose has got no choice but to find a doctor on her own. Dr. Gregory House has found a patient that might actually be suffering from Lupus, and wait 'til you find out who it is!

Rated: T (for language and the occasional suggestive theme)

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CHAPTER ONE: BLOODY HELL AFTER THE PIT

"Let's go, Rose," the Doctor touched a button and the whole console lit up as soon as the blonde stepped into the TARDIS, "Where to?"

"Doctor, you're bleeding," Rose observed, pointing to the collar of his button-up shirt, which revealed a growing red stain, "You're bleeding right bad."

"No I'm not," he shook his head and began his pre-flight jaunt about the central unit, "I don't bleed that easy."

"I really think that's blood," she approached him slowly, fear in her eyes.

"And I really think I'm done talking about it," the Doctor replied briskly, but shuddered when he felt the back of his shirt stick to his skin as he moved. The sensation made him feel nauseous and human.

"You're bleeding, I don't care what you say," Rose crossed her arms and stood before him with a stern 'mother-hen' look on her normally peaceable face, "Just feel it."

"What's this, then?" he touched the back of his neck gingerly then examined the crimson-covered digits with apprehensive, saucer-sized eyes, "Is that blood? Is that my blood?"

The Time Lord turned in a slow circle as he watched the room begin to swirl around him, allowing Rose to catch a glimpse of the wound. It was a deep gash stretching across the back of his neck and gaping from his hairling to the top of the collar of his pin-striped coat. Thick, red ooze was trickling down the back of his shirt, leaving behind a trail of miscoloured fabric in its wake. Rose gasped with thse saw an exposed patch of the creamy-white bone that made up his vertebral column. The Doctor began to spin back to face her, but instead lurched forward and fell against a panel of the console's innumerable bits and pieces and odds and ends. He groaned and collapsed into a hep of skin, hair, blood and pinstripes.

Rose rushed to his side. Circling one arm around his waist, her other hand held his and lifted it over her head so as to drape his arm across her shoulders so she could help him up. She hoisted him to his feet, staggering slightly under his weight.

"Doctor, don't panic," Rose whispered in his ear as she helped him onto the seat in front of the center console, "I'll find... something."

"Rose, you've got to fly her," he said hoarsely, his eyes were clenched shut as he bore the pain with as much dignity as possible, "I need a doctor... I think."

"But... I can't fly the TARDIS... I don't know how--" then it struck her.

Her hands found their way around the thingamajigs, thingamabobs, whirligigs, doohickeys, knobs, buttons, and levers as though she'd know how to work them all her life. The tubes lit up again and began their motions. The TARDIS gave no protest to Rose's captaining and obediently flew, though Rose had no idea where to. She had a few thoughts about what was needed, and was well aware that the TARDIS was in tune with her psychic emissions and was therefore able to fly in accordance with her thoughts, but Rose ahd no idea where exactly to go. All she knew was that the Doctor was in desperate need of a doctor; preferable a doctor that Rose would be able to communicate with.

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A/N: Yes, yet another Dr. Who/House, MD crossover. This time, I've put a bit of a spin to it... much later on, though... I think. I've not read any like this thus far. Anyway, R&R! --Lexx