Chapter 2

Air Jamaica

"Where the hell is House? Check in started forty five minutes ago. Why does he always have to be late?" Cuddy was pacing around the first class lounge muttering to herself about House.

No one, not even Wilson dared to approach her.

"I hope House gets here soon," Chase said leaning in his seat to whisper to Cameron, "can't wait to get to Jamaica."

"Yep, we were long overdue a vacation." Cameron whispered back grinning.

A hour passed and Cuddy was getting more pissed at House by the second. At one point Wilson and Foreman had left the lounge and returned with coffee for everyone. Still there was no sign of House.

"Ladies and gentlemen Air Jamaica flight JM125 will be landing in just a moment and boarding will commence in approximately fifteen minutes." Came an announcement over the intercom.

Everyone was nervous now, they couldn't miss this flight because of House and they couldn't leave without him. They waited, either boarding to be announced or House to show up, they did not know which. After fifteen they start to gather their respective carryon luggage.

"We are sorry to announce ladies and gentlemen that Air Jamaica flight 125 have been delayed until further notice." Came a second announcement over the intercom.

Cuddy, Foreman, Chase, Cameron and Wilson all sighed and sat back down. Twenty minutes later they heard the familiar thud thud of House's cane as he came limping into the first class lounge.

"Why the hell are you so late House?" Cuddy practically snarled at him.

"The real question I think is, why the hell are you lot so early?" he said smirking, "have you guys never heard of Air Jamaica?"

Everyone looked at him with questions in their eyes. House simplely walked over and took a seat between Cameron and Wilson.

"Their motto should be Count on us to be delayed." House announce with bravado in his voice.

Cameron, Wilson and Foreman managed to muffle their snicker, but Chase gave out in a burst of laughter. This earned him an angry glare from Cuddy.

With House finally there everyone could relax and the lounge was soon engulfed in the group's chatter and laughter. After twenty minutes the flight had thankfully began boarding.

As they walked through the gate and on to the plane the same thought flashed through each of their minds, 'Finally we are on our way'.

When on the plane they took their seats: Chase beside Cameron, across the aisle Foreman beside Cuddy and behind them House beside Wilson. Ten minutes later they took off. As soon as they were cruising Cameron took out her iPod, Chase turned on his laptop to play the Sims 2, Foreman also took out his laptop but to catch up on some work, Cuddy sighed took out a book, House took out his PSP and Wilson who was about to do a crossword puzzle watched House play his game instead.

A few hours later the Captain announced that they would be landing momentarily. Chase shook Cameron who had fallen asleep on his shoulder with her headphones still in, Wilson shook a now drunk House who had fallen asleep on the tray in front of him and Cuddy and Foreman who had been discussing a resent patient packed up their belongings.

The plane landed in Kingston, Jamaica and House was the first off as a flight attendant had specially escorted him from the aircraft. He smirked contently at Wilson as he left.

"Who knew,...cripples get special treatment. Should have become one years ago." he said limping away.

Minutes later Cuddy, Foreman, Chase, Cameron and Wilson emerged from emigration to see House sitting on his suitcase playing his PSP. They collected their luggage and the six of them walked out of the arrivals gate. It was dark outside, but they were all immediately grateful that they were wearing jeans and t-shirts (in the women case blouses) as the heat had immediately assaulted them.

A man holding a sign that read: Dr. Lisa Cuddy and Team, was waiting for them. They walked towards him, Cuddy in front.

Foreman visibly jumped as he felt Houses breath close to his ear, "Look blacky, I think that's your cousin." he said with mirth in his voice. Foreman did not find that very amusing.

Cuddy greeted the man with the sign and introduced herself and the other.

The man spoke with a strong accent, "Nice to meet all you. My name is Brian, hope you enjoy Jamaica."

Everyone except House smiled and said that they hope they did. They had taken an instant liking to the man.

"Is the hotel close by here?" Wilson inquired.

Brian smile sadly, "Sorry man, your hotel in Ocho Rios. That about three hours drive from here."

After flying for so long they were all exhausted and just wanted to jump into a bed. They sighed and headed after Brian to a bus with Juta written on the side. Their bags were loaded in and they set off on the road. Cuddy sat up front with Brian, Cameron and Chase sat behind Cuddy, Foreman and Wilson sat behind the driver, and House went directly to the back of the bus and lay himself across the four seater at the very back of the bus. He was asleep in five minutes.

The driver turned on the CD player after a few minutes of driving and a reggae song started flow through the speakers.

You know, I can still remember when it was just me and you,
suddenly, it turned you and your crew... forget everything bout your 'Boo'

Ah boy

They all listened having nothing better to do.

I wish you woulda treat me like your glock, I woulda love it if you keep me pon cock
I wish you woulda treat me like your yacht, keep me wet while the waves dem a rock
Why you can't stay pon me like the corner, keep your lips pon me like your marijuana
I woulda love it if you treat me like the club, stay up inna me whole night just a bump 'n grind 'n rub

You don't understand what your woman needs from her man
While you deh pon the streets all the time, just bear this in mind

Cuddy and Cameron started to giggle. The song was dirty in an understated way.

These streets don't love you like I do, you need fi know that
You wanna keep your woman loving you then you need fi show that
The love we have weh did take so much effort fi build, you about fi blow that
But just like a played out jersey, you about fi get throwback

Brian was grinning at the ladies reaction to the song.

I wish you woulda treat me like a ounce, me know you nah leggo that when you bounce
You shoulda deh home a knock boots like your Tims, need fi act older than the size a yuh rims
I wish you woulda stay pon me like the phone man, never leave the house without me like your chrome man

I wish you woulda treat me like your whips, your girl's a perfect 10 but your Benz dem a only a 5 and a 6

You don't understand what your woman needs from her man
While you deh pon the streets all the time, just bear this in mind

Chase, Wilson and Foreman had started to smile.

These streets don't love you like I do, you need fi know that
You wanna keep your woman loving you then you need fi show that
The love we have weh did take so much effort fi build, you about fi blow that
But just like a played out jersey, you about fi get throwback

Chase had started to sing along. He didn't have a bad voice but he was getting some of the words horridly wrong.

Now the feds have them case and the gavel a pound, me a look fi a familiar face me no see none round
When you call me collect a gi mi errands fi do me nuh see no hot gal me nuh see none of your 'crew'
Government seize everything, the G's everything and another baller done take over the spot
A run trees everything, the keys, everything and 10 calls a month is all you've got saying
Now you understand what your woman needs from her man
While you deh pon the streets all the time you shoulda bear this in mind

Cuddy, Foreman, Wilson and Cameron was looking at Chase who was blushing, but thankfully they couldn't see this because of the darkness.

Say the streets dem nuh give a damn, bang diddly bang
A just the place weh you peddle pon
Nuh fall in love with the corner, you can't say me never warn you

The song ended.

"Who was that?" Cameron asked, after a familiar Bob Marley song had started to play.

"That a did Tanya Stephens, the song wicked don't it?" Brian said with a laugh.

They all agreed. Cameron made a note of the artiste in her PDA. She wanted to get it so that House could hear it later.

Foreman, Wilson and Chase eventually fell asleep but Cuddy and Cameron stayed awake talking to the driver. A few hours later, after driving through areas with what seemed to be mostly trees. They finally started to see street lights again. They started driving down hill, they drove pass a sign that said Ocho Rios High School and they could actually see traffic and a town ahead of them.

They stopped at a stoplight at the foot of the hill, "Welcome to Ocho Rios." Brian said grinning over at Cuddy and Cameron.

The sudden lack of movement jerked Wilson, Foreman, Chase and Even House awake.

"Are we the yet?" a frazzled Wilson gave out.

Cuddy, Cameron and Brian laughed. Five minutes later they were pulling up to the Sunset Jamaica Grande Hotel. Brian unpacked their luggage from the bus and they said their goodbyes as he headed home.

As soon as Cuddy checked them in House grabbed his key and limped over to the elevator pulling his suitcase awkwardly behind him and using his cane to push a man out of the way. The man glared at him. Wilson and Foreman tried to get in the elevator with him, but House closed the elevator doors in their face.

"Get the next one, I'm a cripple remember," he said as the doors were closing, pointing to his leg, "not much room in here.

All of them had suites on the 7th floor. As they arrived on the 7th floor they exchanged suite numbers and each made a note of Houses suite, they then separated and called it a night.

Foreman, Wilson and Chase fell asleep in their clothes, Cameron barely had time to change before falling asleep, Cuddy stripped and went to sleep in her underwear, and House poured himself a glass of scotch before going to sleep in his boxers and t-shirt.

Sleep came instantly to all of them and their only regret was that morning would come way too quickly.

Author's Note:Please tell me what you think. I am loving writing this and I hope you are loving reading it.