*Watching last night's House. Confused but it's only been three minutes. This isn't even a case yet! Why can't we get back to Cuddy and House's snide remarks to her, Wilson telling House he will start thinking he's god, which he never really does. When Cameron prances around like a total whore and Chase looks at everything that's going on and like an idiot treats everything like it doesn't matter. Foreman sticks to the simple "House you're an ass" theory. Now Foreman's in charge, Cameron is on Once Upon A Time, Chase is a two-faced jerk, Cuddy's nowhere to be found and the NEW TEAM IS AWFUL! Sorry for my rant. I figured that you all share the same opinions since you're reading Huddy fanfiction.

Review please. This one takes place in the nineteenth century, London. A vulgar, cannibalistic town commonly known for pirates, prostitutes, and mass murders :)

Okay. Onto the story.*

I Can Cure Your Cannibalism

"London?" House asked, holding up a pair of train tickets.

"House, are you out of your mind?" Cuddy asked, feeling like a princess. Anything she had wanted to do, he wanted to make sure she was happy. "How are you going to pay for all this?"

"I've still got money from my last check. Come on, let's go to London." He whined, tugging on her shirtsleeve.

"If we stay on this trip you won't have another paycheck because neither of us are at work." Cuddy said, rolling out of the bed she and House shared. Romans were obviously into close quarters, though she wasn't. Not with House at least. Then why did she agree?

"Relax, we've only been gone three days. I'm sure the hospital has been in good care, between Wilson and my lackeys. We'll be back soon enough, don't worry." House grinned at her devilishly. She rolled her eyes, as though his theory was insane. "We left your child in good hands."

"My child?" She scoffed. "What child?"

"Oh, I forgot we haven't told you." She raised her eyebrow suspiciously. "The hospital, you treat it like a kid. Like your baby. We've recently been calling her Emily."

"Emily?" Cuddy actually laughed heartily at this. She had always thought about all the obscene rumors from the hospital's rumor mill, but now they were just pulling stuff. "If Emily's my baby, who's her daddy?" Cuddy joked, quite curious for the answer.

"Oddly enough, me." House chuckled lightly. Cuddy, oddly enough, had a smile piercing her lips.

"That's ironic." She muttered.

"What's ironic?"

"That the two of us, the two parents of the hospital, in Rome together." She laughed loosely. "Leaving our 'baby' with a sitter."

"Technically, Emily is left with her brothers Chase and Foreman and her sister Cameron, as well as uncle Wilson." House smiled awkwardly. "So London... yes or no?"

"But..."

"For Emily's sake," House pouted. "say yes."

...

Meanwhile, House's dream shows his real reasons for being in London. The streets were crowded, the sewer rats were crawling under the streets. The buildings were black bricks, there were so many people in each building. But not this one. Not yet. Today it was just him and his wife, sharing life's simple pleasures: good food, good kisses and... You get the gist.

"Patients will come." His wife told him, holding her corset ties in her fingertips.

"I sure as hell hope not. The less I have, the more time I get to spend with you." He said, wrapping his arm around her waist. She had on a black dress with crimson lace around the top portion of it. She amorously giggled and put her hand on his face. "And Emily."

Ah yes, Emily. Emily was their three year old daughter. She had dark hair and steely blue eyes, pale pink cheeks and snow white skin. She sat in the room with her mother and father, her red dress slipping over her stool, her juice cup in her fist. "More daddy." Emily squeaked, banging her cup on the counter.

"No more, honey, mommy and daddy don't have enough money to give you more." House said, as the little girl stuck out her bottom lip. "Oh, I'm a sucker." He took a bottle of ale out from the cabinet and poured it into her cup. "Kids are such suck-ups, Lisa." He said.

"Greg, dear, I know." She smiled at him cautiously. "But it's not just us. It's a global problem."

"Curse this city for their damn breeding!" He shouted, you could probably hear it from outside his home. His home and his shop. "I could cure each and every one of them of their cannibalism. But no, they'd send me to the insane asylum before anything else would happen."

"As long as you remember they're wrong you'll never fail."