"God dammit! Elizabeth-Anne House get your scrawny butt in here now!" House growled as he pushed the pile of shoes away with the end of his cane. Since when did his teenage daughter acquire so many shoes? Or were some of those Allison's? Either way, he decided women owned too many shoes.
He heard the slamming down of the phone faintly from upstairs, followed by the stamping of feet on the wooden flooring.
"What dad!" Her growl was so much like his, he almost smiled, as she entered the room dressed in dark jeans and a black Beatles t-shirt, he realized they were dressed rather similar, except he wore a red Rolling Stones t-shirt. Her long wavy auburn hair was tied up and she glared at him with eyes as blue as his. "How many times do I have to tell you about all the shoes? Move them, I don't want to fall, I'll miss the OC."
She wrinkled up her nose, sticking her arm into the small shoe mountain and picked up one pair of faded sneakers and stuck out her tongue, "The rest are moms if you didn't know, now if you excuse me Shelly needs me to ring her back, Darren has told her that he doesn't want to go steady cuz she still likes Adam who for some reason still likes Laura." She sulked off to her bedroom, swinging the sneakers by the laces leaving House to stare at the space where his daughter had just been, thankful he didn't have to listen to her conversations.
"Do your homework!" He yelled up the stairs and could almost see her rolling her eyes in his mind; he followed her example and sulked off to the fridge, grabbing a beer before limping off to living room.
Slumping down on the chocolate coloured couch he grabbed the remote and flicked on the TV, looking at his watch. Allison would be home soon, as the head of the immunology department it meant she had to stay late often, and he was fairly certain his ducklings could handle his latest patient on their own.
He remembered fondly- well as fondly as House could- the past for a second, and his old Ducklings, wondering briefly what Chase and Foreman were up to now. It had been awhile since he had been in touch with either of them. Taking a swig of his beer he sighed, turning up the TV.
"DAD! I can hear that all the way up here!" His daughter's voice rang out, "Well then maybe you'll learn to like it now!!!" He yelled back smiling to himself, stretching out on the couch he closed his eyes listening to the sounds of the TV.