A/N: As promised a sequel to the Rain King. Now you might think the character presented below is a Mary Sue, but so not. I am only writing what I know, and I have nothing in common with the character except I love criminology.

As always, I proofread, but grammar is lost on me because of the good old learning disability, dyslexia, that left me never learning grammar. I don't research anything I do enough of that in real life so I b.s. what I don't know. Last of all I don't own the characters. Thanks for reading. OH and I am also going to try and keep up with both stories this and Jealousy.

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Cuddy was without an assistant again, this time it was not House's fault, but Cuddy's demand that the assistant be as perfect as she was. Once inside Cuddy's office he called out, "I thought the twins could take me out to lunch. Wilson is busy with the next Mrs. Wilson IV the return of the bitch, coming to a theater near you. I heard it was going to be the best horror film since Mrs. Wilson II."

"Excuse me?" The teenager said sitting behind Cuddy's desk.

"You aren't Cuddy."

"Actually I am, that Olay aging cream works really well."

House frowned, smartass, "The twins shrunk too."

"Breast reduction was killing my back."

"No doctor would have done that. It's a crime against humanity." House answered to the unknown woman sitting in Cuddy's chair.

Cuddy walked out of her bathroom, having touched up her makeup before she took her niece out to lunch. "Dr. House." She was surprised to see him having not heard him come in, they had decided to try and keep work professional as possible. Part of keeping her work life professional was using House's title in front of his name. "I see you've meant my niece Soledad."

"This guy is a doctor? Where did he get his licenses, did you buy a fake diploma online?"

"Soledad." Cuddy said hiding a smile. "We were just going to lunch House, would you like to join?"

"Yeah. That was why I was here."

"Good let me get my purse." Cuddy said walking behind her desk.

The teenager got up, and stated in a very matter of fact voice, "We are not eating in the cafeteria. That food is worse than Dr. House's intelligence."

"Are you sure this kid is related to you?" House asked, he was taken off his game by the Cuddy relative sounding way too much like himself.

"Yeah. She has the winning personality of the family." Cuddy answered.

"I'll have you know I'm a world renowned diagnostician." House said to the girl who rolled her eyes at him.

"Well the world is full of stupid people. I'm sure that is why you are so renowned."

"I see the genetic experiment went way wrong. Who were the donors?"

"How is your mother?" Cuddy asked changing the subject, she knew her niece and House would be going at each other for hours if she let them.

"Good"

"Oh you're a momma's boy." Soledad sniped trying to hold back laughter. "No wonder why you are so pathetic."

Just as House we getting ready to snipe back at the woman, Cuddy stopped him, "Soledad that is enough."

House stood by his bike, "Where are we going?"

"You aren't going to ride with us?"

"No." House said, "Where too?"

Cuddy's pager went off, her cell phone ringing at the same time, grabbing it to see who it was. Hospital, she had not even been gone five seconds and they already needed her again. "Change of plans, we might have to have lunch in the cafeteria." She said before answering her phone.

"No way. I would rather starve." Soledad said.

House could tell it was nothing good, he did a mental check to make sure he had not caused any of the chaos that seemed to be taking place. He could not remember causing any problems. A few hours of TV, couple more working on his score Tony Hawk Pro Skater whatever number he was on now, and than he wondered down to Cuddy's office hungry.

"I have to go back in. Emergency meeting of the transplant committee." Cuddy looked at Soledad, "I'm sorry. How about I make it up to you with dinner?"

House cleared his throat, "Remember dinner tonight."

"Oh shit yeah." Cuddy said remembering Wilson's invite to dinner to meet the latest interest.

"I can take the brat out to lunch." House said, what better way to get to know more about Cuddy's extended family that he had never meant than to question one of them.

Soledad liked the idea of riding on the bike, she would never admit it, but she thought it would be cool.

"I am not letting her get on a motorcycle with you."

"Because I'm crippled, that is discrimination Dr. Cuddy."

"No House because you are reckless." Cuddy avoided adding that he was always under the influence of a narcotic.

"Come on Aunt Lisa. I can't tolerate hospital food."

Cuddy glared, "She wears your helmet and no weaving through traffic House."

"Sure." House smiled. Throwing his helmet to Soledad, he lifted his right leg over the bike, hooking his cane into the proper spot. "I'll bring something back for you."

"Thanks." Cuddy said, not sure how House would manage that. "Be careful House."

Soledad climbed onto the bike, grabbing around House's waist she had the helmet on and was ready to go. "Where are we going?" She screamed over the engine.

"A café a few miles away." House said before he shot off on the bike, mostly to piss Cuddy off.