"Dr. House?" Gregory House turned around at the mention of his name.
"What?" He snapped, he was having a rough day and he didn't need a nurse to bug him right now. The nurse ignored his rude tone and answered him anyway.
"You have a call for you... I patched it through to your office." She said. He limped off to his office trying to ignore the pain in his leg. He sat down in his office chair and picked up the phone.
"What?" He snapped. There was a pause on the other line before someone spoke.
"Is this Gregory House?" they asked. It was a woman's voice, and from the sound of it she seemed distressed almost, desperate.
"Yeah... who is this?" He asked annoyed.
"I'm Jessica Miller... you might not remember me but-"
"Jessica Miller... I remember you. I met you at a bar. About 17 years ago." He said surprised he could remember himself.
"Yeah, um the night we met we had uh... a... well we had a one night stand." She said cutting to the chase. He thought back and realized she was right.
"I remember, if your trying to yell at me for giving you an STD it's a little late, I mean after 17 years people tend to get over it." he hear her chuckle lightly and continue.
"No... I'm not calling about that, I have a bigger issue at hand." She replied.
"If you need therapy I know a good counselor, though don't tell her I sent you. She might throw you out."
"I don't need a counselor Greg... I, I have Cancer." She said quietly. He was silent for a moment.
"I know I'm a doctor but Cancer still has no cure. You can go to your local doctor and-"
"I have... I'm not able to get any treatment. I'm gonna die in a few weeks. I called you for a more important reason."
"Well I suggest you tell me because there is nothing I can do for you right now."
"Greg... 17 years ago when we 'met', we didn't use protection." she stated. House leaned forward his elbows on his desk.
"Are you trying to tell me that-"
"I became pregnant... yes. Gregory, the baby was yours. I know I should've told you a long time ago but I just... I didn't know what to do." House was silent for a moment.
"Do you have proof?" He asked. She sighed heavily.
"If you truly want proof I shall get proof." she told him.
"A blood test." he stated.
"Yes." She said quietly.
"How old is it?" he asked.
"She's 16."
"Then why are you calling me now?" he snapped. She was silent and he knew she was tearing up.
"Greg, I'm going to die in a few weeks and I need someone to look after her... just until she's 18 that's it. I have no other family, no friends who can take her."
"So you want me too." he replied rubbing his face.
"Please... if she's your daughter I just ask that you look after her till she's 18." she asked.
"And if she's not?" he inquired.
"Then I'll never bother you again." she replied. He sighed.
"Fine." he said defeated.
"Thank you... thank you so much." she said.
"Come in tomorrow with something with her DNA on it, I'll do the test." he replied.
"I'll be there... goodbye." she said.
"Bye." he replied hanging up. He sighed and ran his hand through his hair. A kid? He had a kid? He knew he probably wouldn't be a good father, but at least she would be easier to deal with than a little kid. He took out his therapy ball and began throwing it at the wall. His memories of that one night with Jessica came back into his mind.
She looked beautiful sitting there in a small little black skirt and grey jacket. Her brown curly hair framed her round face and her emerald green eyes glanced down at him as he walked over. He sat down next to her.
"Hello." He said smirking slightly.
"Hi." she replied smiling.
"Can I get you something?" he asked. She thought for a minute then answered.
"A white Russian." was her reply. He ordered the drink and looked at her.
"So..."
"Are you going to be like the other guys and ask me 'so do you come here often?'" she asked smirking.
"No I was actually going to ask if you would be interested in having a meaningless one night stand with me." he asked. She looked into his blue eyes and laughed.
"You don't waist anytime do you?" she asked.
"Well, I see no point in beating around the bush." he told her. She nodded and took a sip of her drink that just came.
"Well... I might just think of your offer if you are willing to give me your name." she told him.
"House... Gregory House." he told her. "Yours?"
"Jessica Miller... call me Jess." she told him smiling.
"Very well Jessica. What say you on my offer now?" he asked. She laughed and looked at him.
"I say that it's not looking so bad."
House sat in his office the next day throwing his therapy ball against the wall. He was in deep thought about what was going to happen today when there was a knock on his door.
"Come in." he said absent mindedly. The door opened and closed.
"Greg?" A voice asked him. He looked up and his eyes met the brilliant green emeralds he was waiting for. She walked over to him looking almost the same as she did before. Her hair was much shorter and her face looked much paler.
"Jessica." he said standing up. He grabbed his cane and limped over toward her. She gave him a hug and he hugged back.
"It's been a while." she said.
"Well that's a point of a one night stand, you have it, then don't see the person for a while." he told her. She shook her head.
"Same as ever I see." she stated.
"Yes well, why change a good thing." he told her. She nodded and went through her purse and pulled out a small little tube. He took it and looked at her.
"It's a saliva swab... I had her take it this morning. She had to go to school." Jessica told her. House nodded and went to his desk. He pulled out another saliva swab and stuck it inside his mouth before putting it into a similar tube. He then pulled out his cell and paged someone. He hung it up and looked at her.
"Sit, I'm sure your going to want to talk while we wait for the test." House replied sitting in his chair. Jessica nodded and sat down running a hand through her pixy cut hair. And not even a minute later a girl walked through his door and walked up to his desk.
"You paged me?" she asked. He handed her the swabs.
"Run a DNA test on these." he asked. She looked at him confused but nodded and walked off.
"Well... you must be a pretty big doctor to have people do your work for you." Jessica said.
"You could say that, I call it having little minions to help me control the hospital."
"Trying to go for hospital domination? What does your boss thing about this?" she asked. He shrugged.
"Who cares, it's fun to watch her get angry anyway."
"The manipulator are ya?" she asked.
"No... more like, I know how to get people to do what I want them to do." she laughed and looked at the floor. There was a silence. "What type of cancer do you have?" he asked.
"Leukemia." she responded looking at him.
"Does she know?" He asked. Jessica nodded.
"She... she went and got tested to see if she was a match, thank god she wasn't." Jessica said. She sighed and looked at House who nodded. "Do you even want to know her name?"
"If she's not my daughter... it won't matter." Jessica sighed angrily.
"She's your daughter House, there is no doubt about that." she stated.
"We'll see." Jessica shook her head and stood up.
"Call me when you get the results then." She went through her purse and pulled out a piece of paper and threw it at the desk. "That's my cell... hope to hear from you soon." she said walking out of the office. House looked at the door than the desk. He then stood up and walked to Wilsons office. He opened the door and walked in where he saw Wilson doing some paper work.
"What would you think of me being a dad?" He asked Wilson as he sat down. Wilson looked up at him confused and stopped what he was doing.
"What?" he asked.
"I don't think I would be a good father, I'm not really one for kids." House said.
"Wait... you want to be a dad?" Wilson asked.
"No... I don't want to be." House replied.
"So... what brought this up?" He inquired.
"Remember that girl I met about 17 years ago or so?" House asked.
"Like I remember every girl you've met." Wilson said.
"Jessica? Jessica Miller? I thought I told you about her? The one night stand girl?"
"Oh yes... your one night of fabulous sex." Wilson said.
"Well... she called me." House told him. Wilson raised an eyebrow.
"What did she want?"
"Another night of fabulous sex." House replied. Wilson shook his head at him.
"Seriously... what did she want?" Wilson asked.
"Apparently she has a kid." he stated. Wilson raised an eyebrow.
"And by kid you mean... your kid?" He asked.
"Well not yet, I have 'thirteen' running a DNA test as we speak." House replied.
"So... this kid might be about... 16 I guess, why is she contacting you now?"
"She has cancer." House replied.
"This kid? Or Jessica?"
"Jessica." He replied. House looked at the desk. It was a shame really, that she had cancer. From what he remembered she was a very kind woman. Beautiful as well, when she didn't look like she was about to die.
"So... she called you because?" Wilson asked.
"If the kid is mine... she wants me to babysit her till she's 18."
"Her? So you have a daughter. A teenage daughter at that."
"She might not even be my kid." House retorted.
"Well if she is... how are you going to handle a teenage girl?"
"Lock her up in her room, not let her out till she's 18. Sounds like a plan to me." House told him. Wilson sighed.
"House... your going to need to really think about this." Wilson told him.
"She's not my kid, so it won't matter. She has a better chance of being your kid than mine."
"I'm not the one who had a one night stand with her mother." Wilson said. House stood up and began to walk out of the room.
"Well your no fun, crushing my hopes and dreams, I'm telling Cuddy on you." House said.
"Your acting like a child, how are you going to raise a kid?"
"It's not my kid!" House said limping out the door and back into his office where he saw 'Thirteen' just entering with a piece of paper. She turned around and looked at him.
"I did that DNA test as soon as you asked me to, and uh-" House took the paper from her and read it. He then sighed and limped over to his desk. He sat down and read over the paper once again before running his hand through his hair.
"Uh... Dr. House? Is there a specific reason why you asked me to do the test?" She asked.
"Not one that should concern you. I want you to go tell Dr. Wilson that his dreams of turning my life to misery are working." House replied. She looked at him confused but walked out of the office. He picked up the phone number Jessica gave him and dialed the number. It rang three times before someone answered.
"Hello." The voice was her's, but it sounded irritated.
"The tests came in." He said.
"And?" she asked. He was quiet and looked at the paper.
"What's her name?" he asked.
"Angela." She replied. He nodded.
"When do you want me to take her?" he asked.
"Do you even have a bed for her?" She asked.
"She needs a bed now?" House asked.
"Greg... she needs a room, she can't sleep on your couch for two years." Jessica said. He sighed.
"I guess I'm just going to have to splurge and turn my home office into her room." he said irritated.
"You have a home office?"
"Well that's what I pretend it is. You can call it more of a over sized storage area." He said. Jessica sighed.
"Well you have about two weeks, to get it ready. That's about how long I have." House was silent.
"I'm... sorry." he choked out. She chuckled.
"It's fine, I'm okay. I don't know How Angie is going to take it." She paused. "You promise you'll take care of her?" She asked.
"Yes. I promise, will I like it? Probably not, but hey, what's life without being handed something you don't like." he said. She sighed.
"I'm sorry Greg, if you truly don't want to look after her I'll try and find her a foster family-"
"I didn't say I wouldn't do it. I just said I wouldn't like it. I promised and for once in my life I might as well go through with it." he said. He heard a cough at the door and looked up to see Wilson smirking.
"Thank you. Thank you so much." She said, she was close to crying now.
"Don't mention it... listen I have to make sure this idiotic patient doesn't try to kill himself, Just uh, keep in touch." He said.
"I will, thank you."
"Bye." he said hanging up before she could say anything. He looked at Wilson and glared. Wilson walked over and sat in one of his chairs.
"So it's your kid?" He asked.
"Maybe? Or maybe I'm just pretending it's my kid because I've suddenly found god and wish to become a saint." He replied. Wilson grabbed a paper and looked at it.
"It's your kid House."
"Yes I know, I do know how to read Wilson." House said mockingly.
"So... what are you going to do?" He asked.
"Lock her in her room till she's 18."