Look! It only took a day. Here's the first chapter. Its pretty good, ifIdosaysomyself.

Okay. I'd just like to thank everyone that reviewed and said they'd read it. You mean a lot to me because I like to have an audience…it gives me motivation! Also, this first chapter (especially) might read a little weird, but that's because I haven't done a fan fiction in like…6 months. So bear with me, and leave constructive criticism if you feel it's needed.

Disclaimer: This is the only time I'm gonna write this, so listen up. I don't own House OR Doctor Who. The End.

Let the games begin…I hope you're ready!

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Doctor Gregory House was, as usual, livid. And, as usual, his anger was directed to one Lisa Cuddy, the bane of Dr. House's existence. In this particular circumstance, though, House felt as though his anger was justified in that this time, it really was Cuddy's fault.

"What the hell do you mean 'the elevator's broken'?" House said loudly. Patients stared after them as they made their way through the hospital's hallways. Cuddy had nearly made it to the staircase when she discovered she had left an important file behind. When she got back to her office, House had been there, and had followed her clear across the hospital.

Lisa Cuddy stopped did her signature eye-roll-look-up-open-mouth-to-sigh that she did whenever someone- House- gave her trouble.

"I mean, literally, the elevator is no longer in service. Temporarily. I think you'll be alright, though, for a few hours." The dark haired doctor tried to make her getaway by walking as fast as her shoes would take her.

"You're joking, right?" House said, trying to keep up with Cuddy. He was not even about to give up. "Great, now I'll have to page Chase and tell him I'm going to be late. Are you aware you have a crippled doctor at this hospital?"

"I am truly sorry, House. I really am," she lied through her teeth. "But we didn't get the yearly check done like I should have, and now the damn thing won't budge. The repair men are working very diligently and-"

House grabbed her shoulder, bringing her to a stop. "So, explain to me exactly why we didn't get the yearly check-up?" His voice dripped malice with every word.

"It's an expensive procedure."

"And…"

"And we used up the elevator budget to help settle the law suits you caused. Both of them," Cuddy said, trying to hold back a smile. She had gotten him there.

"Well that's no excuse," House said, without blinking. "I still can't climb stairs. You know that." He stopped for a minute, thinking. "You did this on purpose, didn't you!"

Cuddy inhaled deeply and closed her eyes. "Yes, House. That's what I did. You uncovered my evil plot," she said, in a cynical tone that House didn't believe, even for a second.

"Hey, miss cheerful, I don't have time…" House said, sternly. "Look, I've got a conference with my team on the second floor at 3:00. Cut me some slack." He narrowed his eyes at her, impatiently.

Cuddy thought for a moment. "Use the wheelchair ramp to get to the first floor," she said, pointing to the ramp behind her. "Cut through the lobby and go through the door that's left of the main entrance. There's another wheelchair ramp, take that up and it lets out just right of the conference rooms." She started briskly walking away, relieved she didn't have to deal with him any more. "You'll find it," Cuddy called over her shoulder.

House, grumbling about elevators and about Cuddy, made his way up the ramp. It was easier than stairs, but not by much. By the time he reached the main lobby, the clock read 2:55. House stared down anyone that looked at him as gimped past the main Help Desk, and ignored the obnoxious, persistent nurse that told him he was being paged on Line 1, 3 and 9 by angry former patients.

He was nearly at the ramp when PPTH automatic doors opened. That was when Gregory House's life changed… in a weird kind of way.

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Earlier, at 2:38 exactly on the same day, a loud roaring was heard across the street from Princeton- Plainsboro. It was so loud, in fact, that the doctors in Conference Room 5 on the third floor gathered by the large full-length window and looked out to see if they could find the sound's origination.

"What the hell is that?" One blonde Australian doctor asked, squinting at the place the sound was coming from. "Does New Jersey ever have tornados?"

"Maybe it's a train," The brunette woman called Cameron suggested. "There's a station about a mile from here, right Chase?" She asked, addressing the blonde. "When the wind is right, sometimes you can hear..."

"No!" Cried the final doctor, Foreman. "Look now! What the…"

As Foreman, Cameron and the blonde Chase looked on, blue light flooded out of the alleyway between two buildings, parallel to PPTH, on the other side of a not-so-busy street. The sapphire-colored light lessened and darkened with every roar. Finally, after what seemed like years, the noise and light stopped. All was still.

"I am so confused," Chase said, leaning up against the wall. "Did no one on the street see that?"

"Well, we saw it," Cameron said, still looking.

Chase shook is head. "Maybe we should tell House about it when he gets here. I got a page from him about four minutes ago. He said he'll be there but he may be late."

"Oh, my God," Cameron said, suddenly. "What if we're all sick with the same thing? What if we all just had the same hallucination? Quick, Chase, is your trachea closing up?"

"Well, if we really are sick," Foreman said, beckoning them both back to the window, "Then it just got worse. Look."

Cameron got her glasses out of her pocket and looked. She gasped when she saw three people emerge from the alley that the light had appeared from: a young girl with blonde hair, an older man in a leather jacket and a younger, dark haired male.

"I can't look," Chase whimpered and closed his eyes. "I don't even want to know what's going on."

Both Foreman and Cameron were silent as they watched the man in the jacket try to walk, then stumble and lean up against the side of the building, panting. The blonde spoke animatedly with the dark haired man for a second while he rested. Suddenly, the man in the jacket stood up to walk again, but to no avail.

The two doctors continued to watch as the blonde, after speaking briefly with Mr. Jacket, slung his arm over her shoulders and lifted him to a standing position. Once the man was on his feet, the younger male assisted the blonde girl, and the trio walked, with some difficulty, across the street and onto the front yard of Princeton-Plainsboro.

"Oh shit, they're coming in," Chase said. Apparently he hadn't looked away for too long. "What should we do?"

"We need to get to the lobby, now," Foreman said, walking to the door and opening it. "They need help and we know their situation." He paused. "Sort of."

Cameron joined Foreman by the door. "He's right, Chase. Come on."

Chase, reluctantly, walked over to them and through the open door. As soon as they hit the corridor, they broke into a run.

"House is going to be pissed," Chase said. Cameron, worried, nodded in agreement.

"Hopefully, if we just tell him the situation…"

Foreman laughed and opened the stairs to the stairway. "You really think he'll understand?"

"He'll have to," Cameron said, and shrugged. Foreman just hoped she was right.

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"Hang in there, Doctor," Jack Harkness said.

He and Rose neared the entrance to the hospital. The Doctor groaned in gratitude. People leaving the hospital looked at them as they passed but no one offered help. Rose thought she heard the Doctor mumble something about humans and how they thought only of themselves, so she hushed him and told him to speak. They approached the doors, which opened automatically, and the first person they saw when as they entered looked…well, he didn't look like he could run MRI's and prescribe medications.

"You!" Rose called, addressing House. "Do you work here?"

"Me?" House said, pretending like she was speaking a foreign language. "Work here? Well, technically, I…"

"Are you a Doctor?" She demanded. Her eyes were full of fear and brimming on tears. She hated to see the Doctor in pain. Hated it, hated it. And it was her fault, her fault.

"Do I look like a Doctor?" House said, knowing the answer. "Really, you shouldn't demand things of people-"

Jack grabbed the front of House's button-up jacket. "Listen, buddy, I've got a Sonic Screwdriver in my pocket and I do not thing that you want to tango with us."

House blinked, genuinely confused.

"Let go of him, Jack," the Doctor said. "Quit being so…"

"He's in a great deal of pain," Rose pleaded, holding back tears. "Please, help us. Help him."

Dr. House looked down at the man who the two were supporting and opened his mouth. Just then, Cameron, Foreman and Chase ran around the corner. They didn't hesitate.

"Come with us, please," Chase said, leading Rose in the direction of the exam rooms.

"You can't put him in there," Cameron argued. "They're all full."

House sighed. "Take them up to the conference room we were in. I'll be there soon," he said, turning to go to the front desk where he could pick up a patient record sheet.

The nurse glowered at him when he asked for one, but gave him one anyway. House braced himself for the challenge the wheelchair ramp would bring. He was nearly at the top when his cane slipped from underneath him and House caught the railing for support. The patient record sheet, though, slipped out of his hand and fell down, down, down and behind him, landing in the corner, to the right of the door he had just come out of. House growled and turned away, making his way back up the stairs.

" Just a bad day," House grimaced, limping the last few feet to the door. "A bad freaking day."

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A/N: I know the chances of PPTH having a wheelchair ramp indoors is unlikely, but it was vital to this story…if the elevators had been working, then House wouldn't have been late and then if he wasn't going to be late then he wouldn't have paged Chase and maybe if Chase and the others hadn't gotten a page telling them House would have been late then they may have gone out and looked for him and then they would've never seen the TARDIS land (that's what the blue light was.) And plus, if the elevators would have been working then House wouldn't have cut through the lobby and Rose wouldn't have accosted him. In fact, it's possible that House would not have even known that the Doctor was at the hospital, and therefore never meet him! And then I wouldn't have a story to tell!

…But you all knew that. You are so clever!

Thanks for reading…please review! (I know you will.)