Fear

Disclaimer: Yeah so I own everything... and pigs can fly! I also don't own Humberside and the story has no relation to any real person or thing in the real place. It is solely fictional.

Okay so I got another day off school and can now update! I might write two chapters today so I can post the other one tomorrow or Thursday so you guys don't have to wait forever for an update.

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Okay so I figure that nothing interesting happens on the flight. Cameron reads and acts natural when House tries to interrogate her, if he does at all, but I figured he'd just sleep. Planes can't be good for infarctions after all.

Oh and I know Chase is Australian and I made him say that he'd never been out of the country but I might make that part of the story.

House yawned as he wheeled his suitcase to the nearest bench. He was tired after the long flight and wanted to get some sleep. Foreman apparently had different intentions.

"Oh, no you don't! We're getting a taxi as soon as Cameron and Chase's suitcases come through. You can go to sleep when we get there, okay?" House groaned and looked at Foreman with wide eyes and a pouted lip. Foreman rolled his eyes at, what he supposed was, House's winning expression and turned to join the other two.

Chase's suitcase had come through but Cameron's was nowhere to be seen. She desperately searched for the deep blue case but found none. Chase could tell she was getting agitated but knew he, and nobody else for that fact, to help her calm down until she found her suitcase. She checked her watch and was dismayed to find that the last suitcase had come in over half an hour ago. There was only the team left in the small airport Cameron knew as Humberside.

Chase walked up to the help desk and tapped on the glass window, where an employee was talking on the phone. She smiled up at him and asked him to wait a minute. He smothered down a laugh at her very Hull-like accent but couldn't help but grin like a schoolboy.

"'ow can I 'elp you?" The woman asked Chase and it was all he could do to suppress hysterics. He bit his lip but immediately regretted it when he tasted the copper-tasting blood entering his mouth.

"Hello, I'm actually here on behalf of my friend. She's lost her suitcase and I'm wondering if you could tell me where it is or when it would arrive. Her name's Allison Cameron." The woman nodded knowingly and this made Chase brighten up no end. Cameron would be so grateful to him if he found her suitcase.

"Ah, yeah. I were jus' talkin' 'bout Dr. Cameron to this man on the phone. He said that there was some trouble an' they dint get it on the plane in time so it won't arrive 'til four more days but we can send it to ya if you give us ya contact de-ails." The woman's accent may have been funny but her words turned Chase's attention away from it. He would have to tell Cameron that she wouldn't have any of her possessions until more than half of the week through their stay in England. Something told him that she would not be as grateful for this news.

"Uh... thanks. Here's her number, I'll tell her that you'll call." Chase walked over to Cameron. It was the longest walk of his life and the tension grew inside of him as he went to tell her the news. She was still pacing from before he left and Chase saw how she frowned, deep in thought.

"Hey Cameron." He murmured, clearly dreading giving her this sort of news. Cameron turned to stare at him with crazy eyes. Couldn't he see that she was annoyed? Why didn't he just leave her alone?

"Your suitcase isn't coming." What did he mean? Of course it was coming. It would come eventually. He was just winding her up. "I talked to the woman and she said that she would send it to you in four days. That's when it's going to arrive." He squeezed his eyes shut in anticipation of what she would do.

"Well that's just great! Come on Chase, let's get the guys and call a cab. I'll be there in a second. I just need to call someone." Chase watched as she rounded the corner into the girls' toilets and sighed in dismay. She wasn't going to much fun to be around until her suitcase was found, and they had a meeting tomorrow. It was going to be a very long day.

"Where's Cameron?" House snapped, not too pleased by the fact that they were the last ones still in the tiny airport. Foreman rolled his eyes at House's tone from the bench where he sat.

"In the girls' bathroom. She's calling some... House, where are you going?"

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House snuck into the girls' bathroom and hid behind a stall while he listened to Cameron's conversation. Unfortunately he could only hear her end so not much of it made sense. He got out a notebook and a pen and scribbled down everything she said.

"The stupid airport people lost my suitcase... oh, okay... you don't have to... that's great El... really? She did!... What about you know who?... NO! Don't you dare tell him I'm here... yes, dad you idiot... who else would I be talking about?... Don't tell him I'm here because he'll want to see me and I really don't want to see him... Okay I'll come by tomorrow and meet you out back. Tell Seth hi... love you too... bye." She hung up and House ducked into the stall in an attempt to hide from her. He ducked too late though, and she spotted him.

"HOUSE! This is a GIRLS' bathroom!" She shrieked, going completely over the top.

"Why are you making such a big deal out of me being here? Is it because I heard your conversation? Why don't you want to see your dad? Why didn't you want to come to this conference?" House was highly amused at her horrified expression. Then he realised what it was, and it scared him. It was pure fear. She was so scared it shocked him; he'd never seen somebody so terrified.

And he never wanted to again.