A/N: This is a short and ridiculous little story I wrote for the Secret Saturday Night Smut-a-Thon (June) at the Fox Forum. Our prompt was to write a story that took place in a park. Through much fault of my own, I accepted a dare to write a story that took place at Jurassic Park. (Why? I don't know. My therapist & I will get back to you.)
And the Breathy 'Oh My God' Goes To …
Cameron groaned loudly as she was jostled back and forth violently. A little gentle rocking she could handle, but this was more than she could stand. She groaned again as a particularly turbulent thrust shook her. She hadn't wanted him to see the effect this was having on her, but the inevitable was getting more and more difficult to hold off.
"This is going to get a little rough," a deep voice said in her ear. Going to? Cameron thought.
The next jolt was swift and merciless, snapping her had back on her neck. In an instant, Cameron knew she couldn't hold back any longer. Damn, she thought.
Cursing her own weakness, Cameron grabbed the airsick bag she'd been provided and heaved. House tried, unsuccessfully, to control the smirk that crept across his features.
"Don't worry, Dr. Cameron, it's only another minute or two," the deep voice said again. Cameron groaned again and shot a hateful glance at the co-pilot whose voice was speaking through her headphones.
Thankfully he was telling the truth and a few minutes later the helicopter settled onto solid ground. The grounds crew approached and the flight crew began preparing to disembark while Cameron squeezed her eyes tight and tried to convince her stomach to crawl back down her throat. After a minute or two, when Cameron was reasonably sure she wouldn't throw up, she opened her eyes.
"Ready?" an amused House asked.
"In a minute," she squeaked out. House laughed.
"Come on, Al, where's your sense of adventure?" he teased her.
"In an airsick bag," Cameron barked.
"How did you ever make it through med school with such a weak stomach?"
"Back off, old man," Cameron warned.
"Hey, you're the one who said we needed some time away," House protested.
"When I suggested a tropical vacation, this isn't what I had in mind," Cameron moaned. She unfastened her safety harness and stood up on unsteady legs.
"Want to borrow my cane?" House offered, his voice laced with something other than sincerity.
"Bite me," Cameron snapped.
"Where?" House asked, wiggling his eyes suggestively. Cameron just snarled at him and House laughed again.
Members of the grounds crew reached into the helicopter and aided Cameron and House to the ground. The pair allowed themselves to be escorted to a waiting Jeep. As they drove away from the helipad, Cameron couldn't deny the beauty of the lush tropical surroundings. True, she'd been hoping for a few days on a sunny Bahamian beach, but she supposed she should have known Greg would never choose such a conventional vacation spot.
"So, where are we?" Cameron asked.
"Costa Rica," House answered.
"Why Costa Rica?"
"You'll see," he said mysteriously.
"Dr. House, it's just past this next clearing," the driver said from the front seat.
"What is?" Cameron asked, but the driver just smiled. House shook his head. "Greg, this is getting ridiculous, you can't just load me onto a plane and then …."
Cameron's voice trailed off as the Jeep passed through an enormous gate. Her eyes grew wide enough for House to contemplate a joke about her eyeballs falling out. She looked at House in awe.
"Are you kidding me?"
"Welcome to Jurassic Park," the driver said.