Wednesday Night, into Thursday. Inside House's Head.
House sat at the back of a New Jersey bus. His back was straight, his eyes wide open. Beyond the windows lay... void. Blackness. There was only the bus.
The bus and other passengers, he realized slowly. He turned his head to scan amongst them. Faces he knew, all of them.
Oh look, Foreman was driving the bus. How he could do so while wearing a tuxedo and large sombrero?
Weird.
House turned to look at the girl next to him.
Meg Menning, all frilled up as Little Bo Peep complete with shepherd's crook, looked back.
"I suppose now is when I ask if you've lost your sheep," House said.
"No, I haven't," she replied, her lips curving upwards in a small, slight grin. "They're out the window," she pointed at a lovely meadow just beyond the glass. There were standing two sheep, and they seemed to be staring at House with beady black eyes. One mouthed, 'Hey, doc.'
"Shucks. There goes my big line of maybe you should be looking in my pants," House said.
Meg smirked and uncrossed only to recross, her young, shapely legs. "Desperate, are we?"
"Desperate?" House said, his face scrunched slightly. "It's a dream. No possible consequences to what I do."
"Then why aren't I searching for my sheep down your pants?" Meg retorted.
House huffed. "I suppose even in my subconscious, I know it's wrong."
"Aw," she cooed, "You actually care. Be still my heart..."
"Don't be too happy. I am paying a woman to stalk your boyfriend," House said with a little smile. "Though I am starting to doubt her competency"
"Why would you be interested in my boyfriend?" Little Meg Peep asked.
"Even in a dream, I'm not having that conversation," House said. "I just don't trust him. And... I, oh look, there's my PI buddy, now."
"Why mess with little girls when you can have a real woman?" Veronica said. There was a distinct amount of cleavage staring House in the face. Or, as much cleavage as a woman like Veronica can muster.
"Mainly because I prefer my privates unelectrified," House said.
Veronica rested one hand on House's shoulder. "And what makes you think I'd be zapping anything?" House's eyes were trapped staring between Veronica's breasts... where a tiny Dick Casablancas popped up, like an intrepid miniature explorer. He waved at House before popping back down below.
"I'm actually frightened of my subconscious fantasies right now," House said, raising an eyebrow.
"Well, you're paying me to be your friend," Veronica pointed out. "It's only one step removed from prostitution."
"You say that like it's a bad thing," House replied.
Even in dreams, he was shameless.
"If that's what you want, all you have to do is say the word," Veronica said.
"I get to order you around?" House said. "Even for me, that's pretty sleazy."
"Hey, this is your dream," Veronica pointed out.
"Huh," House said. "If this is my dream, then why does Cuddy still have all her clothes on?" He peered beyond Veronica at his business suit wearing boss.
"It's your dream. Anything can happen," Cuddy told him. Suddenly, she was clad only in a sexy school girl outfit, latching onto the convenient pole in the middle of the bus.
A little smile spread across House's face. "Now that's more like it," he said with a snap of his fingers. He ignored the image towards the front of the bus, of Cameron naked and covered in whipped cream... mainly because Chase was in a similar state right next to her.
"I'm surprised it took your brain this long to make this happen," Cuddy said as she began to seductively dance around the pole.
"I guess my brain just thinks naked Cuddy is old hat by now," House said. "Not that I... dream about this often."
"You really expect me to believe that, House?" Cuddy smirked as she continued her exotic dancing.
"You're a construct of my sleeping brain," House said. "Not that most of my dreams are this self aware. But still, I don't expect you to believe anything."
"And maybe this is really happening and not just a dream," Cuddy pointed out as she was removing her shirt.
"You must've missed Little Meg Peep," House said. "Sadly, you only get naked for me in my fantasies."
"But at least I put on a good show," Cuddy said, tossing her shirt at him.
House smiled, catching the shirt with one hand.
"A great show, actually." Momentarily, he glanced beyond Cuddy.
There was someone else on the bus he couldn't quite spot.
...she was in danger, he could feel it, but he wasn't sure who, what, or why.
The woman sitting across from him on the bus suddenly came into view.
"I'm not stripping for you even if it is your dream," Piper informed him.
"Come on, this is my dream," House said. "Not even a chance of a little girl-on-girl?"
"I don't know," Piper shrugged. "Is that why I'm here?"
"You know, I've never before been asked to analyze my dream while it was happening," House said.
"At least your dreams aren't boring," Piper said, looking around the bus.
"So you're saying," House said. "That you being here means something special."
"Well, I have magical abilities. That's pretty special, huh? They don't seem to working, though," Piper said as though that were some kind of clue.
"Huh," House said.
And then... he woke up.
[ooc: Like the other dreams, anyone is welcome to say they shared it. People in the dream not -actually- there, just dream constructs, etcetera. NFI, NFB, OOC comments welcome]
The bus and other passengers, he realized slowly. He turned his head to scan amongst them. Faces he knew, all of them.
Oh look, Foreman was driving the bus. How he could do so while wearing a tuxedo and large sombrero?
Weird.
House turned to look at the girl next to him.
Meg Menning, all frilled up as Little Bo Peep complete with shepherd's crook, looked back.
"I suppose now is when I ask if you've lost your sheep," House said.
"No, I haven't," she replied, her lips curving upwards in a small, slight grin. "They're out the window," she pointed at a lovely meadow just beyond the glass. There were standing two sheep, and they seemed to be staring at House with beady black eyes. One mouthed, 'Hey, doc.'
"Shucks. There goes my big line of maybe you should be looking in my pants," House said.
Meg smirked and uncrossed only to recross, her young, shapely legs. "Desperate, are we?"
"Desperate?" House said, his face scrunched slightly. "It's a dream. No possible consequences to what I do."
"Then why aren't I searching for my sheep down your pants?" Meg retorted.
House huffed. "I suppose even in my subconscious, I know it's wrong."
"Aw," she cooed, "You actually care. Be still my heart..."
"Don't be too happy. I am paying a woman to stalk your boyfriend," House said with a little smile. "Though I am starting to doubt her competency"
"Why would you be interested in my boyfriend?" Little Meg Peep asked.
"Even in a dream, I'm not having that conversation," House said. "I just don't trust him. And... I, oh look, there's my PI buddy, now."
"Why mess with little girls when you can have a real woman?" Veronica said. There was a distinct amount of cleavage staring House in the face. Or, as much cleavage as a woman like Veronica can muster.
"Mainly because I prefer my privates unelectrified," House said.
Veronica rested one hand on House's shoulder. "And what makes you think I'd be zapping anything?" House's eyes were trapped staring between Veronica's breasts... where a tiny Dick Casablancas popped up, like an intrepid miniature explorer. He waved at House before popping back down below.
"I'm actually frightened of my subconscious fantasies right now," House said, raising an eyebrow.
"Well, you're paying me to be your friend," Veronica pointed out. "It's only one step removed from prostitution."
"You say that like it's a bad thing," House replied.
Even in dreams, he was shameless.
"If that's what you want, all you have to do is say the word," Veronica said.
"I get to order you around?" House said. "Even for me, that's pretty sleazy."
"Hey, this is your dream," Veronica pointed out.
"Huh," House said. "If this is my dream, then why does Cuddy still have all her clothes on?" He peered beyond Veronica at his business suit wearing boss.
"It's your dream. Anything can happen," Cuddy told him. Suddenly, she was clad only in a sexy school girl outfit, latching onto the convenient pole in the middle of the bus.
A little smile spread across House's face. "Now that's more like it," he said with a snap of his fingers. He ignored the image towards the front of the bus, of Cameron naked and covered in whipped cream... mainly because Chase was in a similar state right next to her.
"I'm surprised it took your brain this long to make this happen," Cuddy said as she began to seductively dance around the pole.
"I guess my brain just thinks naked Cuddy is old hat by now," House said. "Not that I... dream about this often."
"You really expect me to believe that, House?" Cuddy smirked as she continued her exotic dancing.
"You're a construct of my sleeping brain," House said. "Not that most of my dreams are this self aware. But still, I don't expect you to believe anything."
"And maybe this is really happening and not just a dream," Cuddy pointed out as she was removing her shirt.
"You must've missed Little Meg Peep," House said. "Sadly, you only get naked for me in my fantasies."
"But at least I put on a good show," Cuddy said, tossing her shirt at him.
House smiled, catching the shirt with one hand.
"A great show, actually." Momentarily, he glanced beyond Cuddy.
There was someone else on the bus he couldn't quite spot.
...she was in danger, he could feel it, but he wasn't sure who, what, or why.
The woman sitting across from him on the bus suddenly came into view.
"I'm not stripping for you even if it is your dream," Piper informed him.
"Come on, this is my dream," House said. "Not even a chance of a little girl-on-girl?"
"I don't know," Piper shrugged. "Is that why I'm here?"
"You know, I've never before been asked to analyze my dream while it was happening," House said.
"At least your dreams aren't boring," Piper said, looking around the bus.
"So you're saying," House said. "That you being here means something special."
"Well, I have magical abilities. That's pretty special, huh? They don't seem to working, though," Piper said as though that were some kind of clue.
"Huh," House said.
And then... he woke up.
[ooc: Like the other dreams, anyone is welcome to say they shared it. People in the dream not -actually- there, just dream constructs, etcetera. NFI, NFB, OOC comments welcome]