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Lost in Space (and Time)
Title: Lost in Space (and Time)
Summary: House and Wilson are traveling with the Doctor (from the TV show Doctor Who) after he rescued them and cured Wilson’s cancer. Unfortunately, not everything is going smoothly.
Rating: PG-13. The first scene is House and Wilson trying to have sex in a bunk bed but there's nothing graphic, just them complaining about being cramped/ squashing each other.
Warnings: Slash, somewhat OOC for everyone involved (including the 11th Doctor , which is the version the are traveling with), definitely an alternate timeline/ alternate universe, and kind of silly but fun crossover between House and Doctor Who, spoilers for season eight. Also, this is a sequel/ companion piece to my completed story “The Man with the Bowtie"
Prompt: Crossover Challenge
“Scoot over, you’re squashing me,” House moans, tugging at the blanket and sheets.
“If I scoot over any further, I’ll fall.” Trying to make love on the top of a bunk bed seemed like a good idea in theory, but in practice… “You don’t think he was expecting us to sleep separately, do you? That he thinks we’re just friends, and shouldn’t date or anything?”
“He knows and is fine with it. Says he’s fine with just about any sexuality as long as they don’t hurt or take advantage of people. As for the bed, he thinks they’re ‘cool’ apparently.”
“What is he, six?”
“If he’s six and he can outsmart you…” House teased, smirking.
“I realize I got us off track, and I apologize for doing so, and while this bed is incredible cramped and uncomfortable, but this is probably not a good plan to start heading down while we’re…” I pause, stroking his cheek tenderly. “Oomph, you’re lying on top of my arm.”
“Sorry is this better?” He tries propping himself up a bit.
“No, you’re still—oww.” Greg pouts. “Here, you roll left, I’ll go right.”
“Wait, wait, not yet,” he shouted as my feet got tangled up in the sheets, and pulled us both off the top bunk. “Ugh my knee,” he grumbled beneath his breath. “You okay?”
“Yeah, but my wrist is really sore—yahh!” I tried to lift my arm but it was all limp and hanging the wrong way.
“I could set the bone or you, but I haven’t got anything to immobilize it with.” He looked away, as if blaming himself for what happened.
“I’m going to be fine, and this was just an accident. I won’t need a cast if he used the sonic-thingy or something on me.”
“Not sure I want other men “sonicing” you,” he said with a hearty chuckle.
“Shut up and help me look. You’re not a cripple anymore. You haven’t got a built in excuse not to do stuff anymore.”
House and I wondered around for what felt like ages before finally finding the Doctor in the main control room.
“Um, hi,” House announced, knocking on the wall as if it were the door. “Sorry to bother you, but we sort of fell out of bed, and Wilson broke his arm.”
“No worries,” he announced. “I can fix that in a heartbeat,” he explained, running his hand over my arm and enveloping it in a fuzzy golden glow. I felt my arm mending. Less than a minute later I was back to normal. “I knew I should have put seatbelts on those beds.”
“While we’re on the subject,” I started to say when the T.A.R.D.I.S. suddenly turned into (what felt like) an elevator with its cable snapped. Klaxons sounded, and about a million other alarms seemed to be going off, flashing lights too. “What’s happening?”
“Uh—grab onto something. We’re sort of, well—possibly—crashing,” the Doctor announced and frantically started pushing buttons and pulling on levers.
“Shouldn’t you know if we’ve crashed into something or if the engine or whatever is giving out?” I felt myself slamming into a wall, my arm breaking again.
“Well that’s sort of the problem. You see, I’ve sot of—she’s stopped responding. None of the controls are working. I can’t tell where we are either. Nothing like this has ever happened, I haven’t the faintest idea what’s going on right now.” We dropped out of the sky like a rock, smashed into the ground, and everyone went flying in different directions. I struck my head against the control panel. Then, I lost consciousness.
Summary: House and Wilson are traveling with the Doctor (from the TV show Doctor Who) after he rescued them and cured Wilson’s cancer. Unfortunately, not everything is going smoothly.
Rating: PG-13. The first scene is House and Wilson trying to have sex in a bunk bed but there's nothing graphic, just them complaining about being cramped/ squashing each other.
Warnings: Slash, somewhat OOC for everyone involved (including the 11th Doctor , which is the version the are traveling with), definitely an alternate timeline/ alternate universe, and kind of silly but fun crossover between House and Doctor Who, spoilers for season eight. Also, this is a sequel/ companion piece to my completed story “The Man with the Bowtie"
Prompt: Crossover Challenge
“Scoot over, you’re squashing me,” House moans, tugging at the blanket and sheets.
“If I scoot over any further, I’ll fall.” Trying to make love on the top of a bunk bed seemed like a good idea in theory, but in practice… “You don’t think he was expecting us to sleep separately, do you? That he thinks we’re just friends, and shouldn’t date or anything?”
“He knows and is fine with it. Says he’s fine with just about any sexuality as long as they don’t hurt or take advantage of people. As for the bed, he thinks they’re ‘cool’ apparently.”
“What is he, six?”
“If he’s six and he can outsmart you…” House teased, smirking.
“I realize I got us off track, and I apologize for doing so, and while this bed is incredible cramped and uncomfortable, but this is probably not a good plan to start heading down while we’re…” I pause, stroking his cheek tenderly. “Oomph, you’re lying on top of my arm.”
“Sorry is this better?” He tries propping himself up a bit.
“No, you’re still—oww.” Greg pouts. “Here, you roll left, I’ll go right.”
“Wait, wait, not yet,” he shouted as my feet got tangled up in the sheets, and pulled us both off the top bunk. “Ugh my knee,” he grumbled beneath his breath. “You okay?”
“Yeah, but my wrist is really sore—yahh!” I tried to lift my arm but it was all limp and hanging the wrong way.
“I could set the bone or you, but I haven’t got anything to immobilize it with.” He looked away, as if blaming himself for what happened.
“I’m going to be fine, and this was just an accident. I won’t need a cast if he used the sonic-thingy or something on me.”
“Not sure I want other men “sonicing” you,” he said with a hearty chuckle.
“Shut up and help me look. You’re not a cripple anymore. You haven’t got a built in excuse not to do stuff anymore.”
House and I wondered around for what felt like ages before finally finding the Doctor in the main control room.
“Um, hi,” House announced, knocking on the wall as if it were the door. “Sorry to bother you, but we sort of fell out of bed, and Wilson broke his arm.”
“No worries,” he announced. “I can fix that in a heartbeat,” he explained, running his hand over my arm and enveloping it in a fuzzy golden glow. I felt my arm mending. Less than a minute later I was back to normal. “I knew I should have put seatbelts on those beds.”
“While we’re on the subject,” I started to say when the T.A.R.D.I.S. suddenly turned into (what felt like) an elevator with its cable snapped. Klaxons sounded, and about a million other alarms seemed to be going off, flashing lights too. “What’s happening?”
“Uh—grab onto something. We’re sort of, well—possibly—crashing,” the Doctor announced and frantically started pushing buttons and pulling on levers.
“Shouldn’t you know if we’ve crashed into something or if the engine or whatever is giving out?” I felt myself slamming into a wall, my arm breaking again.
“Well that’s sort of the problem. You see, I’ve sot of—she’s stopped responding. None of the controls are working. I can’t tell where we are either. Nothing like this has ever happened, I haven’t the faintest idea what’s going on right now.” We dropped out of the sky like a rock, smashed into the ground, and everyone went flying in different directions. I struck my head against the control panel. Then, I lost consciousness.