"This is going to be such fun" everyone's favourite Vicodin addict doctor, Gregory House, said sarcastically, as he waited in line at airport security
He was accompanied by Cuddy, Wilson, Amber, Chase, Cameron, and his current ducklings. Cuddy rolled her eyes. "you couldn't even wait until we got to the conference to start withthe sarcasm, could you House?"
"Nope", he said, popping some Vicodin. "You sound surprised".
"No, she's just annoyed with your attitude", said Amber, smirking.
" Quiet, Cutthroat bitch, the grownups are talking"
"HOUSE!" shouted Cuddy and Wilson in unison.
"Oops. Not supposed to call her that anymore am I? Sorry. I forgot."
The rest of the group had been watching this exchange with various reactions. Foreman rolled his eyes, Chase had a "Here we go again" look on
his face, Cameron was smirking slightly, Taub and Kutner were looking on in interest, and Thirteen, while giving no outward sign that she was Paying any attention, was actually listening quite intently.
Eventually, Cuddy reached the head of the line and gave her bag to the inspector. " I'm bored mommy" House whined.
"Look out the window then" said Cuddy. "Thats the only entertainment we've got right now"
House sighed, and turned to the window. A look of mild concern crossed his face. "That storm looks pretty nasty".
"Very funny House" said Cuddy. "There's no way you're getting out of this conference"