Disclaimer: I do not own House or any of its characters. I only own October, Hannah and David so far

A/N: This story is slightly AU considering House has a daughter and a grand daughter. This is something that popped into my head one night and I got stuck on my other House fanfic so I wrote this one. I hope you enjoy!

Character info.

October Lynn Martin/House- She's twenty four years old, five feet five inches tall, weighs a hundred and ten pounds. She has straight, shoulder length light brown hair with blond highlights and blue eyes. Her mom is Stacy

Hannah Mackenzie Martin- She's three years old, three feet tall, weighs thirty two pounds. She has wavy blond hair comes down to the middle of her back, and has hazel eyes

David Martin- Twenty six years old, Six feet two inches tall, weighs 215 built. Has short blond hair and green eyes.

Twenty four year old October Martin sat on the couch with her feet tucked under her. She ran her hand over the velvet cover of her daughter's baby book thinking of everything that had happened since she'd been born and everything that lead up to it.

Most of the decisions that she made leading up to them now seemed like mistakes. All but one and that was having her baby girl.

Her husband, David, kept saying they weren't ready and that it would just make everything harder for them but she never caved in. She knew that if she had she wouldn't be able to live with her self knowing she killed her own child, her own flesh and blood. She should have seen through his mask then but she was too in love and too naive to do so.

He seemed so perfect for her. He was always buying her things, taking her places, and telling her how wonderful and beautiful she was. He never once showed his true side till after they were married then it was too late for her to turn back. It started out as small things, little anger spells that seemed to leave as fast as they came but then they started to come more often and lasting longer.

He would cuss her, tell her how she was nothing before she met him and she would be nothing if she left him, he would call her ugly, stupid, fat, anything he could say to hurt her and he would do it all the time. She wished she had listened to her father and broke up with him but then again he told her to break up with every boy she ever dated. She was a daddy's girl so she usually listened but the one time that she didn't she ended up with a dead beat.

She ran her fingers across the picture on the cover of the book. It was of her, her dad, and her daughter the day she was born. Her dad was holding up the teddy bear he had bought her waving it at Hannah. She still had the bear she wouldn't sleep without it. He picked out her first name, Hannah.

He told her that if she didn't name her Hannah that she would grow up being confused about her name because no matter what she named her he would always call her Hannah. She knew he was probably joking but she named her Hannah anyways just in case. Her dad confused her enough growing up she didn't want him doing the same to her daughter especially when it came to her name. She gave her the middle name Mackenzie after her best friend that died in a car accident when she was seventeen.

Giving birth to her was the best day of her life. Even thought her husband wasn't there everyone that really mattered was and the fact her mother was able to be there before she died made it that much more special.

She sighed and laid the book beside her, three years had passed since that day and she was still with the man who made her life miserable. She stood up and walked over to Hannah's bed room door. She leaned up against the door way and laid her head on the frame. She watched her sleep peacefully threw the last hour she would spend in the only house she ever knew as home.

She smiled through the tears that streamed down her face. After a few minutes, she leaned up and walked into her bed room. She picked up two of the three small suitcases she packed and carried them out side.

She tossed them into the trunk of her car and went back in for the third which was mostly packed full of photo albums, pictures they had professionally done, and important papers such as social security cards and birth certificates.

On her way through the living room she picked the baby book off the couch and her car keys and cell phone off the end table. She put her cell phone in her front pants pocket and walked into her bed room and shoved the baby book in the side pocket of the suitcase.

She picked it up and walked into her daughter's room and picked up the back pack she had packed mainly for the ride to her dads. Extra cloths for her and Hannah, pull ups, a sip cup and some of her favorite toys including the teddy bear her dad had bought her.

She walked out side and laid the suit case in the trunk and closed it. She walked to the front of the car and opened the driver's side door. She tossed the book bag into the back seat and took the keys out of her front pocket. She started the car so it would have a chance to warm up before they left.

She glanced down at her watch; it was just after four if she left now she'd be at her dad's by six. As she was walking back into the house David pulled up into the drive way. He got out and looked into the back seat. He instantly knew what she was doing. He ran inside and shoved her.

She fell and scraped her head on the corner end table on the way down. Blood dripped onto the carpet. He kicked her in the side twice before rolling her over and climbing on top of her.

"Going somewhere?"

Before she had chance to answer he wrapped his hand around her throat and began pushing down. He went to punch her but she turned her head. His ring caught her bottom lip and slit it. The taste of blood filled her mouth as she fought at his hands but it was no use he was too strong for her to fight off.

They both heard Hannah scream, when David turned to look at her October grabbed the vase off the floor and hit him in the head. He grabbed his head and fell off of her. She stood up and rushed over to Hannah. She picked her up and ran out to the car. She opened the drivers side door as she got in she put Hannah into the passenger seat.

She shut the door and speed off. She put her arm in front of Hannah to keep her from sliding out of the seat. After a few miles she slowed down and helped Hannah put her seat belt on. She didn't want to risk stopping and him catching up to them. She reached over and rubbed the top of Hannah's head.

"Its okay sweetie, everything's going to be alright."

After an hour of driving she pulled over at a run down hotel. She wasn't planning on staying the night, she just needed to get her and Hannah washed up before they got to her dad's. She couldn't let him find out he hit her or that Hannah saw most of it. He would kill him and be sent to prison for the rest of his life.

She unbuckled Hannah's seat belt and picked her up in her arms. She sat there for a few minutes hugging her. She thanked god that she wasn't hurt that night. She wouldn't be able to live with her self if she had been. She grabbed the keys and reached behind her and grabbed the book bag.

She got out of the car and shut the door. She hit the lock button on the keys before walking into the main office. When she got to the front desk the guy sitting there shot up in his chair. He looked at her face that was mostly covered in blood.

"Are you two okay?" He asked frantically.

"Daddy hit mommy!" Hannah cried out before October could answer him.

"Do you want me to call the cops?"

"No, it's fine; I just need a room for an hour. So we can get cleaned up."

"Are you sure? If he hit you once he will do it again."

"He won't have a chance to, I'm going to live with my dad, if he sees me like this he will lose it."

"I understand."

The guy walked over to where the keys were hanging and picked up a set. He walked back over and handed her the keys.

"I'm giving you the room right next door so if anything happens I'll be able to hear it."

"Thanks, how much is the room?"

"Don't worry about paying, save your money for getting to your dads."

"Thanks."

She smiled softly and walked next door. She unlocked the door and walked inside. She shut and locked the door behind her. She tossed the bag on the floor and sat down on the bed. She adjusted Hannah so that she was sitting side ways on her lap.

"Sweetie, don't tell anyone else about what happened at the house."

"Not even grandpa?"

"Especially not grandpa, it has to be our secret. If anyone ask what happened to me you tell them I fell okay?"

Hannah slowly nodded. "Okay mommy."

October hugged her. "I love you so much, I am so sorry you had to see that."

Hannah wrapped her arms around her and smiled. "I love you too mommy."

October smiled and hugged her tight. She smiled and sat her down on the bed. She walked over to the book bag and got her self a white tank top and a pair of pink pajama pants that had little white cats on them out and got Hannah a sleeper and a pull up. She slipped her cell phone into the front of the book bag before she walked over to Hannah.

"Lets go get cleaned up."

She picked her up off the bed and walked into the bath room. She grabbed a wash cloth from the cabinet above the sink and wet it with warm water. She wiped the blood off her cheek and neck then sat her down on the floor. She knelt down in front of her and helped her get undressed then redressed her.

October took her shirt off and tossed it onto the floor along with her pant. She washed her face off with a soapy wash cloth. Once she was threw she looked at the injuries. The cut on her forehead had swelled a little and had and had a purple and yellow bruise surrounding it.

It was pretty deep but not deep enough for it to need stitches. Her busted lip wasn't that bad it was just a small slit that went from her the inside of her lip down to where her lip ended and her chin began, it wasn't deep and could be easily explained by a fall.

She leaned over the bath tub and washed her hair until the water ran clear. She wrapped the towel around her hair and got dressed. After she was dressed she toweled dried her hair and brushed it. She put her hair up in a pony tail and gathered their cloths and threw them into a small trash bag she tied it off and set it next to the door.

She took Hannah's teddy bear out of the book bag and zipped it up. She smiled and put the book bag on her back then picked Hannah up. She walked to the door and picked up the trash bag. She grabbed both set of keys and walked out of the room. She threw the bag of cloths in the dumpster and walked into the main office.

She smiled at the guy sitting at the front desk as she handed him the keys. "Thank you so much."

"No problem, just stay safe okay?"

"I will."

She smiled at him one last time before walking to her car. She handed the keys to Hannah and let her hit the button to unlock the door. She took the keys and opened the back door. She sat the book bag on the floor bored and buckled her into her car seat. She shut the back door and immediately opened the front and got in.

She started the car and put her seat belt on. She got her cell phone out of the front of the book bag and began driving to her dad's house. After a few miles she picked up her cell phone and dialed her dad's cell phone number. After three rings he answered.

"Hello…"

"Hey dad it's me."

"Hey October, how are you and Hannah doing?"

"We're doing okay, I have a question; can we stay with you for a little while?"

"Is David with you?"

"No…Me and David split up. It's just me and Hannah."

"Then yeah you can stay."

"What would you do if he was with me?"

"You and Hannah would be staying with me and he would be staying in a hotel somewhere."

October laughed. "You really are the nicest person in the world dad." She said sarcastically.

He laughed. "I know."

"I have to go dad, I'm driving. I should be at your house around eight. Thanks for letting us stay."

"No problem."

"Bye dad, Love you."

"I love you too."

He hung up the phone and leaned back against the couch. Her and Hannah were the only two people he would actually tell he loved them. He would occasionally say it to his mom and said it even less to his dad. He glanced up at the clock, it was seven o'clock. He debated wither or not he should call Wilson and let him in on the good news or not.

She always called him Uncle Wilson, even before him and Stacy started calling him that when she was around and even worse she called Cuddy, Aunt Cuddy. Now every time she came down he would let them both know by calling them Uncle Wilson or Uncle Jimmy and Aunt Cuddy. They all became the biggest dysfunctional family ever but they made it through okay.

He also debated on wither or not to introduce her to his new team. The last few times she was down he decided against it but this time she wasn't going back to New York after a couple of days. She was staying for good, and he was happy that she was.

He knew that his daughter was in a bad marriage only he could never convince her of that or get close enough to David to kill him. He usually stayed in New York on account he knew he wasn't liked by anyone there and most of them wouldn't hesitate to beat the hell out of him if he stepped out of line even just a little. House picked up the phone and called Wilson. After five rings he finally answered.

"Hey House."

"Hey Uncle Jimmy, Guess who's coming to stay for good?"