Title: Truth or Dare

Author: wheretobe

Rating: PG-13

Summary: Time to meet old friends and make new one's.

Authors Note: R&R highly appreciated. This is a House, Bones X-over I hope you enjoy. THANKS TO GLICINE WHO BOUNCED IDEAS WITH ME AGAIN.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hour or Bones, Fox does tho. I'm just using them shamelessly for this without making money.

There were days when Temperance Brennan was sure that the world was out to get her. First her platform card had refused to work, Zach pointed out it might have to do with hers having been to close to a magnetic field, and she had to repeatedly ask someone to let her up on the platform. Then Cam almost chased her out of the Jeffersonian, threatening that if she didn't finally take her two weeks of leave she'd get the board to grant her even more and now her Manager had called and told her that she was informed of Tempe's time off and hoped, more like ordered, that Tempe could go on some lectures to present her newest Novel.

She hated reading tours, feeling out of place in bookshops, her readers asking thousands of questions, mostly about her characters love life, while not many bothered with the complex science in her stories.

With a scoff firmly set she strode through her office, packing her necessities and waiting for the Email with her reading tour schedule.

'Is it safe to come in yet?'

Turning sharply on her heel, Brennan was faced with Angela who looked at her softly.

'I don't known what you mean.'

'C'mon Bren...I can see steam rising out of your ears. Two weeks of Holidays! You could do so much.'

'I'm going to New Jersey for a reading tour.'

Exasperated Angela threw her arms heavenwards.

'I can't believe it. Holidays, Bren, aren't there to fill them with work.'

Temperance stopped pacing and then slumped down in her chair, frowning.

'Believe me Ange if I had a choice I'd rather not go. But since I haven't...'

'Well let's try to see the positive side. You can still use the time you aren't reading for Holidays. A nice Hotel, doing whatever you do on a holiday. C'mon Bren let me have a Holiday through you.'

'You just had two weeks off and spend them with Hodgins in Italy!'

'That was not Holidays believe me.'

It was Angela's turn to scoff before she indicated with a wave of her hand to not start about it again.

'C'mon Bren there has to be something relaxing or fun you could do in Jersey.'

For a few seconds silence hung in the room, until Tempe's face brightened deliberately.

'Actually you're right Angela. Thanks.'

The artist looked a bit dumbfounded as Bones breezed past her, laptop bag in one hand and purse in the other, a huge smile breaking on her face. Shrugging Ange stood and went past her best friend, who waited just outside of her door for Angela to come out so she could lock up.

'Are you going to tell me?'

'I just remembered that a friend of mine lives in Jersey. I'll call you once I got there.'

Angela watched smiling as Tempe left waving.

HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Na Na Na Na, Na Na Na Na, Hey Hey Hey, Goodbye!

There was this annoying drum, that came along with an even more unnerving voice, in his head as he woke and lifting his head of the pillow was no option, so very slowly and carefully House set it back down, holding back the girly moan that was residing in the back of his head, making him nauseous. For a brief moment he wondered what the heck he had done to feel this way, but after a second another wave of sickness accompanied the thought process and he decided it wasn't worth it anyways.

The light in the room was bright enough to annoy him even with closed eyes, it stung in his eyes and that feeling went up his optic nerve, which seemed to have been short circuited to the pain center part of they gray mass in his skull. With a grunt and all the strength he could muster to not retch House rolled onto his back and threw his arm over his eyes.

A groan from next to him made him suspicious and slowly he opened his eyes, squinting at the bright light being thrown of the soft yellow walls, the inner guy in him making a face. He was, after this short observation, sure that he was not in his own home. Grabbing the edge of the sheet he pulled it up and looked under it, a lazy grin spreading on his face.

Score!

Yeap Greg House had gotten lucky. The male pride was washed away by a new wave of nausea and he let the sheet drop back down turning his head to the side where the, hopefully female, sound had come from.

Time to see last nights lucky lady.

There was a mop of dark curly hair, a part of soft shoulder, a small body, smaller than him anyways and he prayed that whoever was old enough to drink beer. Softly he lifted the blanket that covered the face hoping for a glimpse. His hand was slapped down roughly.

'Lemme' sleep.'

'CUDDY!'

It had probably looked hilarious, both shooting up in a sitting position in sync, then clutching their heads before carefully turning their heads to each other. While House wore a satisfied, if somewhat loopy, grin, Cuddy slumped immediately back down a myriad of groans erupting from her.

'Oh god no. What have I done to deserve this?'

'Hey! If I remember correctly that wasn't what you thought last night...or this morning?'

'Just...can you leave House? Please. Can we never talk about this or mention this again? Because this is humiliating enough for a life time.'

'I have a better idea. I go back to sleep and you berate yourself silently, best way to do it would be only in your head.'

Lisa would've loved to turn to him and kick his ass out the bedroom door, she was too hung over though to turn around so instead she grunted in what she hoped would be sounding unfriendly and then yanked at the blanket, effectively covering herself up to her nose and uncovering him down to his knees.

'Cuddy!'

House hissed and laid his hands over the private parts.

'Give me some sheet woman!'

'Get your ass up and search for your Boxers. If you manage you might as well leave.'

It was mumbled and he guessed she was too damn tired and sick to care if he stayed longer or not.

'What the hell...! You want me to drive like this?'

the next words were incoherent and Greg guessed that this little Sunshine had been knocked out again. Well he wasn't going anywhere and after some shuffling he had wrestled the second sheet free from under her legs.

Man she was going to kill him later.

But what a way to go.

Ok I hope you liked. This had been spooking around in my head for a while now. Feedback please so I know if I should write more?