Title: It Takes An Outsider

Summary: Someone is invading House's territory. What does she want? And why is she looking between Thirteen and Allison?

Pairing: Camteen - ThirteenCameron - RemyAllison, hints of HouseWilson

AN: Yes, there is what some people - annoyingly - call a mary sue in this story. If you don't like it, please leave and don't bitch to me. Thank you!

Disclaimer: I do not own House MD or any of it's characters. I get no profit from this story.

It Takes An Outsider

Chapter 1

She was sitting on his desk, House's desk specifically. She had been there when they had walked in; casually leaning in the chair, her ankles crossed on the desk. She had an iPod in, and was reading one of House's porno magazines.

She looked intimidating, too. Her dirty-blonde hair had been cut short and was sticking up in many angles. Her grey eyes only blinked uninterested when the two of them had walked in. Although she was small in stature, the muscles that flexed every time she moved illustrated she constantly worked out.

But none of this compared to the fear they experienced when they saw the gun strapped to her belt. Thirteen had called security; but, with only a single look, the guard had said the woman was allowed in the hospital.

Thirteen leaned so her body was close to Taub. "Who is she?"

"I don't know," the older man responded. "I though you knew."

"Then why in the world would I call security?"

The familiar three beat step caused them to pause in their conversation for a moment, before Taub spoke up again; "Maybe House will know." Thirteen shrugged.

The woman at House's desk didn't even hear House's footsteps, not even when he walked right into his office. When he saw the woman sitting at his desk, he stopped a few feet from the door, frozen in his tracks.

Sensing there was someone watching her, she looked up from the magazine before casually putting it down on the desk, and taking out her ear phones. She leisurely uncrossed her ankles and swung them off the desk; standing up in a quick, fluid movement. She slowly walked over to House, stopping when she was only a few feet from him.

"Hey, dad." Both Taub's and Thirteen's jaw dropped. House had a daughter!

"Tammy?" House asked in disbelief.

The woman - Tammy - snorted and crossed her arm. "No, Santa." House ignored that statement, dropping his cane and pulling the woman into a hug. Tammy laughed and pulled him closer, burying her face in his chest.

"Missed ya too, dad."

House sniffed - as if he was crying - and pulled back. "What are you doing here. Shouldn't you be working?"

"Got shot on the job, and boss made me take some time off. Said something about three months worth of vacation time."

House's eyes widened and he moved to check over her, "Are you alright? You shouldn't be up. Go sit down."

Tammy growled and slapped his hands away. "I'm fine. Only a flesh wound, and only a couple of stitches." She lifted her tank top to show a bandage on her side. She gently peeled the tape back to show a very well stitched and clean wound. "See, all good."

House ignored her and looked over the wound. "Who did this?"

"Alex did. I taught her some time ago. See dad, everything's okay."

House raised and eyebrow and looked up at her. "You taught her?"

Tammy rolled her eyes and put the bandage back, despite House's protests. "Well, duh. I watched you so many times I just learned it myself. Plus she had to learn it for med school."

House grinned and ruffled her hair. "I knew my daughter was smart." He slipped an arm around her shoulders and lead her into the conference room. "Meet my duckies: Thirty-one and whats-his-name."

Tammy raised her eyebrow and looked at the two doctors sitting at the table. "Real names please. I'm not like my father."

Taub grinned - thankful he can actually introduce himself - and stood up, holding out his hand. "Doctor Taub. It's great to meet you…"

Tammy grinned back, shaking his hand. "Please, just call me Tammy."

"Alright, Tammy."

Thirteen leaned back in her chair, not bothering to get up. "Just Thirteen."

"Now lesbian," House spoke, leaning on his cane - he must have picked it up while they were introducing themselves. "Play nice."

Tammy punched him on the arm, causing him to hiss in surprise and pain. "Don't call her that! You don't call me that, do you?"

He whimpered and rubbed his arm. "But you're my daughter."

Tammy pointed a finger at him, "Don't make me shoot you. I'm going to see James and Ally." She looked at the two ducklings, who were staring at the two of them in disbelief. "If you guys don't have a case, I'm having a lunch party at two in the cafeteria. You're welcome to join."

Without waiting for an answer, she turned and walked out of the room; most likely going to see the two people she had said. House scowled and limped after her.

Thirteen looked at Taub in amazement. "What the hell was that?"

Taub shrugged. "No clue. And who is Ally?"

"Allison Cameron. Friends sometimes call her Ally."

"Huh."

Wilson's office door was open, and she could see him bent over the desk, working on something. Most likely paperwork, he always seems to be complaining about that. She leaned against the doorway, watching him work.

He had changed in the past three years. He had cut his hair, which surprise her since he always liked longer hair. Even from where she was leaning against the doorway, she could see the bags under his eyes. She was glad, however, to see the wrinkles on his face were more from happiness. Looking him over, she had to smile; he still wore those fancy suits.

Seeing as he had still yet to notice her, she cleared her throat. "Hey, daddy."

Wilson jumped in his seat, looking up, startled. When he saw her, he leapt from his seat and ran to her, gathering her in his arms. "Tammy!"

Tammy laughed as he picked her up and swung her around. "Daddy! Lemme go!"

Wilson laughed in joy and set her down, moving away but keeping her at arms length. "What are you doing here, baby girl? I thought you were working."

Tammy pouted, "What? I'm not allowed to see my daddy?"

Wilson rolled his eyes, but the grin on his face never fell. "But look at you! What happened to the little child genius?"

"Daddy!" She pulled him into a hug, snuggling into him like she did when she was younger. "I'm still you're little genius."

She felt more than heard him chuckle. "That's good. Um…maybe we should go inside, we are getting weird looks."

Tammy pulled back, looking at the people that were crowding around them. The few she recognized smiled and waved, but the rest were just staring in complete confusion. "What are you looking at," she snapped, smirking in triumph when they jumped and scrambled away.

"You didn't have to do that," Wilson scolded, pulling her into the room. He closed the door as Tammy collapsed on the couch. When he went to join her, he just lifted her feet and sat down. Ignoring his look of exasperation, Tammy placed her feet in his lap.

"You know you don't mind," Tammy pointed out.

Wilson snorted. "Still spoiled as ever. Where's that wife of yours?"

"Back at home," she looked at the clock, "and, most likely still sleeping."

"Why not here?"

"She couldn't get time off of work."

Wilson raised his eyebrow, smirking. "She kicked you out of the house, didn't she?"

Tammy pouted. "Yes."

Wilson laughed, patting his daughter's leg. "That's my daughter-in-law. Am I going to get any grandchildren yet?"

"Daddy!"