A/N: I'm declaring the trial chap a tentative success, which means I'm writing more! Hope that's cool with y'all. Many thanks to all who read and reviewed! It means a lot. Enjoy! This chapter was inspired partially by my experience in O'Hare with my student group when we travelled to London.

Chapter 2: bored in the concourse

Wilson arrived at House's right on time, being careful to allow enough time to catch their flight. He knocked on the door for what felt like 20 minutes before it was opened abruptly.

"Oh, it's you."

"Nice to see you too, House. You ready to go?"

"As ready as I'll ever be."

"Then let the adventure begin!" Wilson led the way back outside and got into his car.

"You're leaving this parked at the airport all week?" House asked as they loaded his luggage into Wilson's car.

"Nope, Lisa and a friend are going to pick it up and take it back to my place." Wilson put a smaller bag in the trunk, frowning and looking at House when he heard the telltale sound of rattling pills.

House ignored the look. "Then what happens when we get back? Is Lisa going to pick us up?" He emphasized his use of her first name.

"Nope. Ever hear of a cab?" Wilson started the car and pulled out into the street. He turned the radio on, and some happy song House couldn't identify blared through the speakers.

"You're really looking forward to this, aren't you?"

Wilson tapped his hands on the steering wheel to the rhythm of the music.

"I'm looking forward to being a part of something bigger than me, something that can do other people a lot of good. You should be looking forward to it too."

"Oh, I am. I'm also looking forward to my trip to the dentist next month, and to the day when a shark bites my head off."

Wilson shook his head. Hopefully his friend would change his mind.

They arrived at the airport. House took possession of the Vicodin filled bag, leaving Wilson to juggle the rest of their luggage. He strode off to the concourse, leaving Wilson staggering behind under all the weight.

"I thought you'd never get here," he greeted Wilson after the other man arrived at the concourse after checking the bags.

"Well, a little more help would have been appreciated," Wilson panted, yanking the bottle of water House offered him out of his hands and guzzling half of it down.

Wilson sat down heavily next to House and fished a word-find out of his carry-on. He then began digging around for a pen, coming up empty-handed.

"I forgot a pen! I can't believe it. Do you have one?"

House opened the bag around his shoulder, and handed Wilson a pen with a chewed up cap.

"Ew!" Wilson stared at the cap, which was practically non-existent, just a mass of tooth marks.

"From my own personal collection. I was gonna give it to Chase and Foreman as a gift before I left."

"How thoughtful of you," Wilson removed the cap, touching it as little as humanly possible. House glanced around the area, taking stock of the other people waiting for the flight. Growing bored, he opened the bag again, and pulled out a large plastic bag filled with small containers of Play-Doh.

Wilson put his word-find down and raised an eyebrow at him.

"Play-Doh?"

"Best stuff ever made. It's non-toxic if you want some."

"I don't even want to know if you're being serious or not, so I'm just going to pretend you didn't say that, and go back to my word-find." He turned down to the paper in his lap, concentrating on finding one particular word that was eluding him. As he concentrated, the pen cap got closer and closer to his mouth. House put his Play-Doh down and watched intently.

The pen went in, and Wilson's teeth came down on it. As soon as they did, he felt the other teeth marks in it that House had inflicted upon it previously. It suddenly dawned on him what he'd just done. With a noise of disgust, he spit out the cap, and it went flying across the room, hitting an absolutely huge man in the shoulder.

Wilson paled, and he tried desperately to act nonchalant, while House grinned. The man, thankfully, decided that taking action against Wilson was not worth his time. He glared for a moment, and then went back to his newspaper.

"That was close," Wilson said in relief. Suddenly, he didn't feel like completing the word-find. He looked over at House, who was making various pieces of anatomy with the Play-Doh.

"What are you doing?"

House stopped for a moment, admiring his handiwork.

"Accurate, huh?" He gestured at a pair of large, round pieces of Play-Doh, joined in the middle, with a smaller round piece on each.

"These were inspired by Cuddy. I thought you might like them,"

"There are kids here, you know?" Wilson reminded him, attempting to cover the Play-Doh breasts with his hands.

Instead, it ended up looking like he was groping them, and he noticed with embarrassment that a woman was turning her child's head in the other direction with a look of disgust on her face. House remained oblivious.

"So?"

Wilson ran a hand over his neck, and leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes. He felt something on his leg and opened his eyes to find two more large round pieces of Play-Doh. He turned to House.

"What is this supposed to be?"

"Guess!"

"No way, I'm not being drawn into this."

"You're no fun at all. It's Cuddy's ass. And I made it especially for you, so enjoy."

"What am I supposed to do with it?"

"Play with it. I can tell you're bored."

"I refuse to play with Play-Doh shaped like my boss's….backside."

House leaned over and took the lumps of Play-Doh, rolling them together until they were a single ball. He handed the ball over to Wilson. He didn't take it.

"There. Now play with it. You know you want to." He passed it back and forth under Wilson's gaze until he finally grabbed it.

He held it, passing it from hand to hand, then finally, going against his own mind, he began shaping it into a person, head first, then arms and legs. When finished, he looked at it. Not bad.

"Where's the plumbing?" House asked, looking at it with scrutiny.

Wilson sighed. "It's a woman."

"Then she needs these." He handed Wilson a set of miniature breasts, which he took before realizing what they were. Instead of giving them back, he shaped it into hair, which he placed on top of his person's head.

Having finished his person, he placed it on the empty seat next to him.

House held out his hand for the person, and Wilson gave it up, watching as his creation was pummeled into a mass of shapeless Play-Doh, which was put back into its container, and from there, into the bag from whence it came.

House then got up, and headed off in the direction of the souvenir shop, coming back with two postcards and postage. He took the cap-less pen from Wilson, and scribbled something on both.

"What are you doing now?"

"What does it look like I'm doing?"

He passed the postcards to Wilson.

The first was addressed to Drs. Foreman and Chase, the second to Lisa Cuddy, care of Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital. They were identical, picturing women in bikinis, smiling seductively.

Cuddy's said, 'Bored to death in the airport. Glad you're not here, although I miss the twins. And yes, I will thoroughly enjoy driving Wilson insane on this trip. Try not to fall apart without me. –GH'

Foreman and Chase's said, 'Try not to burn the place down or get anyone killed while I'm gone. If you must burn something, burn Cuddy's office. Stay away from my office, you'll find it's booby-trapped. Consider that your warning. Love always and forever, your boss'

"That'll confuse the hell out of them," Wilson thought.

House took the cards back and left in search of a mailbox. When he came back, the announcement came that their plane was boarding.

"Finally!" He took off for the gate.

Wilson stood, stretched, and followed behind his friend. If this was any indication of how the flight was going to be, they'd be removing him from the plane in a straitjacket.

A/N: Please R&R!! I'm hoping people will continue to read and like this fic, cause I have high hopes for it! Thank you!!