NOW THAT I'VE MADE MYSELF HIGH FROM WATCHING HOUSE CLIPS ON YOUTUBE, I FIGURED I MIGHT AS WELL WRITE THIS.

DON'T OWN IT.

On the way back from the spud gun competition, House and Thirteen didn't talk. Well, except for when House decided to bring up the whole you-killed-your-brother thing again.

"You said you're alone. What happened to your dad?" He asked.

"Can you ever stop talking for 5 seconds?" She asked, looking at him from the passenger seat.

"For your information, it's been 2 and a half hours." House said. "But no."

"He killed himself." She said.

"Oh. I figured you killed him, too."

"God, you're such a jerk."

"I can't help it."

"What do you have, jerk-itis?" She retorted. He was silent for another 30 minutes, then finally spoke.

"I can see why he did it."

"What?"

"I can see why he killed himself. His wife was dead, and his 2 kids were both dying of the same disease." House's voice was gentle, almost sympathetic.

"He didn't know I was dying." She said quietly.

"How do you know he didn't?"

"Because I didn't know!"

"Maybe he knew but just never told you."

"Why do you pretend to get me? Pretend to know people you don't?"

"I went snooping at the house where your parents lived. It never sold. I found this." He handed her a brown, leather book. Hesitantly, she took it. Knowing his companion didn't know what to say, he continued to speak. "He would be so proud of you, Remy. You should read it. I have to admit, it's a little bit of a tear-jerker."

"You read it? And I thought you didn't know my name" Whether Thirteen's voice was shaking from unshed tears or anger, House wasn't sure.

"I guess it's a good thing I didn't hold Pandora's Box." He shrugged.

"Pandora's Box was opened!"

"I'm sorry I don't know. I'm an atheist." House said sarcastically.

"No, your religion is Sarcasm."

"Just promise me you'll read it." House decided that while crossing on intersection, he should take his eyes off of the road to make eye contact with her.

"I promise." She said. "But you should know that in about 10 seconds, a big rig is going to hit us…"

"Oh right. Crap." House swerved, barely managing to not get hit. They heard police sirens, and he pulled over. Both rolled their eyes and sighed, leaning back in the seats.

"Since neither us can bail the other out, I'm going to call Wilson." House mumbled.

THIS IS DEFINITELY NOT MY BEST. I JUST DIDN'T KNOW HOW TO START IT. I MIGHT REWRITE IT IF I HAVE TIME. I'M OPEN TO SUGGESTIONS.