Hey all!! Here's another fic for you all! I know that it all seems a little farfetched in the beginning, but i swear to you, i won't butcher this. Well, i'll try not to. I really hope that you enjoy this, and please let me know what you think!!
Oh yes - 2 chapters in one. and i have another 3 already written :)
It was late at night or early in the morning depending on how you looked at it, House was at his piano, playing a light soulful tune as he brooded. The action in itself was an oxymoron, but Greg House wasn't exactly one for conventional practices.
Wilson, the philandering skirt chaser, was entertaining his latest squeeze - House scoffed slightly 'Boy-Wonder indeed', he thought to himself. It didn't take him long to bounce back from Incident Julie, moving on to Cancer Chick and now Sandra with legs like a giraffe. This one was going to give Jimmy boy a run for his money. Sandra was a ball breaker, and he didn't doubt that if Philandering James came back into play, she wouldn't hesitate in damaging the jewels. Perhaps James Wilson had finally met his match.
His match. It had been a long time since he'd thought about anything like that. Not since Stacy 'She-Witch' Mathews, now Warner. For the longest time he thought Stacy was his match, his perfect fit. At times, their relationship was sickeningly sweet. Greg House buying flowers and chocolate – that concept lasted all of 5 hours. He'd try to help her make dinner, but each time ended up being thrown out of the kitchen. They would fight about almost everything under the sun, and after had wild angry make-up sex. Wasn't that the life. And then she betrayed him. Left at his lowest point. She couldn't hack it. Couldn't hack life with the Greg House she helped turn him into.
Then there was her accomplice. The ever gorgeously, guilty Dean of Medicine - Dr. Lisa 'Fun Bags' Cuddy. Now there was a ball breaker. The woman was pure evil, and he loved it. She never backed down from a fight, returning his barbs with such grace that it sometimes caught him off guard. She had the nerve to pull his authorization, and near lost her job trying to save his. He made her life miserable when he came back to work after the infarction. Shooting her down, using her guilt against her – trying to make her feel the pain the he was going through. He would catch her sometimes in the doorway watching his progress with the physiotherapist, but by the time he looked up again, she was gone. Several times, he would catch her in her fancy office with her head in her hands, shoulders shaking slightly because of another fight that they had. It made him feel better for all but two seconds, when he would remember the good times they had together back in College. Good times, yeah they were good times alright.
House sighed and looked at his old friend Jack Daniels. Jack was the only thing other than Steve Mc Queen and his Baby Grand that were keeping him company tonight. Wilson was playing doting boyfriend, Cuddy had disconnected her phone after several of his annoyingly pointless calls for 'consultations', and his endless pranks. He didn't try her pager again, knowing that she would come through on the threat of docked pay, the extended 15 hours of clinic duty and the whiniest clinic patients in the history of whiney, hypochondriac patients. His little minions were off having lives of their own – since PPTH had hit a sudden dry spell of interesting cases that only the infamous Dr. Greg House could solve. He was bored, and in need of a serious distraction, only it was 3 in the morning, his usual forms of entertainment were otherwise detained or off limits, and there really was only so much L-Word repeats a man could take.
House sighed, and contemplated heading to the jazz bar, before remembering that it was 3 in the morning. Grunting, House shut the lid on the Grand a little more forcefully than he meant to, and dropped himself onto his couch. Shutting his eyes, he thought back to what had happened over the last 8 months. Foreman had gotten sick, Cuddy wanted a baby, and he got to rub her butt. Some disgruntled spouse of an ex patient shot him, and Cuddy followed his wishes and put him under the Ketamine treatment. He regained a few months of his old life – running, no pills, no pain and then the bstard came back and bit him in the a$$. The upside of it was that the pain wasn't quite as intense as it had been previously, but it was still there. The Grumpy Bstard with the Cane was back in the House. Well…at least now when he tried to walk without his cane, he hobbled with a little more ease.
Shuffle, whimper
House opened his eyes at the noise, and looked toward the noise. It was coming from outside his front door. Curiously, he frowned, and grabbed his baseball bat. He pressed his ear up against the door and listened carefully.
Snuffle
He pulled open the door, and stared down at the ground in disbelief. There, swaddled in blankets in a twin rocker – was a pair of baby twins.
"You're fecking joking."
They couldn't have been more than 2 months old. With little beanies covering their heads, tiny gloved hands waving about as they began to wail.
"No way. I don't do parasites."
He said to no one in particular, still staring at the babies. He looked from side to side, and picked up the rocker, hefting the bag beside it to the neighbors, with the idea that he would leave them at his neighbors. They seemed familial and parasite needy. He was about halfway down the path to their house when the babies started their full-blown screeching, attracting the attention of a passing police car.
"Sir, is everything ok?" the policeman asked as he got out of the car,
Caught off guard, House tried to think quick.
"What is it illegal to take a walk now?"
The policeman raised an eyebrow at him, as the crying got louder. "No, but loitering suspiciously out a home, with crying babies is rather-"
"Suspicious?"
"Concerning."
"Well, I'd be more concerned with the idiot that dropped them off on my doorstep."
"Excuse me?"
"You heard right. Idiot. babies. MY doorstep. Say why don't you take them. Find an orphanage or something. Just take them."
The policeman reached for the letter that was sandwiched in a groove in the rocker.
"You didn't see this?" he handed him the unopened envelope,
"Obviously. Did they teach you to state the obvious in Police School? Open it then will you, hands kind of full here."
The policeman looked at him wryly and opened up the envelope, skimming over it briefly, flicking through the pages.
"You Gregory House?"
"Who wants to know?"
"I'll take that as a yes. Congratulations, you are now the lawful parent of these children."
"What?" House spluttered, his eyes bulging.
"Read it for yourself, and I suggest you take the little ones inside and feed them. It seems everything you need for the next couple of days are in that bag. Call back in the morning if you want to contest this. But I suggest that you read through that letter first. Evening."
Dumbfounded, House went back inside, babies and all. He set them down on the kitchen table, pouring himself another drink as he heated up the bottles of milk from the bag. Waiting for the milk to heat up, he unfolded the letter, quickly skimming the first paragraph before looking from the still crying twins to the sky.
"When I said that I was bored and wanted a distraction, I didn't mean sic me a pair of twins you idiot."
Chapter 2
Dr. House,
My name is Lana Seaford and I'm 16 years old. If you're reading this, then my boyfriend has actually pulled through on something and left the twins on your doorstep, just as I asked.
You're probably wondering how I know your name, and where you live and why the hell you've got the twins and not myself. That's understandable.
Now before you go off on an irresponsible tangent, know that I agree. They weren't at all planned, and I'm living on a path where I can't raise them. I don't believe in abortion, so I carried them to full term. Even though I knew that I did not want them, nor could I raise them. My boyfriend agrees with me. They way that we live is no place to bring up kids.
You don't know me but in a way, I know you. Over the last month, I've been observing you and I feel that you're the right person to care for the twins.
I've watched as you worked your cases, brow-beating your patients into doing the right thing, and molding your employees into great Doctors. I can see that beneath your exterior, you care.
You must think that I'm crazy for giving the kids away like this, or that I'm insane because in reality, you are a complete stranger to me, and I'm trusting you to take on this responsibility. I know that I have no right to just dump them on you like this, but I'm doing this for their sake. I may be 16, but I'm not stupid – I know that's debatable right now, but I'm doing what I think is best.
I grew up as an orphan, moving from family to family before I became a Seaford. Even if the twins were to grow up with me, their lives would be no better. I can't offer what I never had. I don't know how and I don't want to. Yes, that's selfish, but it's the truth.
I can't say that I love them, but I like them enough to want the best for them. And what's best for them is not me.
Therefore, both my boyfriend and I are signing over full parental rights to you. If you should turn them over to the authorities, I would completely understand. As I said before, I have no right to throw this responsibility at you, but I believe that there is a reason for my you caught my attention. Whatever that void is you hold. I hope that the kids will help fill that.
Regards,
Lana
Ps. Here is everything you need to know medically. They don't have names. I thought that I would leave that up to you. Their Father.
House looked down from the letter, and at the nameless twins who were suckling hungrily at the bottles, he had propped up for them.
"Well… shyt."
well those were the first two chapters. hope you liked them, and i'm sorry they were short. But if you're reading Enigma, then you'll know that the chapters will, inevitably get longer. Although...perhaps not QUITE as long :P
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Prinnie