Drabble 63: Freak Show

"Are you sure about this?" Cameron insisted doubtfully, walking behind House, Wilson, and Chase. Foreman had taken off to buy cotton candy.

"Relax," Chase laughed, hands tightly in his pockets against the November breeze, "Volunteering for an act is nothing big. You'll survive."

House and Wilson exchanged looks and smirked. "Yeah," House chuckled, "We have our own little freak show right here."

Chase stopped mid-sentence. He gazed at the man across them. "Blimey, he looks like my dad."

This time, House and Cameron looked at each other and shrugged. House was right; it was a freak show here every day.

Fin.