This actually came to me in a dream. Review Please. Mild house crossover (Were going to pretend that House started in the 90s for this story)

Sabrina woke up to the same sound that had woke her up for the past two weeks. The sound of her Aunt Zelda coming face to face with the porcelain god. Sabrina had her suspicions, but didn't want to ask. It was her aunt's business, and not hers.

Sabrina decided to push her worries aside. Looking out her bedroom window she saw West Bridge on a beautiful, February morning, which made her worries blow away. Sabrina zapped on some comfy flannel pants and an oversized sweater as she walked out of her bedroom for her family's Saturday morning waffle breakfast. Her worries reappeared though as she ran into her aunt on the way to brush her teeth.

"Oh, Good Morning Sabrina," Zelda said. The look on her face alone revealed how she was feeling, her skin slightly paler than its usual ivory color and her usual sparkling blue eyes were dull and full of fatigue, reddened from a mixture of her recent bout of sickness and general malaise

"Aunt Zelda. Are you feeling alright? You look a little pale," Sabrina said, worrying about her Aunts health. Sabrina had a suspicion about what was wrong just from watching her aunt day to day , but didn't want to believe it was true. It was hard to believe that it would happen to Zelda, or as her sister called her Miss Perfect.

"I'm fine Sweetheart. I must have a stomach bug, or something," Zelda said as she walked down the stairs slowly, still recovering for her less the perfect morning wake up call.

"Something is definitely up." A small voice said, coming from the overfilled laundry basket, making Sabrina's head turn to the sorce. It was Salem of course, sleeping his days away as a cat in the piles of freshly folded towels.

"Tell me about it Salem, but how can we figure out what's wrong? I want her to get better."

"Well there's the diagnosis spell," Salem said, leaping out of the laundry basket gracefully and jumping with ease on to the desk near it.

"Nah, I'll just use the internet." Sabrina walked into her room and sat down in her desk chair, and with the shake of her computer mouse, the screen began to slowly go from its darkened sleep mode to a technicolor pixel state, a picture of her and Harvey smiling brightly at her as the wallpaper backround. Salem followed her though, jumped up onto her desk and on the keyboard right as she clicked the Internet Explorer icon.

"Come on Sabrina. You can do it the normal way, or the cool magic way." Sabrina thought for a second. The magic way was sort of scientific. Well not really, but her aunt were always telling her to use her magic for more than just clothing changes.

"You're right Salem. We will probably get an exact answer with the magic way," Sabrina said as she reached for the magic book, searching in the D section.

There it was in black letter text.

The Diagnosis Spell.

Point here for a man who can diagnosis anything!

Sabrina did as she was told, and pointed at the page.

In a sparkle of blue magic appeared a man in his late 40s. He had a scruffy, five o'clock shadow with the beginnings of gray in his stubble, and brown hair that was slightly long, yet very messy with bits and pieces sticking out all over the place. Sabrina and Salem both knew who this man was by the cane he was holding in his right hand.

"Hey, you're Dr. House," Sabrina nearly screamed. After all she was face to face with one of the best doctors on one of her favorite TV shows.

"Yeah, and you must be albino because you're really blonde for a white girl. What the hell am I doing here? You interrupted me from telling Cuddy that her skirt made her look like she worked the corners at night."

"Well I really need you to make a diagnosis," Sabrina said, ignoring House's last comment. She knew not to thank things to personally from him, especially when he was the missing piece to their puzzle which desperately needed to be solved

"Sorry little girl, but I can't cure being blonde, and annoying." he said tauntingly with a sour, yet sarcastic look on his face, the beginning signs of aging beginning to appear with his scowl.

"It's not for me. It's for my aunt." Sabrina explained, almost to the point of begging

"Oh boy, well that changes everything." House sarcastically said as he sat down in Sabrina's computer chair

"Please," Salem begged with his infamous little cry. House turned his head to the cat sitting next to him.

"Wow. The cat talks. That's really cool, but it's probably from the Vicodin I took 30 minutes ago. I'll help you guy's only if you stop whining. God you guys are worse than Cameron."

"Fine," Sabrina said, happy she had finally gotten her way

"What are her symptoms?" House asked as he tossed the rubber band ball on Sabrina's desk in the air. It wasn't his tennis ball, but it was the only way he could think.

"Well, she's been nauseas, and moody."

"Not to mention she's been eating almost as much as a competitive eater," Salem interrupted.

"Sounds like one thing to me," House said as he caught the ball in mid air "Your aunt's knocked up."

"What! That's…"

"That's impossible?" House interrupted. "Well I guess your aunt has kept someone her dirty, little secret. There's no treatment for this parasite. Like I tell every women, many learn to embarrass it. Name it. Dress it up in tiny clothes. Arrange play dates with other parasites. Just wait nine months for it to pass very painfully. Also make sure mommy doesn't drink. Tends to make the thing less cute," House said as he got up to leave.

"Well thanks for your time."

"Can you give this to Cuddy for me?" Salem asked, holding a piece of paper in his mouth. Written on it was his phone number, and the words "call me."

"Sure." House grabbed the paper with a puzzled look as Sabrina zapped him back to Princeton Plainsboro Hospital.

Sabrina suspicion was right. Her aunt was pregnant, but how. Zelda broke up with Mr. Kraft weeks ago, making it his child. Sabrina cringed at the thought of the baby being Willard Krafts. How would Mr. Kraft take the news? Would he support Zelda? Was Zelda going to keep the baby? A million thoughts raced through her head. Especially how was she going to tell her aunt that she was pregnant? It was a little strange that she knew before her. Sabrina hoped her aunt wouldn't get mad. She had to get someone's advice. There was only one person. She might not have been the smartest person in the world, but knew Zelda better than anyone. Aunt Hilda.