A/N: Sorry for the long break in between chapters but I have been fairly busy lately. I hope to get another chapter up soon. Thanks for the reviews, soccerchick13, jenloveshouse and bemorechill. Yes, Montreal is included in their trip and I'm Canadian too! Not much else to say but enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own the Vancouver General Hospital, I have never been there, luckily, so sorry if my descriptions aren't exact. Also, I sadly did not have enough for the ownage of House M.D, but I did have enough for the ownage of my own character, Dr. Tom Jones. He is mine, please don't use him. I also don't own the song "Dr. Jones by Aqua" or the discovery channel or The Bachelor

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Knock. Knock. Knock. House rapped on Wilson's door quickly and impatiently.

"Come on! We gotta go right now; we're going to be late!" House shouted.

Wilson opened the door. His eyes were red and puffy. His outfit looked like it was put on in the dark. His blue shirt was ruffled and half tucked into his black dress pants. A half-done green striped tie was wrapped around his neck. He looked like a mess.

He sniffed, "Since when do you care if we are on time or not?"

House's jaw dropped. Warily, he replied, "That doesn't matter. The better question is, since when do you look like a tornado hit you ten minutes before we have to leave?"

Wilson decided to ignore House's comments and said with a shaky voice, "Julie sent me something in the mail."

"Is that bad? She is in Boston right now for that business trip, is it a postcard?" House asked, knowing that Wilson's answer would definitely not be yes.

"She wants a divorce. A divorce! Who would want to divorce me?" Wilson cried. He took a Kleenex out of his pocket and blew his nose.

House smirked, "Wilson, she was your third wife. You'd think you'd be used to divorces by now."

"But I dumped them," he shouted angrily. His fist waved in the air.

"Come on, let's go to the airport. Maybe a nice little plane ride will make you happy? If not, there's always Cameron to cheer you up," House joked.

The two pals grabbed Wilson's things and started towards the car.

Wilson snickered, "Yah, you're right."

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"Hey," Chase said to himself quietly, "Hey how you doin? Ugh. I'm such an idiot."

Cameron walked up behind him wearing a very large smile, showing off her white teeth, "Why are you talking to yourself?"

Chase jumped, "Ahh! Don't do that. You scared me half to death. And I wasn't talking to myself." He blushed.

"Oh really? I must being going crazy then," Cameron countered.

"Yes, you're definitely crazy. We might have to get that checked out." Chase smiled, and tried to swish his flowing blonde hair, unsuccessfully.

Cameron was about to say something when a loud, booming Cuddy started talking through a megaphone.

"Okay people! Bring your things over here. We're boarding in fifteen minutes. Come get your plane tickets from me." She stepped down from the large brown crate she was standing on, in the middle of the hall. People passing by stared at her as if she had some sort of deadly and very contagious disease. House walked up to Cuddy.

"Hey." His smile turned out to look like he just got his foot stomped on.

"Are you okay? You look, pained." Cuddy said, confused. She handed him his ticket.

House quickly realized he shouldn't try to smile and lied, "Yah, I'm fine. I think it was just my leg acting up again." He opened his bottle of Vicodin and popped a pill into his mouth. Cuddy watched the lump in his throat move downwards as he swallowed.

"Okay."

Chase and Cameron walked up to Cuddy together.

"Can we have our tickets please?" Cameron asked.

Cuddy looked between the two of them and noticed Chase glancing at Cameron's curly locks. "Yup, here you go."

She had just finished handing out the tickets to Foreman and Wilson when the intercom beeped.

"Flight 415 boarding now. That's Flight 415 boarding now."

Foreman smiled, "That's our flight."

The large medical gang gathered their carry-on luggage and made their way to the boarding dock. One by one they filed into the plane and found their seats. Wilson was stuck in between Carmen and Chase. Behind them, Foreman took the window seat and House and Cuddy sat beside him.

"Okay, let's get this straight. There are five hours on this plane that we have to spend together. Please, don't make it seem any longer." House said, staring at Chase.

Chase disfigured his face, "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Oh nothing, lover boy." House snapped.

"Lover boy?" Chase asked, taking a step closer to House.

"Don't act so stupid Chase. Everyone could see you trying so desperately hard to gain the affection of your heartthrob, Cameron," retorted House. At this comment Cameron blushed, then turned her head and searched for something, anything to find remotely interesting to look at.

Chase glowered at House, calmed himself, and then started a heated discussion with Wilson on the subject of how women can get out of speeding tickets easier than men can. After a while, Cameron decided it was safe to look in the general direction of Chase and joined their discussion. Foreman turned around and looked at House, who was in turn staring at Cuddy. Foreman shook his head and quietly laughed to himself. House likes Cuddy. Wow that's really, really funny. His thoughts were soon interrupted as he heard a high pitched squeal coming from the row in front of him. What the…someone's kid must be crying? The squealing got worse as the engines got louder. Soon they were rolling down the runway at over 100 miles an hour and the plane started to lift into the air. The annoying buzz was becoming extremely agitating now. It's not the airplane, the take off is going fine…Oh my, it couldn't be…

"Yo, Mr. Wombat. Pipe down up there. You are giving me a killer headache." House said sharply as he smacked the back of Chase's seat with his cane.

Foreman, along with Cameron, Cuddy and Wilson broke into fits of laughter.

"Ha ha ha! You're scared of airplanes Chase? That's hilarious!" Cameron said in between outbreaks of hysterical laughter. Chase was still pouting and looking extremely frightened. It was like watching a mouse being cornered by a hawk and knowing it was going to die. Wilson turned to the side and grabbed Chase's shoulders.

"Chase! Get a hold of yourself! There are worse things than a plane ride. Trust me, if things were that easy…"

The Aussie looked like he was going to have a mental breakdown and sobbed, "Wilson, can I hold your hand until we level off please? I'm scared."

Wilson stared at Chase. He couldn't believe he just said that. Hold his hand, like a little baby. Wilson sighed, rolled his eyes and very unwillingly held out his hand. Chase grabbed it and started to squeeze. Hard. House noticed this and decided to comment on it.

"Are you having a baby or taking a plane ride?"

"House, be nice. Some people are really scared of airplanes," Cuddy said supportively, then turned her head towards Chase, "But you should have told someone you were scared Chase."

"I know," barked Chase, "I thought you would all laugh at me." A single bead of sweat dripped down his face and off his chin.

The plane started to level off and Chase slowly, but surely started to relax. Reluctantly, Chase let go of Wilson's hand revealing red marks.

"My god, you could have squeezed a little less hard." Wilson flared.

"Sorry man," Chase replied.

For the rest of the flight, Carmen and Chase talked over Wilson's lap, and House continued to stare at Cuddy when she wasn't looking. Foreman just kept to himself and watched the land move swiftly below them.

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The odd looking group of six assorted people walked up to a large white building. A sign above the entrance said Vancouver General Hospital.

"Well, this is it," Wilson said with a deep sigh, "Time for change."

Cuddy looked around at her close companions, "Yup, this is it. Let's go have some fun!"

She led the gathering of doctors into the large, ominous hospital. Quick as a bunny, Cameron located the main desk and sauntered up to a small, frail looking nurse in a burgundy scrub. Her thin blonde hair was pulled back into a tidy bun.

"Hello. We're here from Princeton Plainsborough Teaching Hospital, and we were wondering where we are supposed to go," Cameron asked nicely.

The nurse looked up from the paper she was filling out and responded, "Oh, go to the third floor, that's where our diagnostics department is. There should be a doctor there waiting for you so he can show you around. His name is Dr. Jones."

Cameron smiled, "Thanks. See you around." She turned around and walked back to Cuddy, House, Wilson, Foreman and Chase.

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They all walked into their new 'meeting' room, and noticed a tall man in a dark suit with a lab coat on. He was standing in front of a large chalkboard which took up half of a wall. In front of the board was a round table with about ten chairs around it. They all took a seat. He turned around to face them and now, they had a better look at his features. The man had short dark brown hair, almost to the point it looked black and light blue eyes. This gave him a refreshed and energized look.

"Hello. It is very nice to meet you all. I'll start off by introducing myself. I am Dr. Tom Jones."

Quietly, a manly voice started humming the song "Dr. Jones" by Aqua just loud enough for everyone to hear except for Dr. Jones. Chase snickered quietly. Cuddy glanced at House, and then continued her focus on Dr. Jones.

Dr. Jones continued, "I promise to be of assistance to you all during your stay at Vancouver General Hospital. I hope you enjoy your stay and help us with the case I will give you soon enough. Now, what are your names?"

Cuddy was the first to respond, "Hello Dr. Jones, my name is Lisa Cuddy. You can call me Lisa or Cuddy, whichever you prefer. I am the Dean of Medicine in Princeton."

"Thank you Lisa," Tom replied.

Wilson uncrossed his arms. "I am Dr. James Wilson. You can call me Wilson. I am an oncologist."

Foreman raised his hand and said with just enough enthusiasm, "I'm Dr. Eric Foreman,"

Tom nodded his head as if he was trying to memorize the names of everyone in his head.

"I specialize in neurology," Foreman continued.

Chase, thinking he should get in on the action, shouted, "Hey! I'm Dr. Robert Chase. I am an intensivist. I love helping the critically ill, I find it fascinating."

"That's nice," answered Dr. Jones. For some reason, he didn't think he was going to be very fond of Chase.

Cameron spoke up, "Hi. My name is Allison Cameron," she smiled sweetly, "I study immunology."

Tom grinned back and said, "Really? I find immunology a very interesting topic, although I specialize in cardiology and diagnostics."

He looked around to see who was left. There was only one person. An elderly looking man, in about his mid-forties. He looked miserable, yet somewhat pitiable. His fierce blue eyes stared at him.

House waited for a few seconds and then finally gave up and sighed. "I'm Dr. Greg House, don't ever call me Greg. I specialize in nephrology, in infectious disease, and lastly I obviously have specialized in diagnostics seeing as I am the Head of Diagnostics at Princeton Plainsborough," he took a breath then continued, "Now that we all know each other's names, let's paint our toenails and have a pillow fight and, and then we can talk about boys and watch a girly movie and have just so much fun!" He giggled girlishly. Cuddy and Wilson glared at him in unison, but Tom just took a deep breath and resumed his speech from before the name exchange.

"I have to give you a tour of the hospital now, so that you at least know where everything is. I'd also like to mention that although I am from this hospital, I have traveled to all the major hospitals in Canada so I am supposed to come with all of you to guide you through this amazing country."

"Great," House sarcastically said and rolled his eyes.

Tom pretended he didn't hear House, and waked to the door. He held out his arm, welcoming them to get up and walk into the hall. As the assorted group of doctors left the room, Tom saw the faintest hint of a smile on Cameron's face as she passed by him.After the tour, the doctors decided to break up. Chase, Foreman, Wilson, House and Cuddy went back to the hotel. Cameron decided to stay at the hospital to just walk around.

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Chase walked into his hotel room. Plain walls were adorned with brilliant gold picture frames inlaid with soothing pictures of the Pacific Ocean. He took his shoes off and neatly put them out of the way of the door. He then took off his warm, leather jacket and placed it on a hanger in the closet. Chase walked further into the room and saw a bathroom on the right. He opened the door and was bedazzled. A large marble Jacuzzi tub was in the corner. Tan tiles matched the marble counters which had gorgeous sinks placed in them. I'm going to like this hotel. Chase re-entered the main body of the hotel room and sat down on a beige leather couch and quickly located the remote for the television. He flipped through the channels. There was a special on the discovery channel for panda bears. Boring. A cartoon about a boy and his life was on a different channel. Boring. On the verge of giving up, Chase found a show that he could remotely tolerate. The Bachelor. A girl with long brunette hair was upset that another girl had kissed the 'Bachelor' and was crying in her room. After some time, the phone rang irritably beside Chase. Ring! Ring! Ring! Oh my gosh! I completely forgot to call Claire! Ugh, I am so beyond dead. Hesitantly, Chase picked up the shiny black arm of the phone.

"Hello?" Chase said grudgingly.

A screechy voice started yelling on the other line, "Where are you! I've been waiting all day for you to call. You left a note saying you would this morning, but no you didn't. I had to call the hospital to ask where you were and they said you are in Vancouver! Why didn't you tell me? What is your problem?"

Silence.

"Hello? Chase? Are you going to answer me or just ignore me?"

"Do I have a choice?"

"Not really."

"That's what I thought."

"So?"

"They just told us yesterday. I meant to call you. I just…."

"Forgot?"

"Yah."

"You always forget Chase."

"I don't try to."

"Well you should try harder."

"Sorry."

"Sorry isn't good enough. You're always sorry. So how long are you going to be there for?"

"I'm not sure. We're going across all of Canada, to a hospital in each province for a week each time. So that is about 10 weeks."

"10 weeks! 10 weeks and you didn't think you'd tell me?"

"I told you, I forgot Claire."

"Ugh."

"Are you mad at me?"

"What do you think? You're so stupid sometimes Chase. I am obviously mad at you. Who wouldn't be?"

"Uhhh….I don't know."

"Exactly."

"How was your day sweetie?"

"How was my day? I just told you! Are you brain dead? I have been stressed out all day about you."

"I'm sorry. I really am."

"You know what Chase?"

"What Claire?"

"We're over."

"What?"

"We're over. You heard me. We are so done. We are past done. Our relationship is like over cooked pork. It just isn't good anymore. I'm never speaking to you again!" Her voice started to quiver on the other end.

"But…but I can change!"

Her voice was starting to crack now, "No you can't!"

She hung up. All that Chase could hear now was the monotone hum of the dead line. He hung up the phone. Now he felt like the girl from "The Bachelor" who was crying in her room.

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Meanwhile, at the hospital, Cameron was busy wandering the sterile halls of the hospital thinking of a tall man with blue eyes. She kept walking, not knowing where she was going. During the tour she had hardly paid attention. She was too busy staring at his handsome profile. She continued to think, and thought of the ER episode she watched last night. I think I've found my doctor. As her mind wandered she drifted through the cancer department, then through the OB/GYN and finally ended up back in the meeting room. She sat down at the table and stared at his handwriting. It was masculine, yet soft around the edges. She wondered if that's what he was like.

"What are you doing here?" A deep voice drifted into Cameron's complex mind. She looked up after a few seconds, realizing the voice wasn't just inside her head; he was sitting right across from her.

She blushed and hastily replied, "Oh, you surprised me. I was just sitting here, thinking about things."

"In the dark?"

"Yes. The dark helps me think."

"Oh okay."

They were quiet for a few minutes. Tom cleared his throat to break the silence.

"Well," he said.

"I should really get going. It was a pleasure to meet you Tom," Cameron said breathlessly. She was feeling a little awkward. She gathered her things and took small, but quick steps towards the door.

Before she could leave, Tom answered, "See you tomorrow."

Cameron stopped, looked over her shoulder and replied with a bright smile, "Bye."

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