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 time line Foreman is not boss. House/Cameron.
Chapter 5 - Dana, GSP, and Bulimia
Gregg House pushed open the door and limped outside. The garden was the best place to watch planes take off and land, complete with two pools of water and a fountain in the center. He stood looking down at the steps.
"What's wrong with your legs?" asked a quiet, girlish voice from beside him. He looked over to see a woman in her twenties, at least, sitting on the steps.
"Woah." he muttered. "Expected to see a teen."
"I get that a lot. It gets annoying sometimes." she said. "Name's Dana. Dana Bacher."
"Gregg House."
"Nice to meet you." Dana said.
House shrugged in reply.
"What's wrong with your leg?"
"Infarction in my thigh muscle. I hoped I was dying." House said, grimacing. He grinned and pulled out his pill bottle. "I get to eat these! If you really annoy me or..." He quickly looked her over. "...or get me horny..." He glanced inside at Cameron through the glass, who was sitting in between Wilson and Stacy. "...I'll reacher for these. " She laughed and looked out at the runway.
"Where you heading?" she asked.
"Las Vegas."
Cameron and Wilson stood watching the digital map and the information board.
"Damn it." Wilson muttered. "He's delayed."
"Well, there is a clump of thunderstorms over there-right in his path." Cameron said.
"Of course." he said. He glanced around. "Did House go to the bar?"
"He's outside, talking to someone." Stacy said, looking up from her magazine. "Some girl."
Cameron immediately looked.
"Ha." Wilson walked towards House. His cell phone suddenly rang and he pulled it out of his pocket; it was actually Houses cell phone. Cuddy. He flipped it open and pressed the green button. "Yello?"
"House?" Cuddy asked.
"Wilson. What is it?" Wilson asked.
"House has a patient."
"Where are you going?" House asked.
"Australia." Dana replied. "My son's blind, we may have found a cure or something to help him."
"And where is this son?"
"Inside with a friend."
House looked her over again. Beautiful eyes, cute...pants, beautiful hair, and a wonderful personality.
"House!" Wilson said, bursting through the glass doors.
"Jimmy!" House exclaimed, popping a vicoden pill into his mouth.
"Who?" Dana asked, looking over her shoulder.
"You have patient." Wilson said, with his hands on his hips.
"Huh. Symptoms?" House replied.
"Um, pain in his abdomen, one testicle is smaller than the other-"
"When'd he find out?" He asked, interrupting.
"Sex, he noticed blood in his sem-"
"Testicular cancer. Boring. Send him to Dr. Wolfe and start him on chemo." he interrupted.
Wilson nodded and walked back in, dialing a number into House's cell phone.
"What was that about?" Dana asked.
A plane landed on the runway.
House slowly sat down next to her. "We're doctors. I can't seem to escape my doom."
She grinned. A girl walked out and said, "Dana, your flight is here."
"Nat?" Dana asked.
The girl pointed. "Waiting." With that, she walked back in.
"Well, that's my flight." Dana said, standing up and brushing her hands off on her rear end. "Nice talking with you." She held out her hand.
House shook it, "Same here." He unconsciously bit his lip quickly.
For Dana, time seemed to slow as she walked his lips. Lip biting turned her on. She gasped quickly and the temperature rose for her. She returned to real time. "Uh, can I get your phone number?"
"She made him laugh." Cameron pointed out.
"Amazing." Wilson said, "I made him laugh."
They looked at him.
"They're flirting." Stacy said, motioning towards Dana. She had her hands in her back jean pockets.
House held out his cane and she took it.
"What the hell's he doing?" Wilson asked quietly. House pulled out a receipt and a pen and jotted down something. He gave her the receipt and she put it in her pocket then patted it. He grinned again and said something, making her laugh. She gave him his cane, opened the jacket he was wearing and pulled a card out of an inner pocket. She held out her hand and House gave her the pen. She jotted something down then gave it to him.
"I'll be damned." Wilson said, smirking.
"What?" Stacy and Cameron asked.
"They exchanged phone numbers."
Cameron sunk back into her seat.
"Goodbye, Dana Bacher." House said, open the door for her.
She smiled, blushed, and nodded.
"See you later, Dr. House." she replied, stepping into the airport. She gave him a tempting smile then walked to her son. He watched her go, a sinking feeling in his stomach. He turned to look at Cameron, who was staring at him. He looked down then nodded and limped towards them.
"Is anyone here a doctor? Anyone!" a man yelled, running into the terminal. House limpd past Cameron, Wilson, and Stacy and asked the man, "What's wrong?"
"My daughter, she threw up. Can you help me?" the man pleaded.
"Yeah, sure, whatever." House muttered, limping the way the man came.
"Right there." the man said, pointing towards a high school girl, a senor, on her knees in the bar.
"Ew." House said, looking a the vomit.
"Daddy, I told you not to get me a doctor!" she wined. She wore a low-cut shirt, tight around her waist.
"Baby fat." House said, poking her side with his cane. "Did your boyfriend leave you in the middle of sex?"
"What? N-no." she replied timidly.
"Is he gentle?"
"Are you made fun of?" House continued.
"No, not really."
"Is the loving daddy diddling you?"
"No!" she and her dad replied.
"You're bulimic." House determined. "You have a hickey on your neck and dried tear streaks on your face. Get on a diet and stop shoving your fingers down your throat. You're messing up your heart."
"Wait, how-"
"And go make up with you boyfriend." House nodded slightly then left the bar. He limped in and sat next to Wilson. "I just can't get away from my job!"
TBC
