Caring is Creepy – Chapter XVI
House's ears throbbed.
He was talking to the Doctor when suddenly a huge force hit his chest and everything went black.
It felt like time had stopped as House forced open his eyes. All he could see was grey as the air was full was bricks and mortar, disintegrated into dust. He saw something move in the corner of his eye.
"Caw!" The Doctor suddenly shouted as he flung the flotsam and jetsam off him as he sat himself up. The Doctor paused for a second as he tried to wave away the dust and squint into the large square of light now protruding through what was the back wall of the cell.
"Well," The Doctor coughed. "They certainly know how to make an entrance."
The Doctor rubbed his face then flicked his hand through his hair in a plume of dust then hauled himself up by the prison bars. Limping over where House lay, the Doctor looked down at him seriously as House stared at him blankly, the blood rushed out of his head.
"You ok?" The Doctor asked gravely.
"Yeah, I just needed to lie down. Come back in ten." House shot back.
The Doctor grinned. "Molto bene! Come on!" The Doctor shot out his hand and drew House up from under the shards of wood that was once the bed.
House looked down at the remnants of the cell as the Doctor pulled House's arm around his shoulder and held him up. "Looks like I'm gonna need a cane." House looked over to the Doctor. "So, is this your friends or just a freak coincidence."
"I'm hoping for the first…" The Doctor muttered as he again squinted into the light.
"Doctor?" A dark figure appeared in the light, bearing towards them.
"Are you the Doctor?" The voice said again as another dark figure appeared in the light.
"Wrong cell." House quipped instinctively. "He's two cells down."
There was suddenly silence as the two figures stopped moving. "Oh."
The Doctor rolled his eyes. "Oh, he's just pulling your leg. I'm the Doctor, I worked for UNIT under the alias of Dr. John Smith. You've come to pick me up?"
A dark figure moved forward and quickly came into focus as a soldier with a red beret. Facing the Doctor he saluted crisply.
"Sergent Kirk Banks from the New York battalion at your service Doctor, may I say it's an honour…"
"Never mind the arse kissing, what's up with the hole in the wall?" House cut in.
Sergent Banks looked over at House. "We were ordered to get you out jail, sir."
"And you thought blowing up the police station was the best way to do it?" House raised his eyebrows sceptically.
"It was a gas main explosion." Sergent Banks tried to hide a smile of pride. "A freak accident."
House still wasn't impressed. "So what happens now that we're out? We have to live on the run? Not sure you've noticed but my leg's a bit screwed."
"We've cleared you of the murder."
"How?"
"We have our ways." The Sergent smirked slightly. "Now, Doctor, if I can escort you out, we should get you out of here before the police and fire department arrive."
"Excellent!" The Doctor beamed as he shuffled forward with House. "And if you wouldn't mind giving us a lift to Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital, that would be ever so kind."
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Cuddy rubbed her tired eyes and leaned her chin on her hand as she sat slunked in front of her desk.
"So you called them?" Cuddy looked over at Wilson who sat sprawled out on the couch.
"Yeah." Wilson said simply.
There was silence. Cuddy tapped her fingers lightly on the desk then sighed.
"What did they say?"
"They said they had no idea what I was talking about, but then again – it's what the Doctor said they would do."
Cuddy looked away. "Well, let's just hope he's right…"
"And you thought you could get rid of me…"
Cuddy looked up to see House standing at her office door, leaning on a generic hospital crutch with a giant smirk on his face.
"How the hell did you get out of jail?" Cuddy barked at House.
"Used the back door." He said as he sauntered in a sat down in front of Cuddy's desk. "I swear, the legal system these days!"
Wilson sat up in the couch. "So, where's the Doctor?"
"Don't know." House leaned back in his chair. "Probably flew back to Uranus."
"So," Wilson started cautiously, "He's an…"
"Alien?" House finished. "Apparently so. Guess I've seen everything now."
"Well, just to make everything clear, I haven't seen anything." Cuddy said forcefully. "I haven't seen or heard or done anything, ok? I don't want this coming back at me later when someone discovers you killed a girl. Cause you're you House, and god knows it'll come back up one day and I don't want any part of it."
"Well," House began to pout. "I certainly don't feel supported."
"Shut up." Cuddy growled. "And go see your lackeys. At least they'll be happy to see you're back."
"Don't deny it." House smirked. "I know you love me."
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House wandered down the hospital hallway when he got to the janitors closet. Quickly, House peered down the hallway and back again, then opened the closet door and walked inside.
The TARDIS stood where it was, but now a faint warm hum was coming out of it. The Doctor was leaning against it, arms crossed as he watched House enter the room.
"So," The Doctor started. "How are the others?"
"They weren't that surprised I busted out of jail, but they were all worried how the family would take to the news of the girl."
"What did they tell them?"
"A guy in a red beret came in, told us she had a seizure and died from an extremely rare disease, which had also killed the policemen and CDC officials."
"Hm." The Doctor raised his eyebrows slightly. "Neat."
There was silence. The Doctor glanced over to the TARDIS and shifted a little. "So…"
"What?"
"I was just thinking…"
"I should go with you on a little trip?" House smirked.
The Doctor suddenly looked embarrassed. "I…no. I was just going to say that was a fun time. Sorry."
"A fun time?"
"Well, yes."
"Five people dying is your idea of a fun time?"
"Well, no. Of course not. But I mean…You're just annoyed I didn't invite you into the TARDIS."
"Frankly, yes."
"I just don't think I should travel with anyone for a while – "
"Hey, I get it - "
" – I just think I need some time alone – "
" – I'm happy here."
"Happy?"
"I happy when I'm miserable."
The Doctor smiled lightly. "Well Dr. House," he got up from the TARDIS and walked over to House. "It was a pleasure to meet you. And, may I say – you're quite intelligent. And that's something, you know, coming from me."
The Doctor and House shook hands.
"Thanks for freaking the pants of my colleagues. Although, maybe not Chase. I actually think he came a little."
The Doctor grimaced a little then walked back to the TARDIS and opened its door.
"See ya later Doctor." The Doctor wandered in.
"What you going to do now?" House shouted out after the Doctor, who popped his head back out of the TARDIS door and grinned.
"I'm thinking I might hang around hospitals for a bit. Hospitals are fun!"
And with that, the Doctor closed the door. A smile crept up on House's face as a churning noise filled up the room and the TARDIS began to pulse in and out of reality. A gust of wind blew House's face and with a screech, the blue box was gone.
Now alone in the room House tapped his metal crutch on the floor then stuffed hand into his pockets, drawing out his bottle of Vicodin.
"Man," House sighed as he stared down at the nearly empty bottle. "This is good stuff."
The End.
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N.B: That's right! It's the end! Jesus, finally completed this story! Took long enough. Anyway, I think that ending fits nicely in to what happens next ("Smith and Jones", hospitals – geddit??) so I'm quite chuffed with that.
Hope you guys enjoyed the story though. If anything it made me want to see to two Doctors together in a real episode! But, I guess that's the point of fanfiction. What a wonderful thing it is!
Anywho, thanks for waiting, and thanks for reading. Quick shout all for all you guys who kept with the story through its ridiculously long lifetime. Just shows that I only really get the urge to write fanfiction when I really really shouldn't – exam times. Go procrastination!
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