Name: Designing Kids.

Writer: Ann.

Fandom: House.

Rating: PG13.

Pairing: Huddy.

Timeline: Post 2X23, "Who's Your Daddy".

Summary:Cuddy is designing her baby. But for some reason, she can't understand designing his genes is not enough. And for some reason, House cares.

Others: Just an idea. Wanted to write it for a while, and it took some time, but here it is. Part II to be added hopefully this weekend.

All rights for House reserved to FOX and David Shore. Unfortunately they're not mine.

"You came all the way up here just to tell me that?" House asked, looking at Cuddy, looking for signs of the real purpose of her coming to his office. He knew thanking him wasn't all that she wanted to do. He just wondered whether or not she'll tell him what the real reason is.

"No." She hesitated for a moment before she left, leaving him alone in his office, wondering if she wanted to say what he thought she was going to say.

House walked into his apartment, heavily leaning on his cane. He closed the door and then quickly read the mail he took out of the mailbox earlier that evening. Other than a couple of bills, there was nothing interesting in the pile, and he threw the other letters on the coffee table as he headed towards the kitchen. He grabbed a bottle of whiskey and a glass and then turned back to the living room, moving slowly in order to ease the pain in his leg. He sat down on the couch and turned on the TV, his mind still focused on the past few days.

There was no reason for Cuddy not to look for sperm donation. In fact, the more he thought about it, the clearer it became to him that it was the ideal thing for her. She loved kids. She wanted kids. And she didn't find anyone she actually liked enough in order to want to have his kid. As the hospital administrator she kept saying she doesn't have a lot of time for relationships – at least that's what she told him – and so even though he wasn't sure she'd have the time for a baby, he understood donation was the best chance she's got at the moment.

What he didn't understand was how come she didn't realize what the significance of that was. Unlike most people in the world, she had the chance to choose the best genetics for her child's health, looks and tendencies. She had the chance to choose the perfect mate and have a child others can only wish for.

But she didn't understand it, and for some reason, it drove him crazy.

His cellphone ringing cut his thoughts off. He didn't even need to see the Caller ID to know it was none other than his best friend.

"Hi."

"Hi," Wilson replied. Listening to the background noises, House could tell he was driving. He remained silent for a moment, and House almost thought he called for nothing – even though that was usually House's thing – when he spoke again. "I saw you and Cuddy earlier today, I was wondering if that has anything to do with the 'date' we had."

"Nope." House replied quickly, in a tone as careless as he could. "She wanted to know something about the patient. Why?"

"I hear she wants a baby, and I thought… This might sound a little weird to you, but-"

"You think she wanted to have your child and may have talked to me about it," House cut him off, knowing this was a slightly delicate matter to his friend. "No. She didn't say a word about it. But don't worry," He added in a slightly sarcastic tone, "If she'll ask I'll definitely suggest you."

Wilson picked it up immediately. "Good," He said. "We wouldn't want her to think about you instead."

House froze. How come he didn't think about it before?

"House?"

"Gotta go." He replied, his mind still off the conversation, before he hung up, not even waiting for Wilson's comment. He quickly turned off the TV, put the shoes back on and grabbed his coat. Then, grabbing his cane and car keys, he left his apartment, heading towards his motorcycle.

If Cuddy won't do the smart thing and design the best kid she could get, he can do it for her.

"Hi, I'd like to make a donation," He smiled at the woman sitting in front of him. She smiled back at him and handed him a few forms for him to fill and a pen. "Thanks."

He sat down and filled the forms as quickly as he could. Despite his will to help Cuddy's unborn and yet-to-be-created kid, he absolutely did not feel like staying there for a whole night. And so he just went through the forms as quickly as he could and then made his donation.

"Before I give it to you," he said when the secretary reached out for the donation, "Is there a chance I can meet the mothers before they can use it?" She seemed skeptical, and so he smiled again a slightly nervous smile, knowing that would help him sell the story. "You see, I'm a doctor, and I have this gene for disease, and I want to save the child. So I just need to make sure his mom won't have the same gene."

She hesitated for a moment. "Let me see what I can do," She said eventually. "Usually we don't take this kind of donations-"

"Please, do. I really wish to help," He said in a kind, slightly worried, voice.

She smiled at him. "Let me see what I can do."

He watched her as she got up and walked towards an office nearby. Then, as soon as she was out of sight, he sat down, his right hand rubbing his leg. He was tired and in pain, but for some reason he didn't regret coming there for Cuddy. He has no idea why. That was certainly odd.

"Mr. House?" Her voice woke him up. He got up quickly, leaning heavily on his cane without actually showing it. "I'm sorry, but we can't take your donation. If you really are sick, we can't risk-"

"Okay." He tried giving her a disappointed, hurt look, but the only thing it seemed to do was to sadden her even more. "What if I know of someone who needs it and doesn't have the gene?" He asked, looking hopeful.

She thought for a moment. "Just a second."

Again, she turned to the other office, leaving him alone. This time he remained standing, hoping the conversation would be as short as it was the last time. And indeed, she returned a couple of minutes later. He wasn't happy to see the look on her face was tired and nothing else.

"It's late. If you could please come back in the morning-"

"I will." Was all he said before he left, silently swearing. He wanted to do get it done that day, before she'd get the chance to pick someone else and try to design a loser. No, not a loser, a mega loser. For some reason, he cared enough to want to change that.

And it pissed him off that he couldn't do it as soon as possible.

He got back there first thing the next morning. It was another woman sitting there, but after he quickly explained the situation to her, she was more than happy to try to help him. The moment he finished talking she entered her superior's office, where someone else was clearly sitting, as she returned with a positive answer, saying they can get his file to that one woman who needed it.

Satisfied, he drove to Princeton Plainsboro, and even stopped in a coffee shop to make sure he'll be as late as usual. However, his self-satisfaction must have been clearer than he thought it would be, as both his team and Cuddy picked noticed it the moment they saw him.

"I've got a case-" Cuddy cut herself off, noticing his satisfaction. "What are you all happy about?" She asked, walking next to him as he walked towards the elevators.

"Don't tell me you forgot!" He said, faking a disappointed expression. "Wasn't tonight the night we agreed we'll have sex again?" He continued, his voice slightly louder than usual.

She rolled her eyes, giving him a short, frustrated sigh. "Fine. Don't tell. I've got a case for you," She continued, handing him a file.

"Of course you do," He said as he walked into the elevator, taking the file. "When don't you have one?"

He smiled to himself as the door closed. The last thing he saw before it did was Cuddy shaking her head in slight disbelief – shouldn't she have learned by now? – as she turned to leave.

The way to his office has gone by quickly, but in his office waited him a long questioning from his three underlings, who wanted to know what made him happy that early in the morning. He managed to get them off his back eventually when he told them he invited a hooker the night before, and sent them off to test the new patient.

"What are you so happy about?" Wilson walked into his office, not looking surprised to see him happy. He guessed Cuddy must have told him about his sudden burst of happiness.

House didn't even get up. "I am gonna stop a woman from making a mistake that will not only affect her, but others, too," He said, giving his friend a smug look.

Wilson walked closer, but didn't sit down. "What… What are you talking about?" His brown eyes met House's blue ones, which did not reveal a thing to him. "Is it Cuddy?" He continued as an idea crossed his mind.

"Yes, and no, I'm not gonna tell you," He added before Wilson even managed to open his mouth.

"House, what-" Cuddy stepped in, suddenly noticing Wilson. "Hi."

"Hi." Sensing that there was something she wanted to talk about with House alone, Wilson turned to leave. "I'll see you for lunch?" He asked, holding the door open.

House nodded briefly. "Sure."

Cuddy waited until the door closed before she walked towards House, stopping inches from his feet resting on his desk. One of the two files she was holding immediately found itself in his lap, opening on the way so that he could see it was the file he opened at the sperm bank that morning.

"What is that supposed to mean?" She asked quietly.

He grabbed it and looked at it quickly. "I'd say it's a donor's file, but I'm sensing there's something behind that question." His voice was slightly sarcastic.

"I know it's you." He raised his eyebrows in question. "Come on… A doctor, blue eyes, brown hair, around your age, parents both still alive and well, your blood type…" She looked up, "And more. Did you honestly think I wouldn't recognize you?"

"Let's leave out the fact that I obviously wouldn't have done something that idiotic," He opened, finally bringing his feet back to the floor and looking at the file, "He's younger than me, it's not my birth date, and… seriously? He's into rock? Go for it." He faked an enthusiastic voice. Without blinking, he threw the file on his desk, looking back at her.

"Everybody lies," She retorted.

"Fine. Believe me or not, I would never do something that stupid. To get me," He said as he got up in one swift move, "You need to have sex with me. Which, of course, I wouldn't mind doing. When are you free?" She stared at him for a moment. "Sure, we can start with dinner, but-"

"House." Her voice was quiet and slightly commanding, the tone that always managed to shut him up.

He looked at her quietly for a moment before nodding briefly. "He looks good. Definitely better than the Mozart guy," He said quietly, now completely serious. "I'd go for him."

Their gazes remained locked as she stood there silently, thinking. Then, slowly, she nodded, and when she spoke her voice was quiet and simple. "Okay."