Tenth chapter! Just a little one, but have no fear! Something big is just around the corner!
Enjoy!
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They collected their baggage, (Cameron had to carry House's bag as well as her own, as he claimed his leg hurt to much from being cramped up for so long,) and walked out the revolving doors, into the taxi bay. Cameron frowned.
"Where are all the cabs?" She asked.
"Right here." House replied, gesturing at the line of cars in front of them.
"But they're not black!" House smirked, she could wear her glasses and look smart all she liked, but he was still sure her head was filled with cotton wool.
"Only London taxi-cabs are black, the rest are just normal cars."
Cameron frowned; she'd been looking forward to driving in a black cab.
House knocked on the window of the nearest car, and the driver got out and greeted them, putting their suitcases into the trunk.
"So you on holiday?" He asked as they drove along the M25.
"Of sorts." House replied rudely, he wasn't in the mood to make small talk with the English working class. He never was.
"We're visiting family." Cameron added in to make up for it.
"Oh, I didn't think you were here for the sights." He chuckled to himself, but seeing Cameron's puzzled face he said, "It's not exactly a touristy place, I guess there's a bit that'll you'll know about but not much."
She leaned forward in her seat, this might be the only time she'd come to England and she wanted to really experience it. "Any suggestions?"
He thought for a moment, "It's always worth doing a walking tour, Ian Wakefield does good ones with all the sights to do with 'The War Of The Worlds', this is where it was written and set you know."
House looked slightly interested at this, but pretended not to be.
"And sometimes they allow visitors to look around Mclaren"
House perked up suddenly, "Really? That's near here?"
"Yeah," The driver replied, "This is the home of it!"
"What's Mclaren?" Cameron asked.
"It's a Formula One racing team! We so have to see that!"
Cameron rolled her eyes, this was the only second time she'd seen his look excited about their trip, and the first was when she mentioned that she'd booked them a joint room, which once they'd found Dan's ex-wife, they could spend a lot of time in.
The driver chuckled, he loved giving the tourists information, he'd wanted to be a tour guide, but their really wasn't any need for them here, their was no tourists!
Racking his brain he couldn't think of much else to suggest.
"It's not an attraction, but you might be interested to know that Harry Potter lived in the same county, with his aunt and uncle."
Cameron looked amazed, House rolled his eyes, but deep down, he was growing more and more fond of this little town.
They drove down a road with a big park on one side, and a little pub on the other.
"So where exactly are you staying?" He asked.
Cameron pulled out a folder with all their travel details, passports and insurance in. She consulted a piece of paper.
"The Wheatsheif Inn." She said.
The taxi did a sharp right turn into the pub car park, and drove around the corner of the building, where it parked.
"This is it."
House grinned, "We're staying in a pub? Beer here rules!"
OK, so far he'd been excited by sex, fast cars and beer. Typical.
The driver retrieved their luggage from the trunk, and waited to be paid, it was a long trip from the airport, but the amount he got for it, and the advice he got to give made it worth it. Not to mention the tips from people like Cameron.
They wheeled their bags inside, and House plopped down onto a sofa to wait for Cameron to check in.
She filled in the necessary paperwork, collected their key, and gestured for House to grab the bags and follow. She was amazed when he did.
Unlocking the door she stepped inside dropped everything and jumped on the bed squeeeing. It was a large room, with old-fashioned flowery wallpaper, and wooden furniture, just as she had imagined it would be. Looking out the window, she could see the big park across the road, where some kids appeared to be trying (and failing) to play American Football.
She flopped backwards; she had a week to find the ex-wife, that was plenty of time left over to enjoy herself. But now, she was majorly jet-lagged and wanted to sleep.