House: Life Leads You A Different Way, Doesn't It
House: Life Leads You A Different Way, Doesn't It?
By,
BakaBakurasotherlady.
A/N: This is the prequel story to "House: Family Issues." I hope that you all like this.
Rating: T
Summary: Life throws Dr. Gregory House and Sam's life for a loop.
Disclaimer: I don't own House. Darn. Or Care Bears. Or Big Bird.
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"Daddy! Daddy!" a young, scared voice said to Greg House. He was leaning over a nurses desk, arguing.
He bent down, "Just a moment," he said. His voice was calm despite what was happening. The little two year old girl gave him big, fearful eyes. She gave him a sad/scared face.
"House?" a familiar voice said from behind him. He sighed and got back up. The little girl clung to his leg. "What?" he asked, looking at Dr.Lisa Cuddy.
She bent down and gave the young girl a sympathetic look. "Are you feeling better honey?" she asked.
The girl didn't say anything. She just buried her head in House's leg. "Daddy?" she asked. House bent down and picked her up. "Sam's arm is better," he said. He looked at Cuddy, who was dressed in light blue knee length skirt and top.
He was clad in jeans, sneakers, and a worn t-shirt that had a picture of a child's hand print on the front. Sam was dressed in jeans, sneakers, and a t-shirt that had a picture of Big Bird on the front. Her hair was tied into pigtails, which he had done the morning before. He really didn't mind, but he wasn't about to broadcast it to the world.
"No thanks to her mother," he added, rubbing his daughter's back as she placed her head on his shoulder.
"Once again, she didn't come home," he added, quietly. Cuddy looked at him. She could understand what he was talking about.
"She was …"
"Not dealing with our child's second degree burns."
House had come home from work to find Sam crying and cradling her left arm. She practically jumped into his arms. He looked around and got mad when he couldn't find his wife. Not again, he had thought then. Dammit!
House brought Sam to the E.R. and held her as the doctor wrapped up her arm. He gave her kisses and told her that everything would be alright. He only left once, to vent. He had asked Wilson to watch her.
He re-entered the room a few moments later, his fists clenched. He took a deep breath and thanked Wilson. His friend nodded and patted him on the back.
House slept in the E.R. with Sam. She had gone to sleep around ten, with her eyes gummed together because of her tears. Her arm wrapped in a bright pink cast. House looked at her while she slept. She had long, curly, brown hair. His sense of humor, and smarts. She had her mother's chocolate brown eyes and his light skin. She was a miniature smart aleck. Just like her father. She had his smile, and his sense of fashion. She loved to wear t-shirts and jeans. She loved being surrounded by stuffed animals, which is why House made sure that he brought two of her favorites. A little dinosaur that she named "Rexy" and a green Care Bear.
Cuddy had given her another one as soon as she heard about Sam. It was a big, white teddy bear that had a red and green knit hat and red gloves. She had given it to her as she slept. She could understand how he could be so mad with Charlotte. And, to make matters worse, this was not the first time that she had left Sam alone. And wouldn't be the last. Which is sad.
She looked at Sam, who was using her good hand to rub her eyes. It had been along couple of days. Or rather day and a half. They looked at the door as a woman with short, curly blonde hair, pushed the main doors opened. She was wearing sunglasses and scrubs.
House placed Sam on the ground and walked over to the woman. He ripped off the sunglasses.
Charlotte blinked. "What the hell was that for?" she demanded. "That was for Sam, "he shot back. "You left her alone," he gritted. She could tell that he was trying very hard to control his rapidity raising ire.
"What idiot leaves a child alone?!" he said.
"She wasn't alone," she protested. "Aiden was with her."
"You left her alone with a junkie?" House demanded, not really caring at this point about whether his voice was calm or not.
"My brother's not a junkie," she defended.
"Yeah, because having train tracks on your arms and legs is a fashion statement."
He took a glance at her arm, which had small, black circles on it. He grabbed it and held it up.
"This is.."
He let go off her hand, turning his back and walking away. He brought a hand up and rubbed his face. "Can you watch her for a while?" he asked to Cuddy. She nodded. She picked up Sam and walked into her office, casting Charlotte a dirty look.
Charlotte raced after House. "Greg!" she called.
He was biting his tongue, heading for the elevators. His fists were clenched. "Leave me alone," he said. He didn't look at her. He didn't want to. He wanted to be left alone for awhile.
-End of Chapter-
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