Here it is. I'm gonna get you naughty readers-100 views and one review! Sorry if you didn't expect the chapters to change so drastically, and I know this makes it like another story-trust me, this isn't gonna be fluffy. Hehe. Sorry if there's some OC-I try not to have any. So... enjoy?

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"House...?" Cuddy asked, finally reaching him. She too looked at the visitor with wide eyes.

"Hi, Greg, Lisa," Stacy said quietly. "I need to talk to Greg alone."

Cuddy walked into the kitchen, looking at Steve. The rat was lying on his sand shavings, doing nothing fun.

"Greg. After I moved back to Short Hills, I... I..." Stacy began, voice shaking.

House looked at Stacy with indifference.

"I found out that I was... pregnant. And you know I hadn't been with Mark... for a while. And so, we decided to treat it... her, like our own. But I can't keep her anymore. Mark and I are moving to where we can start our own family, without the constant reminder of you."

House blinked, mouth dry. "So... you mean..."

"Yes, Greg."

"But... where... where is she?"

Stacy reached behind her, a little girl hanging on her arm. She picked her up and looked at him. The toddler had straight black hair and rested her head against her mother's chest. The child opened her eyes to reveal startling steel blue eyes.

There was a long silence, and Stacy looked at her child sadly. "Her birthday is November 6th."

"So that does make her mine," House said quietly, not looking at the child.

"Yes, Greg."

"You... you can't leave her with me. She's your child, I can't be a parent. I'm a drug addict who likes to drink and doesn't give a damn about anything."

Stacy was silent, and closed her eyes in thought. She kissed her child's head and opened her eyes. "Here," She said, holding out the toddler. "Hold her like this-"

"I know how to hold a baby!" He retorted, looking away.

"Even if you do, you haven't held one in ages, and she's not a baby. She's nearly 27 months."

House took the child, staring into her eyes. He looked away as if they were poison.

"Greg, she's your child. Your obligation as well. You have to acknowledge that."

"I know, Stacy. Does... does she have stuff?"

Stacy smiled and took off her large leather bag. "Everything you need right now is in here. Please, Greg? You have to do this. Please?"

House gripped the handle of the bag, and looked at Stacy. "Okay. Okay." He said, as Stacy looked at him with grave sincerity, and looked at her child-his child. She kissed the baby's head.

"Her name's Abigail. Abigail Madison."

Stacy took a deep breath and shut the door behind her. Her eyes welled up, but she walked off.

House dropped the bag, looking at the child. "She's insane!" He said loudly, walking into the kitchen. He held Abigail out in front of him.

"What, Greg?" Cuddy asked, and then looked at the toddler who had begun to cry. "Who's that?"

"I guess, my kid. Stacy's and my kid."

"Oh, okay." Cuddy said, looking at the child. "How is she sure she's yours? Did she run a paternity test?"

"Nope, she wasn't sleeping with anyone but me back then. And besides," He said, but Cuddy looked at the child, who's blue eyes were wide open.

Cuddy sighed. "You've got to stop holding her like that." She took Abigail from House's grip and held her against her. The child stopped crying and rested her head against her chest. Cuddy rocked slightly.

"Who's the pro?" House said, smirking.

"I'm the eldest of my family."

"Oh, I see. The baby-sitter."

She looked away. "Why did she leave her with you?"

"She said Mark and her were moving and... didn't want a reminder of me."

"I didn't believe they'd be still together after... what's her name?"

"Stacy said... Abigail Madison. Must have a thing for presidents' and first ladies' names."

Cuddy smiled. "What did she leave you with?" She asked, looking at the little girl, who had her hand against Cuddy's chest as well.

"This... big bag. I dropped it at the door."

"Well, go get it, Dr. Everyone-Is-Stupid-Except-For-Me!"

"Creative," He scoffed, limping over to the door. He bent down painfully and picked up the bag, limping back over. "Here."

Cuddy rolled her eyes. "Open it up."

"Yes, mistress," He said in a deep voice, unzipping the bag. "It's all a bunch of baby stuff!" He said.

"What were you expecting, Vicodin?"

"Yes," House said sadly.

"This isn't a dream, House."

He sadly pulled out some piles of clothes, a couple of picture books, and a stuffed rabbit. Abigail saw this and began to squeal. "Boo-boo!"

"Boo-boo?" House said, amused. "Here." He stuffed it towards the child, who grabbed it and cuddled it. "Nope, still no Vicodin."

"Yea, but what's that?" Cuddy asked, walking closer. She was talking about a purple notepad sticking from underneath a blanket.

"Notes," House said. "Maybe she isn't so insane."

The two spent a while reading about Abigail Madison when Cuddy noticed that she had fallen asleep on her shoulder. "Poor kid," She said softly, grabbing the blanket and wrapping her in it. She walked out and placed her on the couch.

"G/d, she's complex."

"She's a kid, a human. Everyone is complex. Another puzzle." Cuddy said, resting her head in her hands.

"Humanity's overrated."

"Right. Did Stacy pack any food? Because I don't think anything you have is fit for a child to eat."

"Hey! I have peanut butter!"

"Wow, complex food pyramid."

"You don't know any food but those mini-salads you eat everyday."

"Nice." She walked out of the kitchen and looked at the kid. "She looks like you. Your nose, your chin..."

"Yea. My eyes will tell everyone who's kid she is, not the my chin." House said from the kitchen. She heard the clinks of bottles, and could tell he was downing more scotch.

Cuddy said down next to the kid and stroked the black hair. "She's gone through a lot for a two-year-old. That's sad."

"Yea, I'm drowning in tears."

"You're drowning in scotch. If you come to work with the world's most massive hangover, I'm not going to give you paternity lenience."

"No paternity leave, either?"

"Nope. That's for newborn babies, genius. I think she's two years pass that, don't you?"

"She's still tiny."

"No she isn't!"

"The baby-sitter would know."

"I'm a dean of medicine, not a baby-sitter."

"Sorry, boss."

"Where am I?" Cuddy said, rubbing her eyes. She was sleeping on a... couch, not her own bed, and a child was sleeping beside her.

"Mommy..." A young, squeaky voice said, almost cried.

Cuddy finally realized where she was-in House's apartment, and his kid was clinging at her side.

"Abigail..." She said, picking her up. The child reached up for her hair, and she pulled it away.

"Mommy!" She said a little happier.

"No, I'm not your mommy." She said, tired. "Your mommy is Stacy."

"Stayyyyysee." Abigail recited.

"Right. Are you hungry?" She asked, as the little girl clambered into her lap.

Abigail looked at her with big eyes.

"Okay." Cuddy said, and picked her up. She walked into the kitchen, half expecting House to be splayed out across the floor. "Where's your daddy?" She asked, not expecting an answer as she placed the child on a chair.

"And does your daddy even have any real food?" She said angrily, closing the refrigerator, going through cabinets.

"There, some peanut butter, like he said," She sighed, walking over to the breadbox. "Of course, empty. Where did he stash it?"

She reached down to open the cabinet beneath the sink and pull a loaf out. "Here. It looks sealed..." Cuddy quickly made a peanut butter sandwich and picked up Abigail, sat down, and put her on her lap.

"Who's the new mommy?" A groggy, rough voice echoed.

"I'm just feeding your kid. Which you probably won't do." Cuddy frowned. "I've got to get home to get ready for work..."

"You can't leave me alone with that... thing..."

"You have to work today. You can take her into the daycare."

House frowned.

"Here, House, I'll help you take her there, okay?"

"Thanks, Lisa..." House said quietly as Cuddy turned to get a washcloth to clean Abigail's face and hands. He looked at her curiously.

"Well?" She prompted, holding Abigail.

"I guess you should change her clothes, huh?" He said, looking away.

"Are you going to do anything as a father?" She asked, watching him limp out of the kitchen.

"Nope, I don't plan to."

Cuddy looked at him and rolled her eyes.

Once Abigail was dressed in leggings and a dress, she looked at House, who was dressed in his riding jacket. "House, you can't take your bike to work with her."

House shrugged. "Guess someone with a car will have to take her, huh?"

Cuddy glared at him again. "You are so lucky I was here when you got her, you know that?"

House rolled his eyes at her. "'Bye," He said, leaving the apartment. In a flurry of movements, she gathered her purse and jerked open the door, holding Abigail who looked at Cuddy with a scared expression.

"House! I'm not going to be here everyday for her, so you better get your act together!" Cuddy yelled as he started the engine, drowning her threats. The sound agitated Abigail, who clung to Cuddy.

Cuddy sighed at looked at Abigail. "No car seat for you, huh? I'll see if I can pack you in somehow." Abigail smiled. "Mommy?"

"No, I'm not your mommy."

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