"House, what are you doing?" Cuddy demanded as she stormed into his office.

"I am about to beat level 6." He replied distractedly, then frowned as he lost the battle. "Damn. It took me two hours to get to that level."

"Two hours that you were supposed to be in the clinic. I want you down there in 5 minutes or I'm docking your pay." She said and walked out of his office. House considered taking the pay cut, but he had his eyes on two Monster Truck tickets that were completely kick-ass. He could probably suck Wilson into paying for them, but there was only 12 hours left on the deal and he couldn't chance missing these tickets. Pocketing his Gameboy, he grabbed his cane and limped out of his office. As he headed for the elevator he wondered if he would be able to get away with only an hour of clinic duty, but stopped as a little boy blocked his way.

"Come on, kid, move. I need to go wipe some crotches." He said, but the boy just stared at him. House studied the child out of habit, trying to figure out if he was sick or not. About 5 years old, dark hair, blue eyes, looked healthy enough.

"Danny!" cried a familiar voice and House's head shot up.

"Stacy?" he asked, watching as she ran over and grabbed the boy's arm. "What…what are you doing here?"

"Hey, House. I was, um, just in the area and thought I would drop by." She replied, then looked at the boy. "Danny, I told you not to wander off."

"Sorry, Mommy." The boy said, looking at his feet.

"So, he's yours?"

"Yes. His name is Daniel. Thank you for finding him."

"I didn't find him, he blocked my way to the elevator. I need to get going. See ya." He said and turned around, heading the other direction. His mind was spinning as he walked away. Stacy had a son. He guessed that she and Mark had worked everything out after they left. The boy looked a lot like her….but nothing like Mark. As he turned the corner, House stopped and leaned against the wall weakly. The boy looked nothing like Mark…he was about 5 years old…Stacy's eyes were brown, Mark's green. Of course, genetics said that a person could have blue eyes without either parent having blue eyes, but it was rare and the boy's eyes were familiar. Too familiar. Oh, crap. House turned back around the corner but the hallway was empty. No problem, he knew Stacy would be back soon enough. In the meantime, he just had to figure out how to avoid her… and the kid.