Disclaimer: Everyone from House MD belongs to David Shore and Fox. Non of them are mine.
A/N: I've read several kid-fics with House finding his softer side and living with his new-found kid in a new sugary family life. And honestly, I didn't like them. So this is my version of House finding out that there is someone he is supposed to care about, because they're related.
Clinic. NOW! Gregory House glared at his pager message from Cuddy and frowned.
"What is it?" Wilson looked up from his plate, stuffing another fork with salad in his mouth.
"Cuddy wants me in the clinic." House put his pager back into his pocket and turned back to his lunch. If Cuddy wanted him to work in the clinic she actually had to come and get him, paging would not work.
"Don't you go?" Wilson asked, his voice muffled from the salad.
"Nah," House shook his head. "I just escaped her. There will be no surrendering to the evil fiend!" He lifted a shaking fist to show his protest.
James Wilson just shrugged his shoulders. He knew there wasn't much to do about it. "So, got the tickets for the game?"
"I'll get them tomorrow. That guy brought the wrong ones. We really shouldn't sit on the Devil's side when they're flayed by the Flyers."
A broad grin spread across House's unshaved face and Wilson could not help but thinking how that grin would fade when the Flyers lost again. The Devils had won every a single game at home so far and the Flyers hardly came close to winning no matter if home or not.
"House!" Cuddy's voice echoed from the cafetaria walls and Wilson ducked. Someone dropped a cup and saucer and the clatter of the china broke the silence that had fallen after Cuddy's angry yell. People turned their faces to Cuddy first, followed her stomping through the room and then were fixed on House.
"Cuddy," House raised his eyebrows. "You sure know how to get every man's attention."
"I wish your pager would be enough to get your attention." Her grey eyes sparkled with anger. "Which of those two words didn't you understand? Was it "clinic" or "now"? I could get you a dictionary to look them up."
House looked at her indifferently. "I did understand both, but silly as it seems when you put them together they majorly interfere with my plans for the lunch break."
"If you're not in the clinic within two minutes, there will be more clinic hours interfering with your plans next weekend!" Cuddy pointed to the door.
Wilson drew in a sharp breath. "Flyers," he mouthed when House looked at him.
House sighed and got up reluctantly. "Just give me a minute. I have to go up to my office first."
Cuddy shook her head. "You won't need your DS. You've got a patient."
House glanced at the patients as he passed the waiting room entrance. A few people looked up at him, but he couldn't look less like a doctor, so they just cast a curious look at his cane and then went back reading their magazines or staring at the wall.
At the counter House picked up the file of the patient and was surprised to find a note on top that said "Patient of Dr. House". He opened it to see the name, but he had no idea who this young woman was.
"These sexy chicks follow me everywhere. Won't leave me alone," he grinned at Brenda behind the counter and entered room four.
A pretty girl in her early twenties stood at the window and watched the people in front of the hospital. She turned her head when he walked in and quickly looked him over. House felt rather uneasy as her eyes seemed to look right through him. He tried to eye her more closely as he always did with his patients. Little things always gave their illnesses or habits away. But he felt like he was investigated this time. To win more time, he turned around and closed the door, fumbling with his cane longer than necessary.
She was still looking at him when he turned around.
"So you're Gregory House." It was no question, she said it more to herself than to him, like adding a piece to a puzzle.
"And you are -," House opened the chart, " Jordan Kenwick." The girl nodded.
"And this little note says you're my patient." House slowly got back to his usual mocking self. "May I ask what gives me the honor?"
"You're my father." Jordan's voice sounded serious, but House's face broke into a grin.
"You definitely got the wrong man here."
Her expression stayed serious as she shook her head. "Dr. Gregory House, kicked out at John Hopkins, graduated at the University of Michigan."
He lifted his eyebrows in surprise, but he still smirked. "That's not very difficult to find out, but I have to disappoint you. I don't have a daughter." And you'll find the psychiatry up on the sixth floor, he added in his thoughts.
"You never stop learning, hm." The corners of her mouths twitched into a little malice grin. "I don't have a lot of time. What do you need to proof it?"
Her self-confidence puzzled House, but the insisting that he was her father amused him as well. He looked straight at her as she sighed slightly irritated. Her brown eyes bored into his blue and House had to think about Wilson, although his eyes usually looked warmer and more caring, but he too had this irritated, impatient look, when House annoyed him.
"Anna Kenwick was my mother," Jordan explained coldly. "You might remember her, but maybe she was just one of the many girls you screwed."
"Listen!" House snarled. "If you don't have a medical problem, you better leave now."
Very much to his surprise, Jordan walked around him and went to the door.
"You'll find proof, if you want to," she said and left the room.
House dropped on the examination couch and leaned his chin on his cane handle to think. The name Anna Kenwick did sound familiar.
After a few minutes House flipped through the chart again, then got up and took out a syringe from the drawer. He fumbled a bit with the tourniquet, but he had done it before and managed to draw some blood easily.
After putting a bandaid on his arm he left the room to drop the file off at the counter.
"There should be a blood sample from my patient. Could you please send it up to Dr. Cameron." The nurse nodded and House went to up his office.
"Cameron!" Allison Cameron cringed when he stomped into the conference room. She had been deeply absorbed in a medical journal and had not seen her boss come.
"One of the nurses will be here with another blood sample. Test them both." House handed her his unlabelled blood tube.
"What test?" Cameron was a little confused, although she knew these sudden orders that House came up with every now and then.
"Paternity test," House said shortly and hobbled into his office.
"Who is it for?" Cameron asked, but he had already closed the door.