Disclaimer: What is the purpose of a disclaimer? (That was a rhetorical question.) Just want everyone to know that I don't own House, and if I did… Well, I wouldn't live in Missouri anymore, now, would I?

Anyways….

Vacation Chapter 2

"Not it….

Not it…

Not it…

Not it…

Not…"

"House!" Wilson glaring at the be -crippled doctor. If looks could kill, House would have gone 'Poof!'

House looked at Wilson with a look of sheer innocence. "What?"

"We know it's taking a long time to get our bags," Cuddy snapped. " But could you please spare us the sound effects?"

House pouted and looked at the ground. "Fine." When he looked up to say a snide remark, he saw his bags coming down the conveyer belt. "That's it!"

"Finally!" Cameron said, changing hands on the handle of her heavy suitcase. Everyone else already had their luggage; everyone but House. "We can leave."

As they exited baggage claim, they headed down a flight of stairs, took a left turn, followed a gigantic blinking orange arrow, and headed down a different, longer, flight of stairs.

"Where are we?" Said Wilson, in a worried voice.

"Lost, I believe," replied Chase.

"No! Look!" Cameron pointed, suddenly excited. "Look at the sign!"

Across the room, near the doors, stood about ten people, mostly men, holding signs that read things such as "Bakers'", and "Pancoast/Sanchez Family" on them. "Which one's ours?" Asked Cuddy, squinting at the signs. "I can't read them without my glasses."

Wilson laughed twice. "I'm thinking the one that says 'PPTH Crew.'"

Cuddy raised an eyebrow. "Oh, so we're a crew now, are we?"

In unison, they all looked down and shook their heads, as if in denial and embarrassment, and then proceeded to walk towards the bearded man holding the big, white poster board.

Fifteen minutes later, the 'crew' was speeding down the highway in a black limo, slightly over the speed limit, listening intently as Rob, their driver, told them about San Diego.

He told them where the bars were, where the grocery stores were, where the gas stations were, where the beach was from their accommodation, and most importantly, where any attractions were.

"You want me to drop you off at the local IGA and leave you there for about 30 minutes?" Rob spoke very fast, just like how he drove. " You know, to buy your basics. Toilet paper, anything? Yes?"

Cuddy, who had elected herself leader for this expedition, (not that anyone had stopped her or disagreed with her. Anyone who said otherwise about any potential Cuddy-Queendom was always at the risk of getting their head bit off, spat out, jumped on and then cremated. So, they just kept quiet) looked at everyone in a questioning manner. "Sure," Wilson responded. "Why not?" Said Foreman. House just shut up.

At 11:00, the limousine pulled into the newly-paved parking lot of the IGA. As the car halted and finally stopped, Rob spoke. "I'll see you all again at 11:30. At 11:40, I'm honking the horn obnoxiously and at 11:45, I'm coming in there myself and getting you," he joked.

"I hate shopping. Hate it, hate it." House grumbled to himself.

"Oh, spare me," Cuddy said, turning her head as she walked into the grocery store. Needless to say, the team got a few stares. House contemplated the fact that he had never seen Foreman, Chase OR Cuddy not wearing a white lab coat (unless, of course, you want to count the tennis-outfit incident, and in this case, House did not.) He grabbed a shopping cart and tagged along with Wilson, getting whatever he did. Finally, after fifteen minutes of this, Wilson stopped short.

"House."

"Wilson," House mimicked.

"What are you doing?"

"Shopping."

Wilson studied the carts- they looked identical, with the acceptation of the cane in House's cart.

"So far we've gotten… milk, eggs, donuts, a gigantic bag of Reeses mini's, Cap'n Crunch and Cookie Crisp, and oatmeal." Wilson looked up at House.

"What do we still need?"

House thought for a second. "Water…coffee…bananas."

"Bananas?"

"Don't question me," House replied, pushing his

And they were off…off to get…bananas. Wilson wondered just what this new week would bring.

He sighed to himself and blinked several times. Then, he whispered, "bananas."

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