The flight attendant’s laugh echoed down the narrow corridor, and while House’s words were inaudible it was easy enough to imagine what might have been said. Some vaguely inappropriate joke tinged with a laugh, leaving the promise of more to come. And with House, promises were never set in stone. They were always scratched out in ink, appearing to
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After, what, four months in the airport, he was starting to look as if he belonged with a bunch of Klingons. Okay, so maybe not that bad, but his hair had a distressing tendency to fall in his eyes, especially when he went jogging; something he'd taken to doing lately to pass the time and to make sure he wouldn't get fat on all the pan-fried catfish he'd been eating.
Hair flopping humorously over his forehead, the sweaty Trip jogged through baggage claim, up the escalator and along the arrivals concourse, humming a little tune under his breath. It was some ditty he'd heard repeated during training at Starfleet Academy, and the lyrics were quite rude, so he didn't bother singing them. A good thing, too, for when he turned a corner he almost ran down a lady.
"Woah! Sorry, ma'am," he said, stepping aside just in the nick of time, "Didn't see you there."
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No need just now.
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He hadn't seen her around before. "You new?" Great. Airport just kept pulling in unfortunates. If only one of 'em had a working spaceship.
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"New? I just landed, if that's what you mean," she replied. "I came from Malaysia, when I was at a medical conference. And you?"
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