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, now risen to M, just to be safe.

Genre: Humor/Adventure/Romance.

Notes to Note: In this time line Foreman is not boss. House/Cameron.

Chapter 6 - In the Air

house sat in his seat, his cane taking up the seat next to him. Cameron had boarded with him and now sat a few rows ahead of him. A pregnant woman, at least in her twenties, sat in the seat across from him. He glanced at her, then at her enlarged stomach.

"Traveling in your 3rd trimester isn't really-" House started.

"Encouraged, I know." she finished. "What are you, some sort of-"

"Doctor? Yes. Gregory House, MD." he said.

"Stephanie O'Brian." she said.

"Where you heading?'

"L.A., to another flight, then to Australia."

Wilson and Stacy boarded.

"LA? You must be on the wrong flight." House said, smiling slightly. Wilson grabbed House's cane and dumped it in his lap. "Thank you, Jimmy, for waking up my di-"

"House, be quiet." Wilson said, sitting down.

"The pilot is flying me to LA after we land in Las Vegas." Stephanie said, ignore Wilson.

House nodded in reply.

"Why Australia?" he asked.

"My husband and his brother are there." she replied.


The twin engines of the small jet could be heard through the fuselage as House stared out the window at the Oceanic Airlines symbol on the edge of the wing. His mind was anywhere but on the plane. He could rip his mind away from thoughts of Dana Bacher, at least not without a lot of screaming and kicking. She infiltrated his mind like a Spec Ops team on Red Bull. It couldn't compare to Stacy. Or Cameron for that matter. His mind suddenly flashed to a video clip from the night before last with Cameron. He grinned a knowing grin.

"You're thinking." Wilson pointed out. "About what? Or whom?"

House looked over at him. "Yo mamma." He snatched his cane away from Wilson, stood up, and limped down a row or two to Cameron.

"Hello, sweetums." House said to Cameron quietly. "Is this seat taken?" He motioned with his cane to the seat next to her.

She grinned and shook her head. He limped past her and sat.

"How are you, House?" Cameron asked.

"Fine." House replied.

"Who were you talking to back at the airport?"

"Dana?" he said, with a smug smirk. "I bit my lip and she asked for my number. Go figure."

"You gonna call her?" she asked.

"She has a son. And I have you and a dozen other hookers." he said with a smile. "So, no."

She smiled back and looked out the window.

"Is everything alright?"

"House, I'm sorry. I'm not used to you acting this way. Especially to me." she said, looking at him.

House leaned back in his seat and stretched, rubbing his bum leg. "Don't get used to it."


Wilson watched them continue to talk, examining the way House moved and smiled and talked and laughed. Wilson had seen him act that way around Stacy before he had told Wilson that he and Stacy were getting married. Wilson's head was fun of questions. Or, at least half-full of questions. What had happened the morning both House and Cameron were late? What was going on between them? Why, why, why? What, what, what?

He shifted uncomfortably in his seat and unbuckled his seatbelt. The door to the cockpit creaked open and out came the co-pilot. He walked past Wilson and slipped behind a curtain. Wilson stood up, walked to the cockpit and went in.

"Hello, captain. How are we doing?" he greeted the pilot. "Name's Wilson."

"Good. Ah, you're the one who paid for you and your friends. " the pilot replied in an Australian accent. "Have a seat, have a seat!"

Wilson sat down.

"William Van Daan at your service." Van Daan said. "We are currently flying over Kentucky, soon to be Missouri."

"Cool. How much longer do you predict 'til we reach Las Vegas?"

"A few hours. More than 4." Van Daan said. "Your friend back there, with the limp," he said, jerking his thumb over his shoulder. "How'd he do that?"

"House was so unlucky that he got an infarction. Muscle death." Wilson replied. "They could have-would have- cut off his leg, if it wasn't for his ex-wife, who was his wife back then. The only symptom was pain."

Van Daan nodded. "You're doctors, then?"

It was Wilson's turn to nod.

The co-pilot stuck his head in the cockpit and asked, "I'm brewing some coffee, you want some?" "Black, double sugar." Wilson said. The captain ordered the same.


The plane suddered. House sneezed and looked at the window at the dark, gloomy clouds. "Eh...nasty storms." he said, rubbing his nose with a handkerchief. A streak of blue lighting flashed across the sky followed by a second, more closer, flash of lighting.

The intercom clicked on, followed by the voice of the captain. "Hello, this is your pilot speaking. We are changing course to avoid the storm, which may shorten the trip a tad."

House glanced over at Cameron, who was looking out the window, his cane laying in between her legs. He smacked her leg and said and little loudly, "I just love those thighs of yours." He grabbed her cane and stood up.


Stacy watched Cameron and House questionably. Just as questionably as Wilson had. Except, it was different. Like when you watch your boyfriend or girlfriend walk off with another guy/girl at a party. Of course, House had never been hers, but she had wished so many times it had been House next to her in bed, instead of Mark. She was jealous. Something she didn't want to admit to just anybody, especially House. He'd make fun of her or make some smug, rude comment. House limped past her, his cane tapping her ankle as he passed her. He vanished behind the curtain where the co-pilot was making coffee. She smoothed out her khaki pants and stood up, following House. She went behind the curtain. House was bent over a sink, washing his hands. His cane was on the tabletop next to him. He glanced at her.

"So glad you could follow me- hey, wait, I thought I was the spy!" he exclaimed, smug as ever.

"House," Stacy said, "what's going on?"

"I called you here because the co-pilot wants a porno video and I thought we'd have a quick fu-" House started.

"I did no such thing!" the co-pilot interrupted in a British accent.

"Shut up, I was trying to be comedic." House said, turning the water off and grabbing a towel.

Stacy looked disgusted. "Why are you washing your hands?"

"They were dirty. And rough." he said, smirking.

"Who is it?" she asked. "A hooker? Cuddy? God, no... Cameron?"

House barely flinched as he heard Cameron's name.

"Cameron? How?" she continued.

"Who's Cameron?" the co-pilot said.

"Go fly the plane." House said. The co-pilot promptly left, leaving House and Stacy alone.

"You can't just pick someone you haven't hurt already?" she said. House rested his hand on his cane. "You have to pick Cameron, someone you've already rejected! You're going to hurt her again!"

"I-"

"You're just gonna use her, discard her, and leave her to pick up the pieces, then move on to the next defenseless-"

House gripped the cane tightly and slammed it down. "I love her, dammit." he hissed. Stacy stared, mouthing "what?".

"You have your answer, now go."

TBC

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