Randa05- Oh, good idea, sticking them on the wall. I should try that.

Yami'sMineSoBackOff- The fact that whales are, in fact, mammals and NOT fish makes it absurdly funny, doesn't it? That's what I was hoping- that adults, who have gone to years upon years upon years of medical school, can still not know that a whale isn't a fish. Ta-da!

jeevesandwooster- And, when your chorus, you don't have as many lines to memorize. Actually, you don't have ANY lines to memorize. Anyways, being Salty the Salt was pretty easy- It was a silver and had a big 'S' on it- and a silver mop cap. It looked like a big T shirt without the sleeves. I had a black shirt on, jazz pants and shoes and black, special marching-band gloves, so it was easy for me to maneuver. The guy who plays pepper is REALLY tall (I'm barely 5'0 and he's 6'3) and it looks so hilarious. It opened last Wednesday

Thanks to all the fantastical reviewers who gave me compliments::sobs: It's good to be back::sobs again: I'm happy to report I have yet to get a flame for this baby, and Up On The Rooftop, (which, for all my readers, I am debating whether to finish it or not.) and when I do, well, I guess you'll know.

Also, you know I need to get back into the swing of things- having not written in over a month (!) so I'm hoping writing in big spans will help me with this.

PS- Please, my dear people, forgive me for my horrid spelling…I'm posting at midnight because I'm desperate to post…I love you!

Ok I'm done rambling now, I absolutely promise.

Disclaimer- I SWEAR TO GOD I DON'T OWN HOUSE AND YOU CANT PROVE ANYTHING!

Vacation

Chapter 10 ( Wowie, we're in double-digits, people! How is it possible that we're only on day three of this vacation, and yet I have 10 CHAPTERS? Now I really am done, I swear.)

"Wake up!" Came a woman's voice.

"Hmm…" Chase gurgled, the result of sleeping far more hours than he was used to.

"Get up, Chase!" It was Cuddy, leaning over him, already dressed, ready to hit their next location.

"What time is it?"

"8 o'clock."

"AM or PM?"

"It's already tomorrow in Australia."

"That was cruel. I'm going to have to hurt you for that."

"Oh, threatening your boss's boss. I see you're daring when you're half asleep."

Chase's eyes, which had been closed up till that point, popped open.

"Dr. Cuddy!" He rolled over to face her.

She chuckled. "Who'd you think I was? Cameron?"

He nodded.

"HA!"

Chase was fully awake now. He got out of bed and walked sleepily over to the room's walk-in closet, changing as he spoke.

"Where are we going?" He asked.

"Three guesses."

He thought for a moment. "Disneyland?"

"Oh, you're good."

"Do we get to go in the Haunted Mansion? That's what it's called, right?"

"Yeah, if you want to. It may be a little too scary for House, but Cameron'll hold his hand if he starts crying."

Chase emerged from the closet in a very funny position. He seemed to be stuck in his shirt.

"Uh…Doctor Cuddy?"

"Need help?" She presumed.

"Yep."

Cuddy began yanking on the gray T-Shirt he had been sleeping in.

"What happened?" Asked Cuddy.

"It's caught on the button of my other shirt!" He yelled, his voice slightly muffled. He let out a cry of pain. "Ow!"

"Sorry."

Just then, the door flew open. There stood Foreman, in the threshold…

He immediately clapped a hand over his eyes and wheeled around.

"I'm so sorry…" He apologized. "I must be interrupting something…"

"No!" They both shouted; Cuddy let go of Chase, there was a ripping noise and suddenly, he wasn't stuck any longer.

"We are NOT-"

"She was helping me-"

"Take off your shirt?" Foreman finished.

"Well, yes, technically, but…"

"Hey, I've got an idea!" Chase yelled over them. "Lets just forget this?"

"Fine by me," Foreman said. "Sick-o," he added, under his breath.

Cuddy glared at him. "What was that?"

"Nothing, ma'am," Foreman put his hands behind his back.

Cuddy shot glances at both of them before replying. "I'm just gonna…leave, I guess…see you at nine."

Once House, the last member of the crew had joined his cohorts (wearing his "I really don't wanna be here right now" shirt) they were off, driven by their ever-loyal chauffer, Rob.

"What is there to do in Disneyland?" Wilson asked, mostly himself, as they pulled into the already crowded parking lot.

"Scuse me? Did you just ask where there was to do in…in Disneyland?" House blinked, as if trying to process this new information.

"Well, yeah; I've never been."

Cameron's jaw dropped so low it practically hit the floor.

"You've never been to Disney Land?" Chase looked appalled. "I wasn't even born in this country, and even I'VE been to Disneyland."

Wilson smiled sweetly. "Thanks for rubbing it in."

Once they had all entered the park, gone through security and had been run their hands under ultra-violent lights, Cuddy gathered them and, once again, stood on a table. There were only five of them, six including herself, but she was wearing tennis shoes and without her heels, she was only 5'3".

"Ok ya'll, this is going to be a lot like Sea World. Everyone get a buddy-"

House screamed, "I CALL WILSON!" And hobbled over to him just as quick as he could.

Cuddy rolled her eyes and continued. "We're going to travel as a pack until we have a disagreement about attractions. Then, we'll break up into groups with our buddies and go from there. Capice?"

They all nodded.

Suddenly, Cuddy's eyes lit up. "OH, and, before I forget, I'd like to give a special recognition to a certain Dr. House, for not complaining ONCE of his … er … impairment…since we got to California."

House spoke up. "I've got a bum let, Cuddy. I'm not retarded."

Everyone clapped anyways.

(Author's Note: In hopes of turning a days worth of activities into a summary, I've labeled them in the order of things they did, making it into a quick synopsis. So sorry if you get confused!)

Ride # 1: Tom Sawyer's Island. This attraction is SUPPOST to be entertainment for the little kids; plenty of places to crawl around, climb and run around freely so that your parents can rest. However, Wilson stole House's cane and he and Cameron played keep-away with it. Foreman joined in but Cuddy got pissed stopped the game before it could fall into the lagoon surrounding the island.

Ride # 2: Pirates of the Caribbean. Cameron and Cuddy were especially keen on going on this one, Foreman assumed it was because they wanted to see Jonny Depp or Orlando Bloom. This assumption was, of course, completely correct, and they were, of course, sorely disappointed when they learned that the movie was based off of the ride and NOT the other way around. Something worth crying over, I'm sure.

Ride # 3: Spinning Tea Cups- When Cameron pointed that ride out to the others, Foreman made a sick face and Wilson shook his head. "There's no way," he stated, "I'll throw up all over the place." But Cameron was persistent. "Please? " She begged. "Somebody?" Wilson still said no and stayed off the ride with Chase, but the rest were up for it. When they got off at the end, they all felt a bit nauseous and had to go to the bathroom, though no one became thoroughly sick. Wilson smirked and said to Chase, slyly, "Told ya so."

Lunch Break- They went to the food stand at Tomorrow Land for the air conditioning. Cuddy ate a salad…("Typical Cuddy," House pointed out when she received her food.) Cameron and Foreman both ordered Chicken, House and Chase both ordered cheeseburgers and Wilson just ordered fries and a drink. After lunch, however, they all got funnel cakes, so the extra food definitely slowed them down a bit. By now it was 2:45.

Ride # 4- The Haunted Mansion. At long last, a ride everyone was eager to go on. (Well, as eager as House can get.) To Cuddy's great disappointment, House sat with Wilson and not Cameron, so if any Hand holding was to be done, she was hoping it wasn't between…you know… But everyone found it very humorous when the hand reached out of the crate to play the piano and Cuddy screamed bloody murder for about a millisecond, before she realized she was the only one screaming.
Ride # 5- It's A Small World. At the mansion of this ride, House went AWOL. He ran as fast as he could- as fast, if not faster, than the trampoline incident- mumbling something about the song and earworms and going insane. The Crew exchanged glances, but went on the ride anyways. They had the song stuck in their head for the rest of the week and Chase had a re-occurring dream about puppets.

Ride # 6- Mark Twain's Steamboat. After House rejoined the group, they decided to go on the Steamboat called the "Mark Twain." It was calmer than anything else they had gone on…Foreman actually fell asleep in one of the lawn chairs. It gave them all a chance to breath and get away from the others. Cuddy was overlooking the bay as the steamboat chugged along, just as House sidled up beside her.

"What?" She asked with a frown.

"I need to know," he replied, not looking at her, "who wrote The Humility Bowl."

"Why?"

"Just tell me," he said, changing his tone.
"Sali Ducdy."

"Hmmm….That name sounds familiar."

Cuddy suppressed a smile with the heaviest restraints. "How?"

"Cuddy, don't be stupid."

She stood up straighter, grinning, and turned her body away from him. "I have no idea what you're talking about-"

"Cuddy!" House exclaimed, rolling his eyes in frustration. Before he could say anything else, however, the steamboat whistle blew a long, loud note- a signal they had docked.

House locked eyes with his boss and pointed his cane at her, using the guardrail for support. "We'll continue this conversation later, Cuddy."

Grinning like an idiot, she exited the boat.

Ride # 7- Picture With Ariel. At 6:00, near the magic kingdom, trumpets sounded and, out of the castle, emerged…who else… the beloved Disney Princesses; Belle, Ariel, Cinderella, Snow White, Sleeping Beauty and Jasmine for an auto graph session. A swarm of little girls and their parents lined up with their little books, hoping to get the autograph of one of their idols.

Cameron squealed, "Oh! Let's get their autographs!"

"What?" House goggled.

"With them; the princesses," Cameron said, pointing to them.

"Why?"

Cameron shrugged. "Blackmail?"

House thought for a moment, and said, "Well, if that's the case, I'm all over it." He rushed over to join the line.

"Right behind you!" Wilson hollered. Cameron got in line next, and then, reluctantly, the rest followed.

A little girl, who seemed to be about 6, with short blonde hair and blue eyes turned around to stare up at House. He looked back at her.

"What are you looking at?"

She turned back around without saying anything.

When it was The Crew's turn, House was first up to bad. He handed his cane to Ariel, who had been wheeled out in a giant clam.

"Sign my cane."

She cocked her head over sideways in perfect princess style. "Are you sure?"

"Did I stutter?"

She took the cane and began to sign it. "Well, excuse me."

"Hey! Aren't you supposed to be nice and sweet?"

She looked up at him with heavy eyes. "Hey, buddy, this is my fourth time today doing this…It's hot, I'm wearing a fin…come back tomorrow."

"Sheesh, woman," he shot back. "They really could call you the Snippy Little Mermaid."

Ariel didn't respond immediately, but finished signing, gave his cane back, and said, "I like your shirt." He nodded his approval and went on to Cinderella.

House was the fist to finish up. He waited with Wilson, who was just finishing up with Belle, who told him to come closer to tell him a secret, but instead gave him a peck on the cheek. Wilson blushed and walked over to House, still blushing, and began to flip though the pages of his newly purchased autograph book. House didn't look at him, but made a 'tutting' sound.

Wilson looked at him. "What?"

"Wilson," House said in mock disgust. "What will your wife think?"

Soon enough, Chase, Foreman and Cuddy joined them, but Cameron took a little while longer. When she joined them, she was smiling and laughing to herself.

"Where were you?" Asked Cuddy. "We've been waiting!"

"Sorry….Belle and I were exchanging hair tips." She turned around so that she was facing Belle and waved- Belle waved back.

"Oo, lemme see," Cuddy said, grabbing the book out of Cameron's hands and leafing to Belle's signature. She began to walk and read.

"Use what? Mayo?" Cuddy asked Cameron as they got smaller and smaller in the distance.

"Yeah. Belle said it was good for the roots."

"Nice."

Chase and Foreman were gazing at their autograph books, too. Without warning, Chase cried out. "Hey look! Cinderella gave me her phone number. So did Snow White! Cool."

Foreman hit Chase over the head comically, and the four doctors went after their female counterparts.

At 8' clock that night, all the P.A. systems in the entire park turned on to announce that the fireworks would be starting in 30 minutes over the bay. The Crew hurried over to the closest view-, which happened to be the bridge- and crowded around the edge. Minutes later, an array of lights and sound bombarded them; the colors to beautiful for words and strangely unfathomable, or as unfathomable as fire crackers could get. As they watched, House, for the second time that day, sidled up to Cuddy's side.

"Cuddy."

"Hmm?"

"I think it's time we continued that conversation."

Cuddy turn and, almost seductively, placed a finger to House's lips; a signal to be quiet.

"Are you flirting with me?" He asked, finger still placed on lips.

"No House," she said, softly. "I'm trying to get you to shut up."

Cuddy turned on House and instead, directed her conversation-ee to Wilson.

"Hey," she greeted him softly, as though they hadn't spoke in years.

"Hi," he responded. There was an unknown tension growing between them and nither knew what it was or why it was there; perhaps it was the closeness of the situation; they were all packed in like Sardines so that the people in the back could have a good view of the explosives.

"How are you?" He asked.

"Fine. Tired. My feet hurt. You know what, my back hurts, too. So, not so fine, I guess." Her attempt to make small talk succeeded- he laughed.

"Maybe you should get a doctor to look at that for you," he suggested.

"I am a doctor," she pointed out.

"Yes, but haven't you ever wondered who the doctor's doctors are?"

"No, I know who the doctor's doctors are. I am a doctor."

"Ah, yes."

"You're one too. Did you forget?" She redirected her gaze to look at him and found that he was looking at her, too. Their eyes locked.

"No, I didn't forget," he said, he found his voice had dropped to just above a whisper without his consent. He didn't' dare look away, and he felt he couldn't.

They both felt themselves, without knowing it lean deeper into eachother until their lips touched in a less than passionate, but still sweet, kiss.

They kissed all through the fireworks. The kiss was genteel and not rough, nothing funky, but a pristine, lovely kiss. In fact, they were still kissing when the fireworks ended, but the loudspeakers came on with some wicked feedback and that pried them apart.

"Oshit," Cuddy muttered. (Say that 5 times fast)

"Oh shit is right," said Wilson, pulling away; he had founds his hands had wrapped around her as he had been caught up in the moment.

"I'm so sorry," said Cuddy, a lump rising in her throat.

"For what?" Wilson said, glancing around. Apparently nobody had seen their little show.

"For…kissing you," said Cuddy, looking at him with desperate eyes.

"Why?"

"You're married," she exclaimed, clapping a hand to her mouth. "I'm sorry…this was a mistake…Oh, god…"

Cuddy turned and pushed her way through the crowd of people, retreating to the nearest bathroom. House walked up to him.

"Wilson, what did you do?"

"I scared her away, I guess."

"How?"

"Long story. Well, not really. But this isn't the time and the place."

"Alright," House said, patting him on the back. "You can tell me on the ride back. But if it has anything to do with swapping spit with her, or Cuddy bearing your child, I might have to kill you." He walked away without looking back.

Great, Wilsonthoughtenduringly, I'd better start digging my own grave.

Ssssssoooooooooooo…. Here I am! I'm back, hopefully for good!

How did you like the chapter? A little twist…a little Wilson/Cuddy action…but have no fear, my House/Cam friends, I'm gonna go crazy in this next chapter, or the next. Thanks for sticking with me, friends, you guys are so goddamn patient with me…I owe you the entire world. Feedback of any kind is appreciated, as you know.

Hey, anyone know what happened to my dear buds jeevesandwooster? I noticed they haven't been posting or reviewing lately, and that's reason for moi to panic, because I'm just like that. In you have any info, please drop me a line!

Xoxo, Much love,

Sizz