A/N: There be smut in this chapter :) Just sayin...

Also, thanks goes out to Visitkarte for the PM about condom alternatives in 1666 :) Duly noted :)

Chapter Four

London, England, 1666

Supper was quite the grand event. House was seated at the table with the King and Queen as their special guest, along with Althea, and a few others he didn't know, nor did he care who they were. Every course was brought out with some ceremony. There was every kind of meat imaginable, prepared in very creative ways. The wine was never ending and at the end of it all, House was very nicely drunk and so stuffed he could barely move.

"I trust your quarters are satisfactory?" the King asked House.

"Yes, thank you, Your Majesty," he said, trying to keep the slur out of his voice.

"My castle is your castle. You are free to go wherever you like, but must respond when you're needed."

House resisted the urge to roll his eyes and nodded. "Yes, of course."

A page approached House and placed a folded note on the table. "A message from Dr. Von Braun, Doctor."

"Uhh, thanks," House nodded to the boy and unfolded the note. It was handwritten in pig latin.

eetm em ta ym abl ta 10 onightt.

-ELB

"How odd," the Queen said to her husband, "that he should receive a note from the blacksmith."

"We met this afternoon, Your Majesty," House said to her as he read the note quickly and folded it back up. "He helped me tend to your daughter, the Princess."

Her eyebrows shot up in surprise. "He did? And how, pray tell, did he do that?"

House had to think fast. "He had the necessary supplies in his workshop. I guess he keeps them in case he injures himself on the job, your Majesty."

That explanation seemed to please her and she nodded, turning her attention back to her husband while he felt someone else giving him the eye. He looked over and saw Ruth giving him an impish smile, which he returned and wiggled his eyebrows suggestively for effect, then suddenly noticed Althea, who was seated across from him, scowling.

"Something wrong, Princess?" he inquired as he finished off his glass of wine before someone came along and promptly refilled it again. Oh yeah, he could definitely get used to this.

"A little young for you, isn't she, Doctor House?"

"Jealous?"

She looked appalled and then blushed as red as her gown. "Of her? Not at all. In fact, if you choose to fraternize with someone beneath you then by all means."

He arched an eyebrow. "Someone beneath me? Wow! I didn't realize you held me with such high regard."

Althea blushed even more. "My father is quite taken with you. You might as well be his prodigal son. I've never," she said, and then let her voice trail off as she reached for her wine glass.

"Go on," he encouraged, "you've never what?"

"I've never seen him take such a keen interest in a complete stranger before," she said, her voice soft.

"Only those who save his daughter from bad guys, I guess. Lucky me. I guess that means I won't find my head on a chopping block anytime soon, huh?"

"Don't get too comfortable, sir. You just got here." And with that, she got up and excused herself.

X X X

House had gotten out of his uniform and stood at the window looking out at the courtyard below wearing only his boxer shorts and a linen robe that hung open.

He heard the door creak open and smiled to himself as his conquest arrived in his bedchamber. "I thought her Majesty would never retire," she groaned as she closed the door behind her and bolted it.

House turned around and she took him in, starting at his feet, up his muscular legs, lingering at his shorts and then up to his face. Apparently pleased with what she saw, she sauntered across the room towards him while he stood there and waited for her.

"Did anyone see you?"

"Nay," she shook her head and placed her hands on his chest as her long nails raked over his nipples. Then she looked up at him and smiled. He slid his hands down her arms and around her waist, admiring how the tops of her breasts almost spilled out of the top of her dress and he lowered his head to kiss each one. She giggled at the way his scruff tickled the sensitive skin but threw her head back to expose her neck to him, which he devoured.

Her hand slid down his chest and over the slight bulge in his shorts, which instantly perked up a little more at her touch as he continued to kiss and nibble her neck. "Oh my, you are a very big man, aren't you?"

"Wanna see how big, little girl?" he growled as he watched her shove his shorts down his legs and stepped out of them as she got down on her knees and took him into her mouth in one swift movement. He hissed as he buried his fingers in her long hair and bucked his hips into her mouth. She glanced up at him and he smiled down at her. "I guess that would be a yes?"

She seemed to smile, which proved to be quite a feat considering his cock was almost all the way down her throat and he grabbed onto the nearest table for support.

"You're very good at that," he hissed as he leaned against the table as well, watching her head bob up and down as he scraped the back of her throat. Damn! She didn't seem to have any sort of gag reflex and at that point he felt like he'd died and gone to heaven as she took his balls in her hand and gently massaged them.

"Oh God, yes!" he hissed and started bucking his hips a little. He was starting to get close, and he didn't want to end that way so he backed away from her and she looked up at him in confusion. "Not this way," he whispered as he looked toward the bed. She seemed to get his meaning and untied the front of her dress, loosening her corset and letting her breasts pop free from the restricting garment. "Very nice," he said as he stepped closer to examine her very nice, but not too big, breasts. They were so perky and round, and if this had been the twenty-first century, he would've sworn she paid good money for them. But no, her assets were definitely a gift from God. He bent down and took one of her pink nipples into his mouth, suckling on it to turn it into a hard nub. She gasped and placed her hands on his shoulders for support as he paid the same attention to the other one.

"Mmmm," she hummed as she stepped back until her legs hit the end of the mattress and she sat down on the bed with his mouth still attached to her breast. He pulled away and slid his hands up her dress, felt the heat from her core and let his fingers discover her wet folds. She gasped once more and fell back, gripping the sheets as he flipped her dress up and stood between her legs. He grabbed the waistband of her panties and gave a hard tug, pulling them down her legs and spread her wide open before diving in.

"Greg!" she gasped as his tongue lapped her core, taking in her sweetness and teasing her nub with his fingers. "Oh God! No man has ever done this to me. Oh Yes! Don't stop!" she grunted as she began thrusting her hips against his face. House continued to lick and suckle her clit as he inserted two fingers into her and curled them, finding her G-spot, and made her scream. When she was still coming down from that mind blowing orgasm, he moved on top of her and pressed his entire length inside of her. She was very wet and she grunted when he began to thrust hard. "Oh God!" she screamed as she scratched her nails down his back and broke the skin.

His thrusts were powerful as they pushed her across the bed until her head was hanging over the side and her legs wrapped securely around his waist to keep him close and deep.

She screamed and went completely limp underneath him as he gave a few more hard thrusts and then came to his own climax. He then pulled her close so her head wasn't hanging off the side of the bed anymore. After lying there for a few minutes, he checked his watch. It was almost ten O'clock and time to meet Emmett. "I'm hungry again," he sighed as he sat up and collected the robe that was lying in a heap on the floor.

"I'll have some food brought," she suggested as she sat up, still almost fully clothed.

"I like to eat alone," he said as he tied the robe to cover himself and then pulled his shorts back on. "I'm going to the kitchen. You can go back to your Queen now," he said and then laughed at the look of rejection on her face. He stopped and stared at her. "You're still here?"

She quickly gathered her belongings, her face red with embarrassment. "What? Did you think I was going to marry you after a roll in the sack?" he laughed. Might as well get rid of her now so she wouldn't bother him again in the future. As good as she was at giving head, the sex wasn't all that spectacular. Once he was decent, he left her alone in his room and went to the kitchen to find something to eat. The room was dark but he managed to find an apple and as he was leaving, bumped into someone. That someone being Althea.

"I beg your pardon," the voice, which was female, apologized. "It was dark and..."

"It's fine," House said as he held her arm to ensure she didn't fall over. He did shoulder check her pretty hard. "You okay?"

She looked at him in confusion. "Okay? What is the meaning of that?"

He rolled his eyes. He was really going to have to get used to the slang and lingo of that time period. Okay was not okay.

"I mean are you alright?"

"Oh, yes, thank you."

"Good."

Althea looked him up and down in what he had on and smirked. "Getting ready to retire for the evening, doctor?" she inquired.

He smiled at her. "I am now. I suddenly um, worked up an appetite."

Althea blushed, understanding his meaning and backed away until she was out of the room entirely.

Shaking his head in wonder, he returned to his room and changed clothes to meet Emmett at his workshop near the stable. As soon as he arrived, Emmett took one look at him and shook his head.

"What?" House demanded.

"Nothing."

"No, not nothing. What's that look about?"

"You're late."

House glanced at his watch and saw it was already a quarter past ten. "So?"

"I said ten."

"Boo hoo. So I was late. I uh, had something to do."

"Or someone, judging by the shit eating grin on your face."

House merely grinned. "Jealous, old man?"

"Not at all. If you want to screw everything with a pulse that's your business. But I will warn you that sexually transmitted diseases and unwanted pregnancies still exist in 1666. I don't have enough penicillin for the whole Kingdom."

"Pfft whatever. I don't need a lecture. I'm a big boy."

"I wasn't lecturing you, Greg. Merely just warning you to be careful. Anyway, let's go. I need your help to get the time machine back in here."

House's eyes widened. "You're going to bring it back here? Isn't that kind of dangerous? What if someone sees it?"

"They wouldn't know what it is. And if they ask, I'll just say it's something I'm working on to help us fight wars. I'll tell them it will eventually be a weapon. Now let's go." He handed House a lantern, grabbed his own and beckoned House to follow him. They walked in the woods for about twenty minutes before they came upon what looked like a pile of branches. Emmett starting pulling the branches away until he revealed what looked like a stainless steel DeLorean with the front grill bashed in like it had come in contact with a tree.

"Holy crap! You built a time machine out of a DeLorean? Cool." House ran his hand over it. "I've never seen one of these up close before. They're awesome."

Emmett nodded and opened the gull-wing door and put it in gear. "I need you to push this thing back to my workshop."

"Me?" House laughed. "Why me?"

"You're younger and in better shape than I am."

House couldn't argue with that and started pushing. The car moved pretty easily through the woods with Emmett steering and they managed to get it through the large double doors of his workshop and covered it with a large tarp that he kept in the trunk. Once it was secured with bungee cords, Emmett nodded and then attempted to explain how the time machine worked. "All we have to do is fix the grill and make sure there's no other significant damage which would cause the machine to malfunction while it's traveling through time."

"We?" House laughed.

Emmett arched his eyebrow. "I'm assuming you want to get back to your own time."

"Well duhh."

"If you help me, I'll make sure you get there. But this has to be very secret. Do we have a deal?" he asked, extending his hand to House.

House looked at the hand, hesitated, and then shook it. "Deal."

"Okay good. There are just a few things you have to be careful of while you're here. One, you could drastically change the future. As a doctor you have to be very careful. You could cause someone to live or die that shouldn't have. It could cause a serious paradox in the space-time continuum and destroy the entire universe."

House nodded. "Check. What else?"

Emmett's eyes widened. "This isn't a game, Greg! I'm talking serious repercussions here," and went on to tell him about his friend Marty meeting his parents in 1955 and then about the sports almanac and alternate timelines.

"Yeah okay, I get it. No interfering."

"Good. I'll tell you the rest as we go along. It's getting late and I'm going to bed. We should meet here every night at ten and work on the time machine. The sooner the better. In the meantime, try not to impregnate some poor girl."

House smirked. "It'll be tough but I'll try. What about you?"

Emmett blinked. "What about me?"

"How long have you been here?"

"A few months."

"And you haven't fallen prey to the charm of the young ladies in the kingdom?"

"No, I, unlike you, have some measure of control over my hormones."

"Too much control. Haven't you ever just decided to let loose and do something crazy?"

"Of course. But that didn't involve underage girls."

"Not even ones who were interested in you?"

Emmett scoffed at that. "I'm not exactly Paul Newman. I'm not as attractive as you, or as young. Everyone around here sees me as the 'old man who works as a blacksmith for the king," and they expect me to drop dead any minute because, in this time, I should be long dead for my age."

"How old are you?"

"Sixty-six. Hell, I'm old enough to be your father and old enough to be Althea's forefather."

House caught that last remark and ran with it. "Ah-ha! I knew it!" he said, pointing at Emmett in the chest. "You do like her. Oh man, you're in trouble."

"What are you talking about? I haven't said I wanted to do anything with her."

"Oh really? So you're telling me that if she came to your bed in the middle of the night begging for it, you'd turn her away?"

When Emmett didn't answer right away, House laughed. "That's what I thought. And here's the amusing part, it wouldn't surprise me if she did. I saw the looks between you two."

Emmett shook his head. "As much as I care about her, it would never happen. She has more sense than to go climbing into my bed." Then he glared at House. "Or yours."

"Mine? She hates me. I bumped into her in the kitchen while I was getting a snack and she more or less told me I was degrading myself by sleeping with the help."

"Well, you kind of are," Emmett shrugged. "You're the King's prodigal son. You should be screwing a Duchess or something."

House merely grinned. "Eventually. I'm working my way up the ranks."

"Just remember what I said. The pill doesn't exist in 1666 and I doubt you have enough condoms to go around. Of course...you could always visit the butcher in town. He could probably make you some."

House scratched his head. "Hmm...I didn't think of that. He could use a sheep's appendix..."

Emmett nodded. "Precisely."

"Thanks for the tip. I'm going to bed. See you tomorrow night. Same time, same place?"

"Yeah," Emmett nodded. "Good night, Greg."

"Just call me House. Everyone else does."