As if that first chapter wasn't enough, here's some more! This is the same day but from House's perspective. I hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I do not own House, M.D. or anything associated with it.


Gregory House was in probably the best mood he'd experienced since the days before he was considered a cripple. He limped down the hallways to his office with a neutral expression on his face, neither overtly annoyed nor grinning maniacally.

He'd just left Cuddy's office with her promise to make a sincere effort to go out to dinner with him as soon as she found a new babysitter for Rachel. The last one had turned tail and run when she found out that Cuddy had been involved in a few gun incidents at the hospital, followed by that building collapse. House had told Cuddy that the immature teenager just couldn't handle getting a toddler to its grandparents' house. Granted, he wouldn't have liked doing that so much either.

He went into his office and flumped into his comfortable chair in the corner, not sparing a glance into the room next door which contained his infamous white board and diagnostic team.

House was in a precarious situation. He wanted to cling desperately to everything that made him House—the inappropriate comments, the unending bad mood—but in recent weeks his sensitive side had been fighting harder to come out. He had been shaken to the core by Hannah's death and it had made him really step back and take a look at his life. One fact stood out more than the rest: he was old and unhappy. He was unmarried and although his team didn't dislike him, they didn't exactly love him either. When he died, no one would be able to give proof of how deeply he cared for people. Caring about people was the whole reason he became a doctor, wasn't it? It was why he went to rehab for his vicodin addiction and why he put himself in the mental hospital. There would be no reason for living if he didn't go to work every day to save peoples' lives.

House sighed deeply and rubbed his hand over his face. He glanced into the room where they determined patients' fates and did a double take when he noticed that it was completely empty. There weren't even any lab coats on the backs of chairs to signify that anyone had been in that room at all today.

House went through the door and looked into the coffee pot. Day old coffee grounds. He stood up straight and rifled through his mental calendar. He didn't remember any important holidays or medical events. It definitely was not like his team to completely desert him like this. He looked down at his watch. It was well after lunch.

Moving as quickly as he could, House headed for Wilson's office, which was empty as well, and then Cuddy's office. He hadn't noticed anything wrong with how she was acting when he'd visited her just minutes ago, but maybe in his alien happiness he'd missed something.

"Where's my team?" he asked as soon as his head was through the door far enough that she could hear him. Cuddy placed the file she'd been going through onto the desk in front of her and stared at him for a minute.

"No one told you?" she asked in slight disbelief.

"Obviously I wouldn't be here if they had," House pointed out sardonically.

"Doctor Cameron was admitted to the ER early this morning because Chase couldn't wake her up," Cuddy told him, examining his face closely for any signs of concern. "You do know she was pregnant, right?"

"I'd heard there was a mini Chase in the baking."

"Yeah, well, she has preeclampsia," Cuddy said. "Her blood pressure was high enough that she must have fainted at some point." She glanced at her watch. "They're probably delivering the baby by now."

She watched House stare at a point just above her head for a second and then he had pulled his head back and she saw him making his way towards the OR rooms. She looked after him, dumbfounded, for a while and then checked her cell phone again for any messages regarding Cameron or the baby. Twenty-nine weeks was starting to push it.

House might have knocked a few interns aside as he rushed past, but he got to the viewing room in one piece. He ordered the two residents who had been watching out and stood by himself in the middle of the long window. He couldn't see much behind the dark blue curtain and was sure that he was looking into the wrong room until he noticed Chase's hair bobbing up and down behind it. That must have been Cameron on the table, then. He wouldn't have been able to tell from where he stood. Most bloody bodies looked the same.

And, my God, was that her blood pressure? House squinted to see the numbers on the monitor and a strange but not unfamiliar jolt rushed through his body from his stomach. He sat down heavily in the chair closest to the window to watch the operating party closely. The first incision had already been made and it looked from where he was sitting that the doctor was just cutting into the uterus. He didn't remember how many weeks Cameron had reached and unconsciously held his breath until a tiny human-looking thing popped out into a nurse's waiting hands. It was a boy.

House watched as Chase leapt to his feet from behind the curtain and followed the baby's journey all the way to the other side of the room, where the neonatal doctors were standing around a much smaller table. Chase's eyes were shiny and House looked away, feeling a little embarrassed by his colleague's obvious love for that boy. It scared him, too, that he was jealous.

The viewing room door opened suddenly and House jumped in his seat, prepared to yell at this intruder, but it was only Wilson so he said nothing and went back to looking out the window at the doctor already closing Cameron's incision.

"It's a boy," Wilson said quietly.

"I know," House told him.

Wilson stood by the door in silence for a while.

"I've decided that I don't want to be forgotten," House announced at last. "I'm sorry."


I couldn't resist! Unfortunately, this seems to be the last of my ideas for any show, book, or movie for a while. If I have a great idea, I'll write it, but I generally try my hardest to stay away from writing fanfiction. Not that it's a bad thing, or anything, but at this point I'm still trying to focus a lot more on my own personal writing.

Thanks for reading! I'd love to hear what you thought of this!