Hello people, I'm back! This is the sequel to Hell in a Hospital, the final installment of the Crazy Glue series. And to anyone- NOT you, Sean- who can come up with a good explanation for the name 'Crazy Glue', I will write a oneshot for the pairing of your choice. So, you guys have fun with that.

Summary for Hell in a Hospital: Through a series of events to complicated to go through right now, Chase's creepy stalker, Thirteen's rapist- and the father of her unborn baby-, and Cuddy's rapist are all the same person. One trial and a guilty verdict later, he is sent to prison. Chase proposed to Cameron, she said yes, and they both want kids. Thirteen must deal with both her pregnancy and her rape, while Cuddy must deal with her rape and House must try to help anyway he can- yes, they're dating. Sorry, no Rachael. So... that's where we are. And I realized, Wilson kind of disappeared after the hostage situation ended in Hell in a Hospital, but I absolutely love Wilson and think he's adorable. So I'll try to give him more of an appearance in this fic. Also, this entire story is already written, so you know what that means… daily updates! Well, I suppose that's all I have to say. Enough rambling! Keep reading for the story.

Spoilers for season two's 'Skin Deep'- I steal the patient. And remember, for purposes of this fic, Thirteen does not have the Huntington's gene- I didn't want the poor girl to have to deal with the possibility of passing that on to her baby, too!

Chapter 1

It had been three months since Eric Mitchel's trial had come to a close. Everyone was back at work and, for the most part, they were all acting like nothing had ever happened. Cuddy bit anybody's head off whoever dared to even mention what had happened with Mitchel to her face while House simply followed her lead. Cameron and Chase were far more focused on planning their wedding- well, Cameron was interested, Chase was the unwilling man she dragged along to shop with her- then a stalker from three months ago, and Thirteen acted as if her baby just didn't have a father, not that he had raped her.

To someone who didn't know the situation, everything would seem normal- well, as normal as things could get, with House around. Wilson and Foreman just followed everyone elses' lead and never mentioned anything that had happened three months ago, despite the fact that they both thought it was stupid not to do so. It had happened, after all, there was no use in denying it. Still, Foreman was far more interested in keeping his head down to stop the Cuddy and Thirteen from murdering him, and whatever Wilson talked about with House was their business; no one wanted to know what their conversations consisted of.

"Hey, Robert, I've got a question for you: what kind of silverware do you want at our wedding, the Kelso set, or the Fez set?"

Chase groaned loudly, allowing his head to thump down on the table, too tired to even feign interest in silverware. "You know what I think, Allison? You should just get the generic, cheapest set. Or, even better? Just use what we have at home."

"Silly, I can't use that cheap stuff for a wedding! And the least expensive set is never good, Chase, that's why it's the least expensive!" Cameron shoved him playfully before looking back at the wedding catalog, which only made Chase groan again.

Foreman and Thirteen watched the two interact with amusement. Whenever they didn't have a case, Cameron would start interrogating Chase about what kind of whatever he wanted at their wedding, he would groan and mumble something at her, prompting Cameron to laugh and continue looking at wedding stuff.

"Okay, what about this set, then?" she asked, poking Chase's shoulder. "Come on, I need your opinion on this, it's your wedding too!"

"Yes," he said eventually, finally raising his head to look at her. "But you're the woman. You are supposed to be the one to like shopping. I'm a man. I'm supposed to like things like sports and fishing."

Cameron chuckled, rolling her eyes. "Robert, you hate sports and fishing. Besides, you should enjoy this! It's for our wedding! You know, when you asked me to marry you, you should have expected that day to come around sometime, and here's a news flash for you, it requires planning! What, did you think we all just show up in our good clothes and the whole thing was magically set up by the little people the night before?"

"No, I thought all the women set it up," Chase muttered under his breath as Cameron continued ranting.

Thirteen chuckled, shaking her head. "I thought I was the one supposed to be having the mood swings," she muttered to Foreman.

He laughed as well. "Yeah, well, Cameron's giving you a run for your money."

Chase sighed in relief when House walked into the room, tossing a file on the table and announcing, "Teenage supermodel. Cataplexy and catfight on the catwalk. Well, that sounds fun. And you... the dumb blonde, shouldn't you be somewhere else, not distracting my employees? I never get any work done when you're around."

Cameron rolled her eyes as she got up and headed for the door. "That's because I'm doing it for you," she said as she left. Chase sighed in relief, took the wedding catalog and tossed it out of House's office window.

"Anyone here tells her, and they're dead," he said as she sat back down at the table and examined the file.

Foreman just rolled his eyes and muttered, "Yeah, I'm sure she won't guess what happened all by herself." Thirteen sat down at the end of the table, one hand resting on her swollen belly, and shook her head.

"Chase, I'm telling you, you're going to have to go wedding shopping sometime. It's coming up soon, so-"

"So eventually she'll give up on me and shop for everything herself? Praise the lord!"

Thirteen laughed at him, shaking his head. "I'm just saying. Us women have our ways of getting what we want- so if there's something you'd like to have with Cameron… ever again, I'd advise shopping with her."

Chase stared at her in surprise, but when the implication of what she was saying became clear, he swore and let his head thump down on the table again. "God damn it," he muttered under his breath.

"Normally, I'd be all for dumping the case and watching Chase's misery, but I like this one," House interrupted. "Come on, its a teenage supermodel!"

Fortunately for everyone involved- well, besides Chase- a quick diagnosis of withdrawal later, and they had solved their case, which meant he had nothing to distract him from wedding plans.

"Okay, Foreman, Thirteen go talk to Alex. Then, when she denies its drugs, go to the lab and wait for the blood test to confirm its drugs," House said, and was about to go back to his office when Thirteen sighed loudly and started to rant.

"Why is it always the girl's job with you people? Thirteen do this, Thirteen do that, and my name is a god damn number, anyways, why the hell do you call me by a number, aren't I worthy of an actual name? And why are you all so sexist? Just because I'm a woman doesn't mean you have to make me do all the work! Actually, it's the other way around, the man should be the one with the job anyways! And you!" she exclaimed, whirling on Chase, who immediately backed away from her wrath. "You know, just because Cameron's a woman does not mean she likes shopping! Look at me! I'm a woman and I don't like shopping! But all you men are all the same. Stupid, sexist, perverts. Jesus, I don't know why I put up with all of you!" Thirteen turned on her heel and stormed from the room, shutting the door with a slam.

They all stared after her in shock for a moment before House said slowly, "Okay... Chase, Foreman, you go talk to Alex. And I love Thirteen when she's pregnant. Her mood swings mean she yells at you guys more."

HOUSE HOUSE HOUSE

"Um... what the hell is that?"

Thirteen looked up at Wilson and grinned before putting her fork down. "Mayonnaise, ketchup, and pickles on a slice of pizza with mushrooms." Wilson nearly gagged before sitting across from her and scooting his chair back nearly half a foot. "Cravings," she explained before taking another bite.

Wilson stared at the pink slop covered greenish/grayish lump on her plate before simply shaking his head. "Um, okay, then. I'm going to ignore that and focus on why I'm here."

"And why is that?" Thirteen asked, then took a couple more bites.

"Well..." Wilson started off hesitantly, knowing that anyone who got to close to the subject with her nowadays ended up running away screaming. "Whenever I've seen you lately, it seems that- and please don't take this the wrong way- but it seems as if you're acting that your baby just doesn't have a father, not that he..." he trailed off uncomfortably, already rethinking his decision to ask Thirteen about this when her gaze darkened and she glared at him.

"Your point, Wilson?" she asked coldly, crossing her arms stiffly, scowling at him.

"Well, I know its really none of my business, but have you thought about what you're going to tell the kid about his father?"

Thirteen got to her feet immediately, planting her hands on her hips. "You're right, Wilson. That is none of your business." She started to turn away, but he got quickly to his feet as well, grabbing her hand and pulling her back.

"Thirteen, wait! Look, I'm sorry. I know it's personal, but... well, everyone, not just me, is concerned about you. I mean, even House is worried, and you know that he's-"

"Oh, great, everybody's worried about me, yeah, that makes me feel so much better," she said with a smirk, turning to walk away again, but Wilson hurried around in front of her, trying to stop her.

"I'm sorry, Thirteen, I... this isn't how I intended this conversation to go. I just wanted to know if you planned to tell your baby about his heritage or not."

Thirteen frowned at him suspiciously, still glaring at him, though she was slightly curious now as to his motives. "I don't know, but why are you so interested about this? It's not like I'm pregnant with your child or something."

Wilson sighed, then sat back down and motioned for her to do the same. When she had, he said, "I had a roommate during college- he was the happiest kid on earth. He lived to please everybody else and was more selfless than you could believe..."

"Basically, the opposite of House?" Thirteen asked with a smirk.

He chuckled and nodded. "Yeah, exactly. Well, anyway, when he was diagnosed with a genetic condition in the middle of his sophomore year, the doctors tested both of his parents, to find out which one he got it from. Both tests turned up negative, and then his mother had to come clean. My friend's father wasn't really his father, at least biologically. His mother had been raped, and she hadn't gotten a paternity test to find out who the father was, her husband or her rapist. Finding out he was the product of a rape... it destroyed him. He got into drugs and started failing his classes- I'm not sure if the school kicked him out or if he left of his own accord, but he didn't come back for his junior year."

"So, what's your advice? Don't tell my child how exactly I got pregnant?" Thirteen asked, unfazed by his story.

Wilson sighed, shaking his head. "No, because it'd be even worse if the baby found out from somebody else who the father is. I know it's not really my place to give you advice on this, but... think of it like kids who are adopted. When they're adopted at birth, if the parents tell them, it's normally when they're old enough to understand. I think that's what you should do."

"And I'm still wondering what your investment is in all of this."

After a moment, he shrugged and stood up. "Right now, I just really don't want to see that kid of yours go through what my friend did during college."

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