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A Brit for All Seasons

Chapter Two

As Jacqui approaches the Doctor and the man, the Doctor grabbed her bag and shook it.

"Have you any needles?" asks House.

"Yeah, 8mm. Will that do?"

"Anything...quick, quick. Can you check his blood sugar? I'll inject 25units of insulin."

Jacqui checks the man's blood sugar and while she is waiting she can notice her heartbeat.

"Come on, come on. Haven't got all day!"

"Jeez, I cannot believe this. Are all Americans this arrogant?"

House looks at the meter.

"34.9mmols, check ketones"

Then up at Jacqui.

"What's that in English?" asks House, who is clearly concerned about the man.

"About 500-600. I think.. sorry."

"No, no that's fine. Thanks you saved this guy! If you are ever in Princeton and need a script let me know!"

"Thanks!"

Jacqui looks at the man and has a feeling inside her that this is right thing to do.

Back at PPTH.

The ducklings are sitting in the conference room waiting for Cuddy to come in, since House's leave of absense they have had no interesting cases. Only an immuno-compromised patient with goes and grabs a coffee, whilst they all hear a tapping. But not off Cuddy's shoes, but of House's cane.

"You're back!" Cameron shouted with glee.

"Yeah, and boy was London exciting." House spoke with sarcasm. "Hey Brit make me a coffee, no crap stuff, been on an eventful flight."

Knock knock

"Oh Wilson, what a lovely suprise?"

"House, how'd it go? Any Angelina Jolie's?"

"Nah! Brits aren't that good looking!"

Both Wilson and House chuckle.

Meanwhile in a flash hotel, Jacqui sits there. Takes a sigh and thinks about calling her parents. But then realises that it's early morning there. She falls asleep.

"William Overture"

Her phone rings, startling her from unconciousness.

"Hi, Jacqui Webb"

"Hello, welcome to America. Did you have a nice flight?" a female voice spoke.

"Yeah not too bad thanks. You are?" still confused from her sleep.

"Lisa Cuddy, Dean of PPTH. Are you ready to come in tomorrow?"

"Sure, no problems."

" I'll get our Head Diagnostician to show you around. His manner isn't great, but he is a great doctor."

"About 11am, is that okay?"

"Sure thanks, speak in the morning!" Cuddy hangs up first.