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House hated having to go into th hospital at nine o'clock at night. He especially hated it when it wasn't work that brought him to the hospital. Grabbing nearly every type of cold medicine for children known to man, he made his way to the counter of the twenty-four hour pharmacy in the hospital.

Waiting for the old lady in front of him to count out sixty seven cents, House rolled his eyes and cursed Wilson mentally. His useless friend had not answered his phone when House had called him, which resulted in House having to go out himself and buy cold medicine for his daughter. The daughter that had been in bed for two days with the flu, the daughter that House had made Wilson's niece. Stupid Wilson.

After the old bag in front of him finally paid for her purchases, House made his way up to the front counter and paid as quickly as he could. He limped as fast as he could out to his car, and sped home. The usual fifteen minutes drive took only seven minutes, and House congratulated himself on the new record.

He walked into the door, frowning at the fact is was unlocked, and threw his keys and wallet on the small table next to the door. The table was placed there especially for him, by Allison. She had gotten tired of playing 'where are my keys?' before going out of the house. House was pretty sure she was the one that misplaced them most of the time, but had decided to blame it on him.

The soft light reaching down the hall brought House to their bedroom. Allison laid in bed, propped up on the ridiculous amount of pillows they had on their bed, with their four year old daughter asleep on top of her. Kate's breathing was slightly labored; House had told Allison it was pneumonia. She had smiled softly, why he didn't know, and assured him it was just Kate's stuffy nose.

Currently, Allison was reading a medical journal and unconsciously stroking their daughter's dark brown hair.

"Hey," House said. Allison looked up and smiled tiredly.

"Hey, that was quick," Allison noted.

House shrugged his shoulders as he walked forward. "Run a couple of red lights, stop signs, and never use the brakes on the car and you'd get back here fast too."

"Super Dad to the rescue," Allison complimented.

"Are you going to sew me a cape?" He asked. He put the bag of medicines on the night stand. "Because I have always been fond of the colors black and red."

"Those are bad guy colors," Allison said as she threw the medical journal onto her night stand.

"No, Batman wore Black, and Superman had a red cape," He argued.

Allison nodded her head, giving in. "You're right."

House frowned when Allison didn't partake in the usual banter, and rolled onto the bed next to her and Kate. He sighed happily when he felt Kate's forehead and found that her fever had broken. He looked back up to Allison. "You feeling ok?"

Allison shrugged her shoulders. "Tired."

"Well, let's go to sleep. You're going to need all your energy to put up with the energizer bunny now that she's getting better," House said as he leaned over and turned the bedside lamp off. "Also, the she devil declared earlier that I have clinic in the morning, so you're on your own."

"I don't want you to go to work," Allison said.

"Believe me, I don't want to go either."


Racking coughs was what woke House up the next morning. He grumbled incoherently and turned in the bed, finding both of his girls were missing. The coughs started again, they sounded so bad he actually started to worry. He had gotten Kate medicine last night, had Allison not given it to her? He rolled out of bed popping the necessary amount of Vicodin, before limping out of the bedroom without his cane.

Walking about the house without his cane was House's idea of physical therapy, he wouldn't admit it to anyone but his leg had gained a little strength over the years. It wasn't much but he was satisfied with it.

Limping down the hallway he noticed his daughter's room. He pushed open her door further and found Kate fast asleep in her bed. He sighed in relief, thinking his daughter had somehow gotten worse over night and he hadn't been aware of it. House then frown, he knew he had heard coughing.

House exited Kate's room, closing the door softly behind him. When he turned around he noticed that Kate's bathroom, which was located across the hall from her bedroom, was lit up. He turned the knob and opened the door. The steam and smell of the vaporizer was what hit House first. He had to blink a couple of times before he could see clearly.

Allison sat on the toilet seat, dressed in work out pants and an oversized sweater; her head was leaning on the counter and she looked miserable. She hadn't even noticed he had come in, and that was saying something, since she always sensed when he was near her.

He limped in front of her and brushed back her long bangs. She focused her eyes on him and smiled a small smile. It was something he wasn't used to; with her it was always a full blown, teeth illuminating, smile.

"Why didn't you tell me you were sick?" He asked.

"I didn't think it would get this bad," She breathed. Her chest hurt too much to talk normally. His hand drifted from her hair to her arms, he rubbed his arm up and down her arm affectionately. Something he rarely did.

"Well, you were taking care of our little spawn, who was sick for a couple of days, there's no way you would catch it," He said sarcastically. "How long have you been up?" He asked, noting her tired eyes.

"A couple of hours," She breathed, before a coughing fit took over her. House didn't like how it sounded.

"Let's turn this off," He said as he turned off the vaporizer. "And get you to bed."

Allison nodded and shakily lifted herself off of the toilet seat. House guided her down the hall, it was times like these he whished his leg wasn't as useless as it was. After settling Allison in the bed, he grabbed the phone from the nightstand and dialed. Allison turned on her side and watched his movements.

"Hello, Is the woman with the biggest breasts in all of Princeton around?" House said into the phone. He was put on hold by the woman with the biggest ass in Princeton, also known as Cuddy's secretary, and it wasn't even a good ass.

"Greg!" Allison scolded.

"I know, it amazing, I can be polite and say hello," He said with an overly dramatic face. "But don't think I'll be polite like this all the time, I'm just tired right now. Give me a cup of coffee and I'll be back on my game."

"You're crazy," She told him.

"But you love me," He stated. "Some would say you were the crazy one."

"Yea, crazy in love," Allison said, her mind was too tired to use her 'House' filter. The filter made her think of what to say before she said anything to House.

"Ok," He said drawing out the word. "Someone obviously has a fever and needs sleep."

Cuddy picked up the phone.

"You're up early, House," She said.

"And I see you decided to wear that extra low-cut shirt today," House commented.

Cuddy looked around her office looking for House. "Where are you?"

"At home," House smirked, knowing he had gotten her.

"But how did you…"

"I know, I'm that good. As much as I would love to discuss my greatness, I actually called you for a reason. The ball-and-chain is sick, and as much as I would love to come into work and attend to all those lovely clinic patients, I'm afraid I can't. Allison threatened to use the whips on me again, don't get me wrong I love it, but that last time…"

"Let me talk to Allison," Cuddy interrupted his highly inappropriate rant. House smiled and handed the phone to his wife.

"The devil is on the phone for you, Dear," He said, he handed the phone to Allison and left the room.

After the two woman talked, Allison hung up the phone. Before she could wonder where her husband had gone he reappeared, a thermometer and nearly every bottle of medicine they had, for adults, in his hands.

"So, let's play doctor," House said.


House turned over, opened his eyes, and looked at the alarm clock. He glared at the glowing red numbers. He had only been asleep for an hour. Allison and he had both had fallen asleep after he had drugged her with cough medicine.

Turning over he looked at Allison. At seeing her labor breathing, he sat up quickly and shook her.

"Allison," He said. She mumbled something incoherently in response to his calling her name.

"Allison, now's not the time to be lazy," House said, as he continued his shaking. She opened her eyes and glared at him.

"I'm tired," She told him, before a coughing fit took over.

He nodded his head. "I know, but you need to sit up and breathe."

Taking a deep breathe, Allison found she had a hard time doing so, and quickly took House's advice. When she sat up she still had trouble breathing, almost as much as she had when she was lying down.

House saw this and started to get worried.

"I'll be right back," He said before quickly getting out of bed, without popping a Vicodin, and limped as fast as he could into the living room. He came back seconds later, a stethoscope in his hands.

Putting the end part of the stethoscope to her chest he ordered, "Breathe for me, Allison."

Allison did so and after breathing several times, House removed the stethoscope from his ears and sighed.

"I think you have pneumonia," House said. Allison sighed also, knowing what was coming next. A trip to the hospital.

"I don't want Kate to go, she's just getting over the flu and her immune system is weak," Allison said, before another coughing fit took over. She held a hand to her chest in pain.

"We'll call Jimmy and have him dump his patients to come watch her," House said, as he reached for the phone. "I'll have Cuddy meet us up in radiology, you need a chest X-ray."

Allison nodded, feeling tired already from just sitting up in bed. House pulled her over to him, and Allison laid her head in his lap. He ran his fingers through her hair, worryingly.

"I'll be ok," She whispered, as House waited for his best friend to pick up his phone. He stared down at her.

"Aren't I supposed to be the one reassuring you?" He teased. She grabbed his hand from her hair and held it tightly in her own. It was then Wilson picked up his cell phone, and House relayed the plan to Wilson.


Two hours later House and Allison finally made it home from the hospital. They found a sleeping Kate curled up in her Uncle Jimmy's lap, her eyes red and puffy. The light from the afternoon sun was shut out by the large flowing curtains.

"What did you do to my kid?" House asked.

"She was worried about Allison," Wilson said. He looked at Allison. "How are you feeling?"

"How do you think she feels? She's got pneumonia," House stated sarcastically. "Lucky for me, Cuddy gave me the next week off to take care of her."

"Oh, yes, lucky you," Wilson said.

"I'm fine, I'm exhausted and I'm going to bed," Allison answered Wilson's question. House grabbed her hand.

"I'm going to tuck this one in for the night, and then you and I can play hooky and have male bonding time. I know how cranky you can be when you don't get to see me," House told Wilson.

"Yes, almost as if, I would die without you," Wilson said sarcastically.

"Awe, that's so sweet," House said in a high pitched, girly voice. "But, unfortunately, I took these pesky little vows that say I can't leave my wife in sickness. Next week though, we're totally eloping," House said with a wink.

"You're mine," Allison as she pulled on his hand. House stared down at her.

"Yea," He admitted. He tugged on her hand and led her down the hallway. "Let's get you into bed."