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"What are you doing?" Cameron asked, finding Wilson in the lounge, up to his ears in maps of the Pacific Ocean. From the looks of things, he hasn't slept in over a day.

"Not going to Hawaii empty-handed," he said, rubbing his face before drawing another line with a straight edged ruler over the map.

He was also armed with protractors and other equipment that would put any calculus student to shame. Papers also piled up to the side. Good thing he had a large area to work.

Cameron walked up to the table, stepping around crumpled up papers as she did so.

"Are you trying to plot their course?" she asked, speaking of the rescue planes.

"I'm trying to see how far off course House and Cuddy are." He set his equipment down and handed Cameron a sheet with printed information on it. "That's the day they went down, and the precise time. Now…judging by the current of the seas and the wind that day, followed by the night, and if they did in fact drift, they're heading north."

Cameron briefly glanced at the printed out information of the weather patterns of the middle Pacific dated last week, all the way up to today.

"It's a start," Wilson said and went back to work.

"Assuming they're still out there." Cameron set the sheet down. "This proves nothing."

"It proves that they drifted north. I'll start looking there." He drew another line, matching the weather patterns for the following day after the plane crash.

Cameron looked on as he made notes beside one of the lines.

"Their flight went down here, according to the coordinates that the rescue team gave me," he said, tapping the point of the pencil at the center of a circle in the middle of nowhere. "The length is a hundred miles northwest of Hawaii." He used his hands to illustrate his words. "This line," he said, trailing from the circle to another circle, "is the distance they made from between the time the plane went down and sunset is about ten miles. Assuming they were floating on something. Now, overnight, the seas shift them from heading east to heading north. They were probably asleep and didn't know the change of direction." He traveled the line with his finger, only going up an inch or so. "It's not to scale," he pointed out to her. "Obviously the lines here are longer, but you get the point."

"So you're saying they're up north?" Cameron asked.

"Yes," Wilson said, circling two areas and sketching in longitude and latitude coordinates to where he thought they might be. "Up north, there are a lot of uncharted islands up there. However, if they drifted for more than two and a half, three days, the weather on the seas was rough and they might've gotten the leftovers, so to say, pushing them further west and off the chart."

Wilson sounded so hopeful. For the first time in days, his face was glowing. Cameron hated to ruin it for him. She didn't mean to, but her straight face wiped the smile off his.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"Don't you think you're getting your hopes up here? There's a very slim chance they survived the crash, Wilson. Just because they weren't found in the cabin, doesn't mean they weren't ejected when it hit the ocean floor. You said so yourself…there were many people on the roster bound for Japan that weren't found in the cabin." Cameron spoke calm and easy, almost as if she were a psychologist and Wilson was her patient. The only thing she didn't do is reach out and take his hands.

Wilson frowned. "Since when did you jump on the bandwagon, accepting their deaths?"

"Since I went home to take a shower and a nap last night and got my head together. After their funerals this afternoon…we should let them go."

Wilson shook his head immediately. "No. I'm not giving up until I have solid proof that their dead."

"Their airplane hit the water at five hundred miles an hour, imploding from within! How much more proof do you need?!"

"House jumped out before they hit the water and he took Cuddy with him." Wilson waved his hand to dismiss the subject. "I'm not getting into this with you right now."

"So he jumped a mile up in the air. Hitting the water at that rate would kill him. Cuddy, too."

"Then it looks like I'm going to Hawaii by myself," Wilson said, sounding disappointed with that.

Cameron sighed and shook her head. "No, no I'm not letting you go there alone. I'm still going."

"Look, no offense, Cameron, but I don't want you with me if you're going to be negative about this."

"Negative?" Cameron squawked. "I'm being realistic!"

"Yeah, so realistic you're not willing to give it a shot in finding them. You're so quick to assume they're dead. I can't do that. I won't do that. Maybe you like Feeney and the fact he closed down Diagnostics without a warning. Whatever your reason, I really don't care. I know House is out there. The stubborn ass won't die without a fight."

Cameron lowered her head. "Maybe he did fight," she said in a low voice. "Maybe he died protecting Cuddy. That sounds like him, right?"

Wilson shook his head. "It does, but he wouldn't die protecting her if he knew she was going to end up dying anyway. That's why I know they're still alive and they're on one of these islands in the north quadrant. Don't ask me how, but I know."

Cameron swallowed hard and casually glanced at the map. "So…when are we going?"

"Right after I'm finished with this." He worked while he talked. "My things are packed, the plane is booked—"

Cameron twiddled with her fingers. "I want to go to the funerals."

Wilson stared at her like she had two heads. "You serious?"

"Wilson, there's a million to one shot that we won't find them out there. If I don't go to the funerals, I'll hate myself forever. If they are dead…I want to pay my respects."

"And if they aren't, you're just wasting time, their time, from being rescued and brought home safely."

"Even if you get down there on time today and have a couple hours of daylight, you're not going to be able to look for them right away! There's things that need to be done. You can slap a hundred million dollars in cash on the counter and they wouldn't be able to bring out their best jet in time! They need clearance. Did you even talk to anyone about this first?"

Wilson dropped his head to the map and fell quiet.

Cameron's eyes went wide. "So you just assume that they're going to let you hand them a check and be on your merry way, is that it?"

"What else can I do?!" Wilson said loudly.

"House wouldn't want you to waste your time like this." Cameron's tone was still calm and collective. She reached her hand out and gently placed it over Wilson's knee.

He chuckled, but no humor came from it. "Yeah, that sounds like him. He wouldn't want a funeral either, body in the coffin or not."

Cameron took her hand back.

"But it's still worth a shot. I'll make some phone calls and see where I end up."

Cameron gently shook her head. "I'll call for you. I have a second cousin in the air force, maybe he can help out."

Wilson's face softened. "Any little bit helps."

Cameron smiled small and stood. Just as she went to walk away, Wilson grabbed her hand. Their eyes met.

"Thanks, Cameron…It means a lot, even if the odds are against us."

"I want to find them as much as you do. If not, more," she said and then left.

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House got up to the streambed on his own the following afternoon. It was easy when it wasn't raining. Unfortunately, the lack of rain, followed by the intensity of the sun and constant balmy weather was running the streambed low. There was still enough water in it, however, to wash up. This was House's second time up to the streambed, but did notice something different about it.

"Didn't it used to be one long bed before?" he asked.

"It used to be," Cuddy said, setting down the coconuts and bananas she brought up. "But I was bored one day and with the desire to get clean, I sectioned it out. The left side is our drinking water and the right side is our bathing water."

House frowned at her. "Our bathing water?"

"Unless you can find a drain and a faucet somewhere, I'm afraid so."

House wrinkled up his nose. "So you want me…to get in there…after you've been in there?"

Cuddy had to laugh at how overly disgusted he sounded. If it was a joke, he did a great job at it. "House, you sleep with me on a regular basis."

"Oh I get it," he said, as if he just discovered the answer after being thoroughly confused. "I sleep with you, so therefore, I should get clean."

Cuddy hit him in the shoulder, but never lost her smile. "That's not what I meant. You need to get clean because you haven't showered in over a week and I'm tired of smelling you. Too bad there's only room for one."

"I'll let you sit on my lap."

Cuddy knew where he was going with that and had to decline. "You are going to focus on washing yourself because if you don't, I'm never sleeping with you again."

House's eyes widened in horror. "Seriously?"

Cuddy nodded. "Seriously."

"Then let me at it."

He limped over to the bathing part of the streambed and stepped in after stripping his shorts off. Cuddy eyed his bare backside and felt herself grow tingly. Out of all the times they've slept together and been together on the island, she never saw him naked from the back. Her breath was caught in her throat as she watched him step into the streambed. The water went up to the area just below his knees. Cuddy helped him sit with trembling hands. She hoped he wouldn't notice.

Sitting for House was a bit awkward. He had to fold in his left leg while keeping his right one stretched out. Since the section wasn't that long, part of his leg and foot was out on dry land.

"This is most uncomfortable," he muttered after wiggling around a bit to try to get comfortable. His back was up against something hard. Probably the dozens of twigs and whatnot that Cuddy used to keep the water separate.

"It's roughing it," Cuddy said. "At least we have one of these. Can you imagine what it would be like if we didn't?"

"I'm starting to wish we didn't. I'd rather bathe in the sea. Sorry you can't with the whole rash incident and such."

Suddenly, out of nowhere, he pulled out a coconut and started twirling it in the water like a child in the bathtub with his toys. Cuddy frowned. "Where did you get that?"

"It's Harry," he said, exposing the lighter colored coconut to Cuddy. "He needed a bath, too."

"I didn't see you bring it up."

House shrugged and twirled the coconut in the water again, humming obnoxiously. Cuddy grabbed Harry out of the water and was met with a surprised glare from House.

"You can play with your toys after you get clean," she said, setting Harry down away from House so he couldn't reach for it.

"That's not how it goes," he said, using light sarcasm. "We play with our toys before getting clean. Good thing you don't have kids. Their norms would be so messed up right now."

"Good thing you're not a kid, House. I get to alter the norms with you. Now shut up and wash yourself."

She tossed in things for him to wash his body with while planning to wash his hair for him, treating him like a child anyway. She knelt down beside him and used the shell of a coconut to dip into the water and then pour over his head.

"Stop mothering me," he said, snatching the coconut shell from her hand and did it himself.

Cuddy had no objections. She actually didn't know why she was taking over in the first place.

"You're looking a little shaggy there," she commented with a light chuckle, brushing the pads of her fingers over his beard.

He glanced over at her lower half, which was covered up by her black pants. "Yeah, well, don't get me started on you. I'm surprised my penis doesn't have rug burn yet."

Cuddy's mouth dropped at the blunt comment.

"It looks much worse than your mustache," he added.

Cuddy's cheeks reddened as she covered her upper lip to feel if it was as bad as he said. She couldn't feel a thing.

"But don't worry, as the bus driver from Mrs. Doubtfire said, 'I like that Mediterranean look in women.'"

"House, it's not that bad," she said, not losing her blush. She felt the urge never to take her pants off again after a comment like that. "It's only been a week. Hair doesn't grow that fast."

"Yours does. Have you seen your legs recently?"

"Since my body disgusts you so badly, you wouldn't mind if I said no to sex from now on."

Now it was House's turn to widen his eyes. "Seriously?"

Cuddy nodded. "Seriously. Sometimes it pays to keep your mouth open without talking. And don't go there!" she said, stopping him before he could cook up a clever implication with her sentence.

"Wasn't gonna!" he said, ripping a mock washcloth from her hand and the melted down coconut they cooked over the fire, which turned into something along the line of wax and melted nicely with suds when coming in contact with water, making it amazing for washing up. Cuddy helped him anyway. She took a handful of the coconut and mixed it with water to rub along his shoulders. House groaned slightly when it turned into a massage. A small smirk tugged at Cuddy's lips. She took her hands back as a tease and made a grab for the "shampoo," which was Cuddy's fancy way of saying coconut milk on the island. Mixed in with banana, it was a great hair remedy in a pinch. Now all they had to do was find something sharp enough to be used as a razor. After that, they'd be fit as a fiddle.

"Why did you stop?" he asked, getting into the massage and missing the contact when she broke away.

She looked down into the water and grinned. House was hard.

"Because you are not…ejaculating into this water," she said in a low voice, almost as if she was afraid to use that word to him.

"Why?"

Cuddy felt her cheeks blushing again. "Because I need to use it after you."

House smirked. "Mmm…can I wash you, too?"

"Maybe," she teased, dumping another shell full of water on his head.

House wiggled his brow and drank her body in with his eyes in a very noticeably, alluring way.

"Maybe not," she followed after watching him eat her with his eyes. "My body disgusts you, remember."

"Oh it so does not," he said and grabbed her swiftly by the waist. It caught Cuddy off guard and before she knew it, she was straddling his hips inside the streambed.

"House!" she said in surprise.

"See, there is room for two," he said, putting on one of his classical smirks.

Since there were no tall sides to the streambed, like on a bathtub, House was easily able to pull her kneeling form in with him.

Cuddy was soaked up to her thighs, but unevenly, because of her trying to maintain balance once she was caught off guard and resisting a bit. They didn't have much room at all. Cuddy couldn't move. Both knees were touching the edges of the streambed. She wasn't even straddling him properly. She couldn't go down far enough. Her legs wouldn't let her.

"I told you it won't work," she said, looking down at him.

House hummed. "Maybe not, but I got the most perfect view of the twins here."

All House had to do was lean his head forward and he would be nuzzled in her chest.

"House, can I get out now?"

"Nope," he said, hands traveling up her shirt until he was just far enough to brush the tip of his finger against the surface of one of her breasts.

Cuddy fought the urge to moan at the feeling.

"I love that you wear no bra," he said, his other hand joining in.

This time, he brushed the pad of his finger across her nipple, causing her to suck in air between clenched teeth. He got them both painfully hard in no time, merely just by lightly brushing up against them.

Cuddy's shirt was up and over her before she knew it. Her fingers wrapped themselves in his hair as he attacked her chest. At first, he was gentle, but then his biting and sucking became so urgent that Cuddy could no longer suppress her moans. He knew her sensitive spots and attacked those the hardest. That, along with his tongue circling her nipple caused her body to fire up with desire. She tossed her head back in pure ecstasy.

"Get those pants off," he breathed over a very erect nipple. "Now."

He took it upon himself to unhook the button and slide the zipper down, but because of her legs being spread up over the sides of the streambed, he couldn't get them off. She would have to stand up to do so, or stretch her legs out while balancing herself, allowing him to slide them off. That would be the quickest way.

However, Cuddy didn't move.

"Do it, or I rip them," he growled impatiently.

Cuddy looked down to see him looking back up at her with pure lust in his eyes.

"Not in here, House," she breathed, but wasn't so sure of herself. Part of her didn't care that he wanted to have sex with her in the streambed and spoil the water. It's supposed to rain soon anyway, so who cares, right? They could empty whatever water was left and have the rain refill it.

But that wasn't the point! He wasn't listening to her. Even on a deserted island, miles from civilization, he still let his own needs and desires take over free thought and ignore her. Her words were useless, unless they had "House, take me" in them.

Cuddy's senses became clouded when he dipped his hand into her pants and found her folds easily. She drew in a sharp breath. She hated herself. Every time House touched her, all rationale was gone and the thought of berating him and his perverted mind was thrown out the window. She suddenly went to not caring if all he was doing was using her for sex, because he was just THAT good!

"Do you have something against sex while sitting up?" he asked, tone of voice a bit on the sarcastic side when she wasn't moving fast enough for him.

"House, I'm too far up," she said.

"Spread your legs further and sink down," he said simply.

Cuddy braced herself just by the thought alone. With her legs spread out in a split-like manner, penetration would be like nothing she's ever experienced. House wouldn't be touching her inner thighs at all. She would feel every inch of him slamming into her with no barriers to stop him from doing so. The thought made her instantly soak up in her pants. She shifted backwards, hands on both sides of the streambed to balance herself. House wasted no time in sliding them off her and tossing them to the side. He helped Cuddy get back into position. His fingers found her folds again.

"Wow, you're so wet. I knew you couldn't resist me."

"I can never resist you, you bastard," she said, hating how she always fell prey to his sexual antics.

"That's what I like to hear, now sink down so I can impale you."

It hurt for Cuddy to have her legs bent at the knee on the edges of the streambed and find the ability to lower herself. But she managed the awkward position. She would definitely not regret it.

House met her half way and thrust up into her in one sweep. It happened so fast that Cuddy didn't couldn't find the ability to properly take in air. Her mind was cloudy and her senses went numb. Every one of them. She couldn't feel her limbs. The only thing she did feel was a tingling sensation that shot straight up her spine and fanned through to her fingertips.

House gripped her sides and pulled her down to meet his thrusts. Cuddy wrapped her arms around his neck to balance herself. House's mouth remained busy, licking and nipping at her neck and collarbone now that she was down further for him to enjoy doing so.

Cuddy filled the skies with her cries of elation. She couldn't remember the last time anyone made her this vocal. House was completely insatiable in this position.

She begged House to give her his all. She didn't want him to hold back. House smirked and pulled her down further. That, mixed in with the pain of her legs splitting awkwardly, brought Cuddy to the most intense and violent orgasm to date. Her nails scratched and dug into his back, and at some point, half his hair was ripped out as well.

Their lips smashed together as they rode out their orgasms together. It's a good thing he was supporting her by the hips, because she would easily be tipping over after that. She couldn't feel her body. The only thing she did feel was the strain in her legs, which turned into a pulsing, stretching sensation.

Their lips parted, leaving the two gasping for air from the kiss, as well as the mind-blowing orgasm that sent the both of them to the stars.

So much for getting clean.

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