-1House twirled his cane around in his hand, contemplating all the excuses he could possibly use to get out of Clinic duty. Cuddy was being extremely pushy about it this week. She had decided he would do them, or go to jail.

"House, get down to the Clinic, now," Cuddy said from the doorway. He scowled up at her, and stood up.

"Party Pooper," he said snidely as he headed towards the door. He walked as slowly as possible towards the Clinic, trying to put off seeing patients as long as possible.

"Exam Room One, Dr. House," the nurse said, handing him a file. He took it and entered the room. He was shocked at the sight before him. There was his 24-year-old baby sister sitting on the exam table. His parents were divorced and his father had remarried a much younger woman, a woman House's age, when he was sixteen (which makes him 40 now) and she had had a baby, a little girl named Hope.

"Hope," he said softly. She looked startled.

"Greg," she gasped. She hadn't seen him in a long time. His father and stepmother had gotten divorced when Hope was eighteen, and Lisa and Hope had moved to California, but House had tried to stay in touch. Now, it seemed Hope was back.

"What brings you in here?" he asked her after a moment of silence.

"I haven't been feeling well lately. For the past couple of weeks, I've been throwing up a lot and I don't know what's wrong. I usually get over it pretty quickly."

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

"No."

"Have you been sexually active lately?"

"No." This was said a touch defensively.

"You're probably pregnant."

"That's not possible."

"Hope, I have your blood work right in front of me. You're pregnant, Baby," he said gently. She started to cry, shaking her head and denying it.

"Baby, you've always wanted to have kids, so why is this bad news for you?"

"I never should have come home. I never should have left California. This would have never happened," she sobbed.

"Hope, tell me what's wrong, right now."

"Father did this, Greg. I went over to visit him one night when I first got back, and he…he did this."

"Son of a bitch," he breathed. "I'm going to kill the motherfucker."

"Greg, please, please don't leave me alone. Please stay with me," she begged. He pulled her into his arms, cuddling her close and laying his cheek on top of her head as she sobbed into his shirt.

"I'm not going anywhere, Baby. I'm right here," he murmured gently. She clung to him and he didn't move, even when his leg started to ache. All of the sudden, the door opened and Cameron poked her head in. Whatever she was about to say died on her lips as she took in the sight before her.

"What do you want?" House snapped.

"Cuddy told me to come get you. We have a new case."

"Not now, Cameron. I'm busy," House growled.

"I can't keep you from your work, Greg. If you have to go, you can go," Hope said.

"I'm not going anywhere without you. In fact, we're going back to my place right now," House said, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her towards the door.

"House, what about the case?"

"Do a differential," House ordered.

"Greg, please, I don't want to be a burden."

"You are never a burden, and don't ever say anything like that again," he told her softly, kissing the top of her head.

"I love you," she sighed.

"I love you, too, Baby. Now let's go," he said, stepping around Cameron, who was still in a state of shock.