House rattled at the door handle, and then tried to knock it down with his cane before he was thrown backwards then the plane suddenly stopped bumping all over the place.

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"Where is House?" Foreman asked Chase stretching his arms and looking up from his magazine, which Chase saw and gave him an odd look.

"With the pilot? Trying to find some reason so the plane doesn't land so he doesn't have to do the speech?" Chase said groggy from his sleep.

"I think he went to the bathroom," Cameron said in her kind of worried voice.

"He'll be right. He's a grown man," continued Chase, shifting into a more comfortable position.

"Unlike you," Foreman said with a grin, "you spilled gravy from your dinner on your shirt."

Chase grumbled when he looked down and saw the small, yet obvious gravy stain on his shirt pocket.

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House had used up his energy trying to get out and decided to have a rest, leaning on his cane giving his leg some relief. He might have to do something he least liked doing in the world, because it made him feel helpless. Call for help. With one last nudge of the door he breathed in and yelled "I'm stuck in here! Some help please!" House heard a giggle of a young girl outside the door and a shuffle of a parent whisking her away before an air hostess spoke from the other side of the door.

"Sir, Sorry about that, someone was pulling the door shut and stopping you from coming out," House heard another giggle and the voice of a parent shushing her. The door opened and House cringed. It appeared that a 10 year old girl was holding the door shut and 20 pairs of beady eyes were fixed on House, before the girl erupted in laughter as House pushed past returning to his seat.

"Nice toilet break?" Chase asked as House returned to his aisle seat next to Cameron.

"Remind me to live in the Clinic when we get back or find invent a type of Viconin that could make me invisible to Cuddy," House complained, as people around the sniggered. House was relieved after 5 minutes of people staring when the plane finally landed. How he hated having attention drawn to himself.

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The taxi ride was…fun. Chase, Foreman and Cameron squished in the backseat. Cameron got increasingly frustrated as the boys would try and pinch each other over who would get the double bed in the room. Cameron got frustrated so the boys settled for her to have it. Feminine anger was so useful sometimes.

When they did reach the hospital everyone voted for House to have his own room, even House, besides Cameron. When they finished deliberating, they headed to the rooms, which were next door to each other. "No loud music after 11pm, kids, oh and don't forget to brush your teeth before bed," House instructed, "Night."

"Doctor House and associates?" a voice came from down the corridor looking at the four doctors.

"Yes?" Cameron said before House could deny who he was.

"The first session of the conference is at 10am" said the very tall man wearing a black tie with flying pigs on it, which House noticed that Foreman saw great interest in. He handed Cameron a folder. "I'm the dean of medicine from New York Teaching hospital. Welcome and we look forward to your presentation,"

"Why are you handing me the folder?" asked Cameron as she opened the front page," It's addressed to House, I'm Doctor Cameron," she said puzzled.

"Doctor Cuddy told me that Doctor House isn't the most organized of types," he said turning around and starting to walk away.

"Good to hear she thinks so much of me," House yelled after him.

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The conference was a drab. Speech after speech after speech was said by boring, monotonous doctors, fifty percent of them had ego problems.

"20 bucks this speech will go for over an hour," Chase whispered in Forman's ear when a short doctor with glasses appeared.

"No way!" complained Foreman. Good thing the Foreman did say no, because it only went for a few minutes. It was a thank you, blah blah blah speech which no one wanted to hear.

"You may now leave and head off for a complementary tour around the hospital," Cameron read out from the booklet.

"Sounds fun!" said House in his usual happy tone (not).

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The tour started in the Emergency Room, where a dreary old lady boasted about the hundreds of donations patients gave to the hospital for their brilliant care. It was the second part which captured Chase's eye. A blonde doctor walked up to the tour group of about 10 and with a British accent asked them to follow her to the Intensive Care Unit. Foreman, Cameron and House all looked instantly at Chase. He was transfixed on her.

"Let me guess, you can't believe your eyes," Foreman whispered in Chase's ear, "bet you 50 she is already married or has a boyfriend!"

"You're on!" said Chase, Cameron shaking her head at the two of them.

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The end of the tour saw smiles on the three of their faces. The speeches were not only worse, they had to walk around as well. The only one that was vaguely useful to anyone was the Intensive Care Unit to Chase, for the guide that was.

"Lunch, finally!" House said triumphantly, "Where is the cafeteria?" House looked at Cameron who grabbed the map out of her bag. A dark skinned lady with a lab coat walked past. Foreman was captured immediately.

"100 that she is married," Chase whispered with a smirk.