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sam_storyteller) wrote2005-07-11 09:09 pm
sam_storyteller) wrote2005-07-11 09:09 pm
Entry tags:
House/Who Crossover: Physician, Heal Thyself. PG, gen
Summary: What do you do when the Doctor needs a doctor?
Warnings: None.
"You look awful. I think you're sick. Got a sore throat?"
"No. And I don't get sick."
"Well, you look sick."
"Why is there stuff coming out of my nose?"
"You've got a cold."
"Nonsense."
"You have. Better get to a doctor."
"I AM a doctor!"
"Yeah, but like...not really."
"I might be."
"Doctor, if you don't take us to see a doctor I'm not going to give you any more tissues."
"But there's stuff! Coming out my nose!"
"Use your sleeve."
"That's just disgusting. What if it's my brains?"
"It's just snot. See a doctor. You have to know at least a few."
"Right. When a Time Lord's brains start leaking out through his nose, there's only one person to call."
***
"What is it?" Wilson asked, coming up behind House.
"It's a police call box," House replied, studying the blue box in the corner of his office intently. "They were all over London in the fifties."
"Did you buy it or something?"
"No. It just showed up."
"What do you mean? Who delivered it?"
"Nobody. It was just there."
"That's a little weird," Wilson said.
"Wait till you meet my patient," House replied.
END
Warnings: None.
"You look awful. I think you're sick. Got a sore throat?"
"No. And I don't get sick."
"Well, you look sick."
"Why is there stuff coming out of my nose?"
"You've got a cold."
"Nonsense."
"You have. Better get to a doctor."
"I AM a doctor!"
"Yeah, but like...not really."
"I might be."
"Doctor, if you don't take us to see a doctor I'm not going to give you any more tissues."
"But there's stuff! Coming out my nose!"
"Use your sleeve."
"That's just disgusting. What if it's my brains?"
"It's just snot. See a doctor. You have to know at least a few."
"Right. When a Time Lord's brains start leaking out through his nose, there's only one person to call."
***
"What is it?" Wilson asked, coming up behind House.
"It's a police call box," House replied, studying the blue box in the corner of his office intently. "They were all over London in the fifties."
"Did you buy it or something?"
"No. It just showed up."
"What do you mean? Who delivered it?"
"Nobody. It was just there."
"That's a little weird," Wilson said.
"Wait till you meet my patient," House replied.
END
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Wish it was longer, but I can imagine the hi-jinx. Now... to decide which companion is with him...