He walked through the halls after talking to Cuddy who was more than happy to allow him to go see Meredith. Though, of course, he needed some 'favors' that she then had to push by the board members, who were, since House was House, hesitant to grant any of them. He asked that Wilson comes, that they go out for at least a week, and that he gets off clinic duty for a month. After mock-pouting and finally a call to Meredith herself, Cuddy agreed to make it seem to the board members that House was unwilling to go unless the terms he had set up were met. Even if they had told him he would be receiving no pay or reimbursement for the trip, he would still go.
When Meredith was young, she was his life. He loved her. Until she went away to college, she spent all her spare time running around with House, talking girl talk with Lisa, and coming up with ways to get back at House with Wilson. House had started teaching her at a young age everything he knew. By the time she was fourteen, she had almost mastered three languages, including Spanish, French, and Latin, learned to play the piano and a little bit of the guitar, and began learning the tricks to medicine. House and Wilson would take her to different places across country during the summer while Ellis was too busy to care and Lisa was trapped in her boring job as the Dean of Medicine attending meeting after meeting.
He pushed the door open to his office. Wilson was sitting at the desk rolling a ball from hand to hand. Chase, Cameron, and Foreman sat at the table waiting for him.
"Cardiomyopathy," Cameron announced as they came it. "We wouldn't test for it with the…"
"I don't care." House said cutting her off hanging his cane on the whiteboard. Hobbling over to the desk, he gave Wilson a nodded indicating they would be going. "Listen up, Children." He opened the drawer and began rustling through it. "We're going to Seattle."
"What? Why Seattle?" Chase asked.
"Because I love the sunshine." He said sarcastically. They didn't look amused causing him to sigh. "VIP patient."
"Since when do you care about who a patient is?" Cameron asked.
"Since I said so." He said standing up popping a couple pills into his mouth. "Last time, I checked, you worked for me. And your job wasn't to sit there and ask me stupid questions. Go pack. Plane leaves at eight." He began walking out and Wilson followed.
It didn't take long for the ducklings to follow them down the hall.
"Wait," Cameron called. "How long?"
"At least a week." House called back, but continued along.
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They boarded the plane first thanks to House's leg.
"Aren't you just so happy you're a cripple?" He said making an amused face at an old man in a wheel-chair with both his arms in a cast. The guy looked up at him and moaned as a woman wheeled him by. He grabbed her arm. "You might want to be careful. Gramps might croak any second." She made a disgusted face before walking away.
"Are you done making fun of the old and the hand-capped, so we can sit?" Wilson asked from behind him.
"Yes mother." He chirped before sliding into a seat. "Cripple gets the first choice of seat." He smirked at Wilson and his ducklings. Wilson sat down next to him. "Now, try to be a good boy and don't go to the bathroom every five minutes, Little Jimmy. But just incase." He reached into his bag and pulled out a tube. "I can get Chase to put a catheter in your little Johnson."
"Why do you walk around with a catheter in your bag?" Wilson asked disgusted sliding away from him. House shrugged throwing it into the bag.
"It's not my bag. I stole it from the guy up in the cath-lab which might explain why there's a catheter in it." He shrugged again hanging his cane up on the seat in front of him. Sitting back, he looked back over at Wilson, who had pulled a medical magazine out of his bag. "Why are you reading a magazine on medicine when we're not at work?"
"Why? What did you bring to look at?" Wilson asked. "A pain meds magazine?"
"No… that would be boring." He grabbed his bag pulling out three magazines.
"What are those?" Wilson flipping the magazines. "Porn? You brought three porn magazines on a flight?"
"No, that would just be irresponsible… It's an eight hour flight, what would I do with myself in the meantime? I brought six." He sighed with a satisfied grin on his face putting the magazines back in the bag.
"What…? Never mind, I find it best not to ask."
