Disclaimer: I do not own House M.D. in anyway. The show and it's characters belong to Fox networks and it's creators.

Note: This is the first fan fic I have written for this show and I am trying to stick to the most realistic situations I can and stay as medically relevant as possible. Bare with me if I get something wrong.

The Unexpected and Undesired Miracle

Prologue:

"So, what are we wearing today? Panties, thongs?......Nothing? I'd say by the look of those slacks you're wearing it's got to be panties."

"Oh, shut up."

At Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital, this was not an unusual sight for a receptionist as she watched two individuals stride into work. For this constantly bickering pair, odd conversations such as these didn't always turn heads. It was actually considered the norm to hear far worse things sing from the lips of one man in particular: Gregory House. One of the most brilliant minds medicine had ever seen, however, every good thing comes with a price. The price for this brilliant mind was the frequent arrogance, disrespectful comments or impersonal questions and quarries House let his patients, and co-workers, suffer. This dreary morning, the Dead of Medicine was the first victim of his verbal abuse: Lisa Cuddy.

Despite the fact that she was his boss, everyday she put up with his antics and she knew deep down that she would never come to fire the man. House was just too good of a doctor to fire over such social awkwardness.

"So, judging on how you are either one: ignoring me or two: have given up on fighting back with sass means, I'm right?" the man went on prodding his boss, waiting for a reaction on some sort. The receptionist was too as she quietly peered up from her work.

Cuddy just rolled her eyes and went on signing in for her shift. She turned to look up at House before she made a B-line to the sanctuary of her office."Just go do your job House and I'll do mine. Thinking about the kind of panties I'm wearing won't save your patients."

With that, she disappeared behind the Clinic doors and House shrugged it off and began to go through several files to find his next case.

"Must you always bug Cuddy? She has enough on her plate without you always riding her on such stupid things like what she's got on under her pants."

House's blue orbs narrowed at the brown one's he caught a glance with. "How did you find that out?"

"Well," the oncologist started," when Cuddy and I bump into each other we tend to actually talk to one another. You know, something normal people do-"

"Normal's not normal"

"Whatever! You know what I mean. You could at least try to act a little more like a human being-oh wait! That's impossible."

House was quiet for a moment before he glanced down at the cafeteria food that lay on his friend's tray. It was another typical lunch break where House and Dr. James Wilson tended to relax. Although, with someone like House around, there was no such thing as relaxation. House had spent most of his day, so far, on Clinic duty under Cuddy's orders. In a way, it was like pay-back for all of his rude behavior. No interesting cases had floated his way and so, House had to slave in several hours of typical patients that walked into the PPTH Clinic.

"How's your patients?"

Wilson seemed to freeze in bewilderment at the question. He blinked and straightened his posture."Well, they have cancer and most of them are dying, why ask? You know this, to you it's boring. Plus, you never ask about my patients out of the blue."

House merely shrugged."You ask me to be human and I do but when I do, you question it? What? You some sort of hypocrite?"

"No House, I know you and you don't normally comply to requests……easily." Wilson paid for his lunch and lead his limping friend off to a table to eat. Once settled, Wilson dug into the salad he ordered but after a moment he stopped, noticing House had not said a word since they left the line. That was an eternity to not talk in House's world."Something wrong?"

"Huh? Oh no. Well I 'G2G', bye!" the diagnostician stood and limped quickly out of the cafeteria, leaving Wilson to sit confused for a moment before he shrugged it off. He went back to his meal and soon noticed there was a missing element from his tray. The oncologist let out a huff and sat back into the chair. House had distracted him in order to snatch Wilson's ice cream sandwich.

"Hey, you see House yet today?"

"No, he's got Clinic duty or, he's trying to get out of it."

"Which means he'll be down here at any moment to go snooping around for a case."

Chase and Cameron walked together through the ER. Cameron held a red file, going over one of her patients: Chase had just gotten off a surgery a half-hour ago and was spending the last bit of his break with Cameron.

"Why do you ask?"

"I have a file he might be interested in, plus I-"

Chase stopped, taken back."You're trying to help House out of Clinic duty?"

"No, I just have a case he might want to take."

"Yea, by giving him that file and if he takes it he'll be off Clinic which we both know he hates. So, why are you helping him?"

"When he does Clinic, he often tends to lash his frustration out on his patients, his team, and us. I am saving them, and us, some peace of mind.

Chase nodded, comprehending the logic. He glanced around the ER and speak of the devil; House limped in and went straight to the front desk in which stacks of files sat waiting for his approval.

Cameron and Chase crossed the room to their former boss. Who didn't even give them a sideways glance.

"Just browsing…." House muttered.

This might catch your interest." Cameron held out the file. The diagnostician looked between the file and one of his former ducklings. After a hesitated moment, he snatched it greedily from her hands and began to skim it.

"Thirty-six year old female photographer. Suffered from a sudden seizure after taking a break from her shoot."

"Seizures are fun to watch but diagnostically boring. Why don't you try to find something a little more fun and then we'll talk."

The trio's attention was caught by a team of nurses rushing in a new patient. House caught a glimpse and saw it was a girl, probably no older than five or six. She was also very pale and thin. Her clothes were too big for her and filthy. House automatically presumed her to be the typical angered kid who wanted to runaway because her parents wouldn't let her have that one piece of cake kid. Or at-least, that's what he thought until he overheard the paramedic inform the nurses the girl's situation.

"Sic year-old female, found by her mother's co-worker in an alley behind a dumpster. Multiple bruises on her lower abdomen and hips. She refuses to speak to us but the co-worker suspects it may be a sexual assault case.

Cameron looked between the surgeon and diagnostician before she left to help the team. The poor child looked terrified beyond belief and if she really was a rape victim, Cameron really couldn't blame her.

"Hi sweetie, I'm Dr. Cameron. You're at the hospital. Don't be scared, no one here will hurt you, we want to help make you better ok? Can you tell me what happened?" Cameron spoke in a soft, gentle voice. The girl only sniffled quietly and lowered her eyes from the woman.

"We can't help you unless you tell us what happened." The girl, again, remained quiet. Though this time, she glanced around all the doctors and nurses rushing about the ER and she pulled her legs in close to her chest and hugged them tightly.

Cameron then had an idea and she got all of the attending nurses to leave them for a few minutes since the patient was stable. She then pulled the curtain to conceal the girl fro, the ER, Cameron with her.

Meanwhile, House and Chase stood as they were watching the scene. Once the curtain was drawn, the Aussie let out a huff and rested his hands on his hips.

"Terrible, to see kids in the ER. Especially rape victims, it's sick." He thought aloud. Chase glanced at House but noticed the elder doctor seemed to be staring at the curtain: as if in a trance.

"House?"

The man blinked and looked at the younger man quickly before his gaze returned to the curtain. He was silent for a few long moments before he spoke only one distant word."…….yea……"

Well, there you have it. The prologue. I hope you enjoy it. Feedback would be appreciated. Hope you enjoy!