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Chapter 1

The beginning

This fic needs a little background. Chase and Cameron were never together, and House still has his original team. The rest will be explained in the story. I hope you enjoy!

Interesting cases did not come often enough for Gregory House, M.D. hardly anything came often enough for him. Except the pain. That, unfortunately, never left.

The October day was like any other, boring. House was sitting at his desk listening to Jimmy Hendricks while playing air guitar. His team was working his clinic hours for him. He thought it would be one of them when his door opened, but it wasn't.

"Hey dad." His piercing blue eyes shot up and looked directly into hers. "Izzy?" "Hi." She knew about his leg, she was there when it happened, so she went over and sat on his desk so he could avoid the pain of getting up.

"What are you doing here?" "Aren't you glad to see me?" She smiled, knowing the question would bother him, and she loved seeing his reaction. "No." She smiled even more. "To answer your question, I'm living here now. For two reasons. One, to be closer to you. I spent the first twenty five years of my life with my mother and stepfather and I decided to give you a chance. And two, New Jersey is way closer to my agent and publisher than Kentucky."

"Your accent's stronger in person." She sighed, "Yep, us Southerners are known for our drawl, pecan pie and sweet tea." "And guns." She rolled her eyes and got up to look out the window.

"This is a nice hospital." He got up and stood next to her, unsure of what to say.

"You still have that same car dad; the one Uncle James always makes fun of?" Dr Wilson was always there for her. Whenever she came to visit House, Dr James Wilson was there. She loved him, maybe more than she loved her own father. She looked at him as he nodded.

"Got a bike too, women love it." "I'm sure they do." She laughed and looked at his face. "I don't know about the beard…."

"It makes him look lazy and unkept, although I'm sure its easier to maintain."

Isabella House lighted up when she heard his voice, and when he finished his sentence she ran and hugged him.

"Uncle James, oh how I've missed you." Wilson hugged her back, all the while looking at House. He did not know what he wanted House to look like, but he was happy when House looked liked he gave a damn.

Gregory House was a very jealous person. Not of other people exactly, but just jealous naturally. This time he was jealous of a person, but he would never admit that the reasons her daughterly affections lied elsewhere were his own fault.

"How are you Izzy?" She pulled away from him. "I'm well. I have a book deal."

Wilson was somewhat taken aback, "Really, that's amazing."

"Thank you. I know I'm pretty young, I guess all that college helped. I have dad to thank for that."

They both looked over at House, "I can't allow my offspring to be stupid. That would make me stupid, and I am not stupid."

"Are you staying here long?"

"She lives here Wilson, geez, don't you know anything?" House was nervously fiddling with something on his desk.

"Yes, I plan to have you both over for dinner once I unpack. I have a nice condo. I'm very proud of it actually. The advance on my book was the down payment."

"Wow that really is amazing. I am very proud of you." Wilson hugged her again and saw House mocking him.

"I came here to invite you two gentlemen to lunch." She looked back and forth from her father to Dr Wilson; neither said anything for a few seconds.

Wilson looked at House before he answered. "I have a patient actually, maybe another time?" She nodded, a little disappointedly. "But I happen to know for a fact that House has no patients."

"Dad?"

"Yeah, yeah I'll go, begging is so unattractive, unless of course…."

"Dad."

He smirked.

Wilson rolled his eyes, "Bye Izzy, call me later today, okay? I'll give you my address." He gave her a peck on the cheek and left.

"I have to do a couple things up here before we go, you can wait in the lobby."

"All right."

After she left House opened his bottle of Vicodin and downed a couple.

On her way to the lobby Isabella ran into someone, literally. She seemed to do that often. "I am so sorry, I am such a klutz." She said, bending down to pick up the papers he was holding, without looking at her victim.

"Its alright. I would much rather be ran into by you than some obscenely large man." She smiled and looked at him.

He was incredibly attractive, and by his lab coat she could tell he was a Doctor. "Well," she said while picking up a pen and his prescription pad at the same time, "I can honestly say I have never been accused of being that." She wrote her number on his pad, tore it off, and put it in his lab coat pocket as they were both standing up. He smiled and her heart starting beating faster. "Just in case you ever feel lonely." He smiled even wider and watched her as she walked off.