Dr. House Takes a Road Trip

Summary: Self-explanatory. Prequel to LOST crossover. Minor LOST crossover. Later in the story though.

Rating: M, just to be safe.

Genre: Humor/Adventure/Romance.

Notes to Note: House/Cameron.

Epilogue

As Oceanic Flight 815 rose into the blue sky, Cameron couldn't shake off the feeling of dread...and a tingling feeling in her stomach. Looked away from the window she was looking out and glanced down at her purse. She zipped it open slightly, just enough to see the box the pregnancy test came in, the actual test next to it. The test that had tested positive. She dreaded telling House. He could be outraged that she didn't use protection. Again, he could joyous. As an hour passed, she debated whether to or not to tell House. She looked over at him and put her hand on his just as the plane had some minor turbulence. She gasped quietly and grasped his hand tightly.

He grinned. looking over at her, and said, "Those bumps: quite a doozy, huh?"

She grinned and breathed out a laugh, nodding. She really had to go to the restroom...after she told House.

"Gregg...I need to say something to you." she said seriously.

"Well, what is it, Ally?" he asked.

"I'm, uh, I'm-"

The plane shook with massive turbulence, interrupting her, and sending the plane down towards the water...

fade to red

and we want everything to end
just like Nostradamus said
everything is left for dead, fade to red

in the gust of the wind on your back
in your gut, in the tracks of your mind
this is how it ends
everywhere there is hope
there is oblivion

and we want everything to end
just like Moses said
everything is parted then, fade to red

in the crest of a wave, on the fields of a plain
in a faraway land its all the same
even when there is love
there is also hate

and when the sun breaks through the dark ( we know we're close to it)
and when the son shines through my heart ( i know i'm close to it, close to it)

from the words of a mystic monk
to a drunk on the edge of a nightmare
so it is
everywhere there is joy
there is also dread
from the throne of a militant king with the wings of the fallen and they start to sing
"inside i am just like you..."

PREVIEW OF oblivion, THE SEQUEL-

A clock ticked lazily in the corner of the room. Slow piano music drifted into the living room, which was abandoned. The same could be said for the rest of the rooms, except for the one with the piano. The actual piano wasn't the source of the music, it hadn't been touch in weeks. The music was emitted from the speakers. It was too perfect, to peaceful. Gregg House sat in a chair, wearing glasses as he read, unaware if the real madness in his life; in his head. Setting down the book, he grabbed his cane and stood up, leaning heavily on his cane. His cane sudden seemed to fade and phase, and House's hand fell right through the cane. His world tipped and the music sputtered and died. He hit the ground hard, sending his nearly non-existent cane rolling. It rolled and stopped at the feet of a woman. It became solid again as her hand touched and wrapped around it.

"No!" he protested, struggling to sit up. Gravity seemed to get more heavier. "Give it back to me!"

Stacy Warner stood in the doorway, her face registering nothing. She held out the cane and said in a voice that was disembodied, "Do you want this?"

Her words echoed in his head and he was suddenly overwhelmed by pain from his leg. He screamed an answer, tears forming in his eyes, "YES!"

"If that's how you wish it." Stacy said. Her clothes were suddenly torn, past the brink of them falling off, her hair messed up, and her skin caked with mud and the occasional streak of blood. She dropped the cane and her eyes rolled into the back of her head. House stared into the blank white eyeballs and screamed. The room flickered quickly, then faded away, leaving House to fall into oblivion...

OBLIVION

a MA-HER-SHALAL-HASH-BAZ production

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...coming this summer to a computer near you...