"Why should I fly to some remote castle in England to treat some sick girl who probably just ate some…bad cheese or something?" House was attempting to walk away from Cuddy, cursing his leg as Cuddy kept up with him quite easily.

"They say they've tried everything and nothing is working."

"Everybody Lies."

"What so they are just paying to have 5 doctors flown over from America just because they can?"

"Your butt is really big today. Are you working out more?" House stepped into the elevator. "Uh uh! I ride alone." He said as Cuddy tried to follow. She sighed and stepped out. "Why do I let him do that? I'm his boss!" She said to herself as the doors closed. She shook her head and walked off to find Cameron.

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"Yeah yeah, it's the right thing to do, blahdeblahdeblah." House said as Cameron walked into his office with an angry look on her face.

"Well," Cameron began. "It is the right thing to do! We could save her life and you don't even care-"

"Wow, did you know you are just like this coffee cup?" He cut in, holding up his coffee.

"What?"

"Predictable."

Cameron rolled her eyes. "I still think we should do this."

"Yeah, I know what you think."

"I'm serious House. They have asked for you because even over in England, they know what a good doctor you are! You are a good doctor."

"Wow Cuddy really got you didn't she?" He said.

"But, you need to go. She'll die if you don't treat her!" Cameron exclaimed.

"Oh for goodness sake, don't they have doctors over in England?"

"House. Do this." She walked around the desk to him and leant in close to him. "For me." And she walked out down the hall leaving House with a slightly shocked look on his face.

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Foreman and Chase were questioning Cameron. They didn't believe that she had managed to convince House to go to England.

"Maybe he asked her for a date and she said yes. Wait no that was the other way around wasn't it."

"I'm not the one who kissed a terminal 9 year old."

"Oh she got you good!" Foreman laughed.

"So how'd you do it then?" Chase asked.

"I have my ways. I told him why he should do it and I guess he just… understood."

"That isn't the whole story. We aren't stupid Cameron. Telling him that it is the moral thing to do wouldn't change his mind. He's a selfish sarcastic bastard!" Chase cried.

"Sarcastic bastard? You wouldn't be talking about me would you now?" House yelled from his office.

"Shut up House!" Cameron called. She lowered her voice. "Why do you say that I convinced him by telling him it was the right thing to do?" Her eyes twinkled and she swept out of the room leaving Foreman and Chase speechless.

"I wish you would stop doing that Cameron!" House cried as he limped into the room. "Well then boys, road trip! Except technically it's not a road trip. England has such bad roads." He raised his eyebrows at Chase who was still staring at the door where Cameron had exited the room. "What's wrong Chase? Did Foreman steal your hair gel? Eric! Stealing is wrong! Go to your room!"

"Shut up House." Foreman said.

"That's another thing I wish people would stop doing. Why should I shut up? I mean-"

"House-"

"STOP INTERRUPTING ME!" House cried. Foreman went silent. "Okay, I'm done."

Foreman rolled his eyes. "What did she do?"

"Are you suggesting that I have no morals?"

He sighed. "Fine. I give up." Foreman got up and walked out of the room.

"Well then Chase-" House began but Chase got up and walked out too. He knew better than to be left alone with House, especially when House was in one of his moods.

"What, do I smell or something?!" House cried out to no one in particular.