DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING FROM HOUSE.

Andy House tried her best to stifle the throbbing pain in her stomach as she stepped through the sliding door into the Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital clinic. Her crystal blue eyes scanned the lobby and she was impressed to say the least. She figured that anyone who was willing to hire her uncle must have graduated at the bottom of their class and worked in some disease infested hole-in-the-wall. Anxiously she tugged at the worn strap of her brown leather messenger's bag and cleared her throat as she made her way towards the nurses' station.

"Um excuse me do you know where I could find…."

"Fill this out and bring it back up here when you're done." A middle-aged nurse said shoving a clipboard and pen at her.

Andy shook her head in annoyance causing her long chocolate brown bangs to fall in front of her face. She blew them over to the side and tossed the clipboard back at the nurse. "Look I just want to know where I can find…."

"Brenda we need you in exam room five." A young doctor called out cutting off Andy once again.

"Just fill out the forms and a doctor will see you as soon as possible." Brenda said before stepping out from behind the desk leaving Andy alone.

Andy looked around the busy clinic and realized that she wasn't going to be getting much help from anybody. She slammed her bag down onto the desk and climbed up on top of it. Placing her index finger and thumb of her left hand in her mouth she let out a shrill whistle which stopped everyone in their tracks. "Excuse me, I hate to interrupt your busy and meaningless lives but could someone please tell me where I can find Dr. Greg House? He's about six feet tall, blue eyes, most likely unshaven, and he's a giant asshole."

"And you would be?"

Andy looked over to the tall slender woman with the raspy voice who had just asked her a question. She hopped down from the desk and made her way over to the woman as the clinic resumed to its normal activities. "Andy House, Greg's niece." She looked the woman over hesitantly. "And you would be?" She asked echoing her same question.

"Dr. Lisa Cuddy the Dean of Medicine." Cuddy answered the slim teenage girl. She eyed her suspiciously for a long moment. Even though she had met House's parents before it was hard to picture him having any other family. Hell, it was even hard picturing House with his parents. "So House has a niece?"

"Yep here I' am in the flesh, I juggle and everything too."

Cuddy let out a little laugh at the girl's sarcasm. She was definitely related to House. "Why don't you go take a seat in my office right over there and I'll go get him for you."

Andy simply shrugged and made her way over to Cuddy's office. Cuddy knew that he was hiding somewhere shirking his clinic hours as usual and this was definitely going to be interesting.

House let his head fall back against the wall as he let sleep overtake him. A good afternoon nap always did him wonders. The sound of a slamming door brought him back to conciseness and the comic book he had been reading fell to the floor. He looked up to see what had interrupted his little nap only to find Cuddy leaning against the door with her arms folded across her chest. He took a moment to admire the view seeing as she was wearing a particularly tight grey skirt and a low cut button up black silk blouse. If he squinted hard enough he was pretty sure he could make out the lining of her matching silk black bra underneath.

"I was just about to go see a patient I swear mommy."

Cuddy merely smirked at his comment and pushed herself away from the door sauntering over to him in her six inch heels. "There's someone in my office that is waiting to see you."

House tilted his head quizzically and then nodded tossing a sleazy wink her way. "Oh right I get it. This is some new type of code right? What you really mean is meat me in my office in five minutes wearing nothing but a latex glove over your pe…."

"Just get to my office now." She said already beginning to get fed up with him."

"Ooooo I love it when you get rough with me." He growled as he slid off the exam table and limped past her.

Andy House sat on the lumpy couch in the office and dug through her bag until she pulled out a small orange bottle that was unlabeled. She popped off the white cap and dry swallowed an OC 80. Tossing the bottle back into the bottom of her bag she let out a bored sigh and pulled the yellow elastic out of her hair letting it fall down past her shoulders framing her pretty face. She kicked her feet up onto the coffee table and let herself relax. A hazy smile plastered her face when she heard the familiar thump of a cane and the two French doors of the office burst open. Dr. Cuddy slipped past her uncle and sat behind her desk.

"My, my, my, my Uncle Greg the years have not been kind to you."

House slowly turned his head and did a double take. If this wasn't some crazy drug induced hallucination then his 18 year old niece was actually sitting on Cuddy's couch. This was all too bizarre; he hadn't seen Andy since his sister's funeral four years ago. "What the hell are you doing here?" Was the only thing he could say at the moment.

"Well the last time I checked you were a doctor and it seems that I have fallen ill. So I was wondering if you could help me out or at least give me a coupon for cotton swabs at the local drug store."

"You're not sick." He said not even looking her over. "What do you need money or something because despite the stories you've heard doctors' really don't make that much money. This slave driver over here," he nodded towards Cuddy, "barely pays me enough to keep me clothed and fed."

"Uncle Greg I don't need money I'm sick."

"Oh nice try, thanks for playing though."

Andy lifted herself up from the couch and slung the strap of her bag over her shoulder. She let out a defeated sigh and walked over to him until she was only a foot away. "Mom would be so proud of her baby brother right now." She said her voice filled with venom.

House looked her directly in the eye for a long moment until he couldn't take it and had to move his gaze down to his sneakers. She looked so much like Lynn that it actually hurt him to look at her for too long. He stared curiously at his left sneaker as a large red stain began forming on the snowy white laces. Three more dropped down and joined it. He lifted his head back up and watched as a waterfall of blood began gushing from Andy's nose. Andy quickly covered her nose with her hand to try and stop the bleeding but it did nothing. The thick red blood leaked out from between her fingers and began running down her wrist and arm. Her bright blue eyes starting rolling back in her head and the last thing she heard was Cuddy calling for help before everything went black.