Dr. House Takes a Road Trip
Summary: Self-explanatory. Prequil to LOST crossover. Minor LOST crossover. Later in the story though.
Rating: PG to PG-13
Genre: Humor/Adventure/Romance.
Notes to Note: In this timeline Foreman is not boss. House/Cameron.
Chapter 2 - Dr. House Makes Out three days later
Cameron walked to her car; a quiet grunt alerted her to her boss's presence. She cursed to herself and turned to see House hobbling towards her, wearing just a light jacket(which he looked perfect in, by the way). Mocking annoyance, she said, " Planning on following me home, Dr. House?"
House didn't reply until he was on the other side of her car. "I wanted to help you pack." he replied from the passenger side of the car.
"I'm capable enough." she said.
"No you're not. Let's go." House pursued.
"Whatever. Get in." Cameron said, rolling her eyes.
"Goodie."
Cameron opened the door and walked in, followed by House. He glanced around and licked his lips. "Nice place." he said.
"It's actually dirtier than it usually is." she replied, a half-smile on her face. "Come on, my room is this way." She walked towards her bedroom, slowly followed by House. His eyes glided over her body, a smug grin forming at his lips. She walked into the roomand looked over her shoulder. "Will this lead to something?" she asked, stopping.
House snapped out of his trance. "Dr. Allison Cameron, how dare you think so dirty a thought!" he exclaimed. "I should be the one asking that."
"Huh? Why?" she asked, walking over to the closet and opening it.
"Well..." House started with a deep breath, "...the way you said which way your room was, the way you walked, and quickly you folded earlier. Oh! And Peaches and Cream playing lightly on the radio."
"I turned it off!" she countered.
"Uh, yeah, at the end." he said, smiling in victory. "And your new tight jeans. One size down maybe."
"Shut up!" she snapped, feigning anger.
House scoffed. "Don't get your panties in a very nice wad." he said, examining a pair of velvetpanties hanging out of a almost open drawer. He limped to her bed and sat, rubbing his leg. He pulled out his pill bottle, opened it, and spilled a pill onto his hand.
"How would you know what my panties look like?" she asked, pulling out a small step ladder.
"Besides the open drawer, your new tight jeans you are wearing at this moment." he replied, popping the pill into his mouth and swallowing. She gasped quietly, ran over to the drawer, and shoved it closed.
"Victoria's Secret. What's her secret, I wonder." he said, "Her amazing breasts, maybe."
"You're still an ass." she said, walking back over to the closet.
"Who puts their suitcases in a closet?" he asked, standing up and making his way over to her.
She stepped up onto the top step of the step ladder and reached up to the top. "Me."
"Ha. No wonder." he said, standing behind her. "Need help?"
She grunted. "No." She grabbed the suitcase and pulled hard. It came loose and she fell back into House's waiting arms, now facing him. His cane was on the floor. And soon was her suitcase. They were suddenly in a kiss, both their eyes closed. The kiss became more deeper, more passionate. With a sigh, she broke the kiss and put her forehead against his.
TBC
