A/N – I did not think that so many people would be interested in my story – thanks to all who have taken the time to read it, and review. It really inspires me to write more!

Disclaimer – I do not own House M.D. It all belongs to David Shore and Fox.

~Chapter 3~

'Knock, knock, knock' Lisa Cuddy could hear someone knocking at her door, but she really had no intentions of answering it. What if it is House? Should I answer it? What if it isn't? She glanced at the clock on the adjoining wall, beside the fireplace; it has to be him, no one else would come knocking at my door at 1:00 am. She slowly sat up, putting her now-cold hot-apple-cider onto the coffee table and reluctantly stumbled towards the door. Looking through the little peep-hole, she was shocked to find that not only was her visitor female, but she was also a cop! House, what have you done this time? She thought as she opened the door to let the stranger in.

House turned onto his left side as he could feel his body begin to unfortunately, wake up. He slowly opened his eyes to find himself not in his room. Where the hell am I? He wondered. He sat up; ignoring the pain in his leg and examined the larger room he was sleeping in. White sheets, blue walls, and…wait. Is that door opening? House was watching intently as the door to the room slowly opened. To his surprise, a young boy slowly walked in, followed by a younger girl. They both had dark brown hair, and bright blue eyes. They gave him a big smile and said, "Daddy, since you are awake" They glanced at the bed, "…and mommy's sleeping, can you come downstairs and play with us?" He did not move, instead he was trying to digest the information that was just given to him. I have two parasites calling me daddy, and they have a mommy who is not awake yet… House thought as he replied, "Sure thing, now who wants to be good and get your old daddy his cane…wherever it is." He mumbled the last part, hoping that wherever he was, he still had his cane. House watched as the little boy laughed at him, and walked closer to the bed, knelt down, and picked up the cane that was on the floor. He snatched it from the boy, and got out of bed – not bothering to see who was sleeping soundly beside him.

The young kids grabbed House's free hand as the tried to lead him to the stairs. It took a while, though, because House took his time looking in each and every room on the way to try and figure out what the parasites names were. It wasn't that hard to find out their names, as each of their rooms had a decorated sign on their door with their name neatly written. Emily and Daniel. House repeated their names as he smiled at them, and watched them quickly scurry down the two-flight staircase. You have got to be kidding. I haven't used stairs in…well; it has been a long time. He rolled his eyes as he heard the little ones calling on him. "Daddy, come on!" Daniel called up. Fine, House told himself, just walk down these stupid stairs – how hard could it be? He lifted his cane, grabbed the railing with his left hand, and put his left foot on the first step. He lifted his right leg as a sharp pain told him to stop. House ignored his leg's plea and repeated what he had done on the first step, but this time the pain was unbearable. He quickly grabbed his right leg with both hands and fell.

House lay on the floor motionless as Emily and Daniel ran up to him. They were each shouting different things at the same time at the top of their lungs, and House was tempted to tell them to 'Shut Up!' Instead, he concentrated more on what they were saying. He listened at a boy's voice – Daniel – who was crying and screaming, "MOMMY! MOMMY! DADDY FELL! MOMMY! HELP!" House felt his heart speed up as he became aware of what really happened. He heard a little girl softly whisper in his ear, "It's going to be ok, daddy. I love you lots, and so does Daniel and Mommy." House opened his eyes and saw the kids with tears streaming down each of their faces. "I'm OK, kids" He managed to whisper each word as he tried to get up – the pain in his leg forced him to stop, and he fell back down to the floor, whining in pain. The two children ignored him and ran upstairs screaming, "MOMMY, DADDY FELL! HE NEEDS HELP! HURRY, MOMMY!"

House tried to massage his leg to relieve the pain, but stopped when he heard the kids come back. "Oh my goodness, Greg what happened?" He closed his eyes as he heard a lady quickly run down the stairs to see him. She gave him a quick secondary survey – making sure he didn't break any bones, before she started massaging his leg. She watched him carefully as he winced in pain a couple times, and ran back upstairs. No one is here…the kids probably went with their mom…wherever she went. In a few minutes, the rest of the family was back, and House was given two vicodin and a glass of water. He ignored the water and dry-swallowed the vicodin that was given to him moments ago.

He remained on the floor until he was sure that the pain in his leg would not return, ignoring all the pleas from his kids telling him to wake up.

As he opened his eyes again, he was shocked to find his boss, sitting beside him looking into his eyes. "Please, Greg. Please don't do that to me again. I thought you really hurt yourself." Cuddy pleaded.

"I promise, and thank-you…for the vicodin" House said as he tried to figure out what was going on. Ok…so, I am married to Cuddy. And I have given her not one, but two of what she has wanted her whole life – children. He smiled as she helped him up and lead him into the kitchen for breakfast.