House sat in his office, bored. It was late into the night and he had sent the ducklings to get some test done on their latest case, now they were awaiting the results. Leaning back in his chair, House was tossing a ball in the air when he suddenly he got a weird feeling. As he went to grab his cain, the phone rang.

"What?" he asked sharply.

"Greg," came Cuddy's voice.

"Where's Abigail?"

"She's here. In the emergency room." Slamming down the phone, House grabbed his cain and raced out of the office.

"House!" Cameron spotted him.

"Not now." House growled. Before Cameron could respond, he hopped into the elevator and pushed Lower Level.

"Greg, she's fine!" Cuddy greeted him when the doors opened.

"Where is she"?"

"Over there," she pointed to the curtain. "She and Michael were sideswiped by another car. Abigail's has a wrist fracture and a few bruises, but Michael's in surgery." Throwing open the curtain, House saw his broken daughter laying sideways on the gurney.

"Daddy!" Abigail sat up quickly, throwing her arms around her father. "How's Micaehl. No one will tell me anything, they brought him separately and--"

"Are you okay?" House ignored his daughter's questions.

"I'm fine-"

"What happened?"

"Michael and I were driving home and this car came out of nowhere-"

"Who was driving?"

"I don't know. Some guy-"

"No, your car?"

"Oh, I was driving. Where is Michael, Dad?"

House sighed. His daughter had inherited his stubbornness.

"He's in surgery."

"What!" Abigail attempted to jump off the bed."

"Abigail, stay." House commanded.

"I want to see him!"

"You can't."

"The observation room."

"I'm sorry, Abigail, no."

"But Daddy, please--" she pleaded.

"What do you need it to rest--"

"I don't want to rest!" Abigail screeched. "I want to know what's going on!"

"Cameron is going to take you up to a room. As soon as Michael's out of surgery, I will let you know, okay?" Abigail shook her head. Cuddy's appeared at the curtain, holding a chart and a worried expression.

"Greg, can I talk to Abigail alone for a second?" House tried to meet his wife's eyes, but Cuddy was looking at their daughter.

"Sure. I, uh, need to check on my patient anyway. Get some rest!" House kissed his daughter's head and hobbled out of the E.R. and back to the third floor.

"How are you feeling, Sweetie?"

"Tired and my arm hurts."

"Abigail--" Cuddy began.

"Mom, what's going on? Michael's okay, right?"

"Michael's doing well. He's in recovery right now." Abigail sighed and Cuddy continued. "This isn't about Michael anyway, Abigail."

"What's going on?"

"We need to know what you and Michael took tonight."

"Nothing."

"Abigail."

"I told you, the guy can into us."

"Yes, because you ran a stop sign."

"No, I didn't."

"That's not what the police reports indicate."

"Well, they're wrong. I wasn't, I'm not on anything. Test me."

"What's this then?" Cuddy held up a small bottle. "Well, it does say "House" on it, but is that your name after the comma because I don't remember naming my baby girl, Gregory."

"You didn't name me, Dad did."

"You know what I mean, Abigail. Why are you taking your father Vicodin."

"It's not what you think, Mom. I just don't think he should be taking so much, so I swiped them. You can count them if you want, they're all there." Cuddy exhaled slightly, sitting beside her daughter.

"I've been trying to wean your father off his Vicodin long before you were born, there's no stopping him. Believe me, I tried." House stood outside the curtain listening to their conversation. He hadn't realized the effect of his drug intake on his daughter. Taking out his hidden stash, he did a once over on the bottle before tossing it in the nearest bin.

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Reaching the end of the aisle, House gave Abigail's hand a quick kiss before letting go. His mind was trailing off again when he heard the pastor ask, "Who gives this woman in matrimony?"

"Her mother and I." House dropped in his seat and Cuddy grabbed his hand, giving it a squeeze. The last time he felt this kind of pain, Abigail had started university.

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"I did it!" Abigail ran screaming into the kitchen, waving a piece of paper in her hand. "Mom! Dad! I got into early admission! Listen: Dear Ms. House, we are pleased to announce you've been accepted for early admission into Harvard University. Term begins 1 July. Included is a list of documents that will need to be filled out and sent in as soon as possible. Congratulations and we looked forward to seeing you in July." House's heart was in conflict as he was ecstatic that his daughter had been accepted to the school of her choice, but saddened that it was all the way in Boston.

"Dad, what's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"You're lying."

"I'm fine, Abigail."

"You're upset that I'm going so far away."

"No."

"Yes."

"I knew I shouldn't've let you go to that camp when you were nine. Ever since then, you've been itching to get away." Abigail rolled her eyes towards her mother who was hiding a smile behind her mug.