Okay, I've decided to finish this fanfic, but I had to change some things in previous chapters. Chapter one and two are nearly untouched, I just corrected some spelling mistakes. Chapter three is slightly changed, especially the ending. Geena isn't suffocating any more, sorry :)

And now chapter four, enjoy!

Oh, and one more thing – I'm not sure if medical details make any sense :)

"Have you read the girl's case history?"

House sat down with a cup of coffee.

"Yes, and we..." Cameron started, but he interrupted her.

"Good, because I didn't. Please tell me that it's interesting."

Foreman looked at him, surprised. "You agreed to take that case without reading the history? So Brenda was right – Lisa Cuddy was your lover."

Chase snickered. "And I'm afraid the case is really, really boring."

"So why haven't all these doctors diagnosed her?" asked Cameron and started reporting the case. "7-year-old girl, no relevant past medical history, for two months experiencing fatigue, shortness of breath on exertion, joint pain and swelling. She has lost four kilos recently, although her appetite is normal. When the symptoms appeared, along with fever and cough, her mother thought it's just an infection. After two weeks of treatment, though, she wasn't feeling better. They tried various antibiotics, but nothing helped. She was admitted to hospital four weeks ago, for further tests."

"Bo-o-o-o-oring!" House pretended to yawn widely. "Pneumonia, bronchitis or something even more primitive."

"She had chest X-ray done when admitted to the hospital. It showed no sign of pneumonia," remarked Foreman. "And if it was bronchitis, the simplest antibiotic would've already helped."

"So option number three – something more primitive. Any more stupid test results?"

"Spirometry results were below normal values. Doctors in New York ruled out heart failure."

"They're brilliant, really. The kid is coughing, wheezing and has fever for nearly two months and the only thing they know is that's not heart disease."

"That weight loss doesn't fit to any respiratory disease, actually," said Chase, reading Geena's file once again. "And what about joint pain and swelling? It's rather unusual as well."

"Oh, great," House said cheerfuly. "Now it's more interesting. Start thinking of a reasonable diagnosis."

"Maybe asthma?" suggested Cameron.

House winced. "Too obvious. You don't have to be a famous diagnostician to find asthma."

"Fever doesn't fit to asthma. Neither does joint pain," remarked Chase.

"So maybe she has asthma and bronchitis. It would explain signs of infection and why the antibiotics haven't helped. Infections of respiratory system in patients with asthma are always untypical."

"A bit far-fetched, but I like it. There's only one problem: her mother is a doctor, she would've certainly noticed signs of asthma."

Cameron shrugged her shoulders. "She thinks like a mother, not like a doctor at the moment. We can do allergy tests and ABG."

House looked at Foreman and Chase. "Any other ideas?"

"What about COPD? It would explain swollen ankles."

"Oh, please. I said sensible ideas. Unless she's a heavy smoker, it's highly impossible."

"Why not? Sometimes COPD is caused by passive smoking or air pollution," said Foreman. "New York isn't the cleanest city in the world."

"Alpha-1 antitripsin deficiency can cause COPD as well," added Chase.

"But it is so rare that most doctors have never heard about it," Cameron shook her head.

"Okay, let's sum up. Cameron says asthma, Foreman says COPD. Chase? Your idea?"

Chase hesitated for a moment. "Maybe... Pulmonary veno-occlusive disease?"

"Geez. What the hell have you all read recently? '100 Rarest Diseases in the World'?" House rolled his eyes. "Okay, if you don't have any more brilliant ideas, go do allergy tests and ABG. And talk to Cuddy, maybe she will tell you something interesting."

"Like how many women you had in med school?"

"Oh, I can tell you that. All of them." House stood up and grabbed his cane.

"And what are you going to do?" asked Foreman, although he already knew the answer.

"Well, let's think... Clinic duty or stealing Wilson's lunch? Difficult choice, really."

Cameron summarized their conference's results to Cuddy. As she predicted, she didn't really liked the ideas.

"I swear, you've chosen the least possible options."

"I know. But doctors in New York used all probable ideas, so we have to be creative." Cameron smiled. "As for now, we'll just do the ABG and allergy tests and wait for the results. Maybe we'll come up with something more sensible in the meantime."

"Okay, but Geena had already had these tests done. Haven't Greg seen the results? And, by the way, where is he? I haven't seen him since morning."

Cameron sighed.

"It's his, well, style of diagnosing. He doesn't usually spend much time with patients. The ideal option is we work – he thinks. But I promise, he's doing his best. And about that test results... I'm afraid that he won't even look at anything with 'New York General Hospital' at the top. I got the impression that he doesn't respect your doctors too much."

"It doesn't make much sense, you know? But if he wants to, okay. Do whatever you need. But tell Greg that I'd like to talk to him, please."

"Of course."

Cameron was sure that it would be difficult. House usually avoided contacts with patients, their families and especially oversensitive parents. Dr Cuddy wasn't oversensitive, and it was House's choice to admit Geena, but he didn't seem to care too much.

"I wonder where the hell he is now..."

The answer to Cameron's question was simple – brilliant diagnostician was in the cafeteria, eating Wilson's lunch. It wasn't his lucky day, though. When he finished and left furious friend alone, he literally bumped into his beloved boss.

"House! Great to see you. I have heard good news." Johnson seemed to be very excited.

"Has the clinic exploded?"

"What? No, no, I'm talking about Dr Cuddy-Angels. It's incredible that she's chosen our hospital to treat her daughter, isn't it? We're famous all over the States!"

"I'm sorry to destroy this beautiful vision, but she hasn't chosen PPTH because of you. She's my old friend and asked me for help. It has nothing to do with your great leadership skills, or the wonderful color of walls here. She has chosen me."

Johnson looked a bit caught off guard. "Right, right..." he said eventually. "But, thanks to you, we'll be famous. If I just tell patients that people from New York come to our hospital..."

"Sure, wonderful idea. Sorry, I have to go. Got a patient."

He left his boss and went back to the conference room.

"Mommy, tell me something about this doctor House. Who is he?"

Geena sat straight on the bed and looked at her mother.

"I've already told you, he's my university friend. We studied together."

"Is that all?" Geena was disappointed. "I thought that you'd tell me something more!"

"Like what?"

"What was your first meeting like? Why does he call you Cuddy, not Lisa? Have you ever kissed him? That kind of stuff."

Cuddy laughed nervously. "He's just your doctor, not your potential father."

"But he could be. He's nice. So how did you two meet?" She smiled innocently.

"By accident, actually," Cuddy tried to recall that day. "My friend, Sarah, organized a party in her room after our first exam. I was so absent-minded that I knocked on the wrong door, and it turned out that it was Greg's room."

"Were you drunk?"

"What? Of course not, it was before the party."

Lisa was running down the dormitory corridor. She was really, really late to the party.

Sarah will kill me, she thought.

She'd promised to help with preparations, but had been so tired after the exam that she immediately had fallen asleep. When she'd woken up, she only had time to dress up.

Lisa stood in front of Sarah's door, straighten her dress and knocked.

"Can I help you?" The guy who opened the door was definitely not Sarah. Surprised, Lisa stared at him for a second and then looked at the room number.

"I'm sorry, wrong door," she smiled.

"You're Sarah's friend, right?" asked the guy. He was quite tall, red-haired and had a gorgeous smile. "I'm Paul. Is she making a party?"

"Lisa Cuddy," she introduced herself. "Yes, she is."

"Hey, Greg," Paul shouted to somebody in the room. "Sarah's making a party and hasn't invited us!"

"Don't care," replied the mysterious Greg.

"It's a girls-only party," explained Lisa.

"Really? Even better. Greg, have you heard?"

"Yep, and I still don't care."

"Sorry for him. But hey, you've got food!" Paul looked at the salad bowl she had with her. "Will you come in?"

"Maybe some other time, I'm terribly late. But you can come with me."

"I thought you said it's a party for girls."

"It is. But I'm sure that they won't be angry if I bring along a stripper or two..." she smiled.

"Has anyone said 'stripper' here?" Paul's friend, Greg, finally decided to show up.

"Oh yes," Paul smirked. "The only word he understands is 'stripper'. Sorry, Greg, not this time," he said to his friend.

"Shame. Gregory House," he introduced himself.

Lisa repeated her name. Greg House was tall, really handsome and had beautiful blue eyes. She had never seen such a color, and she couldn't take her eyes off them.

She wanted to say something, something smart and funny, but at that very moment door to the next room opened.

"Lisa!" Sarah was surprised when she saw her friend on the corridor. "What are you doing here? I think I've mentioned that the party is inside the room," she laughed and then noticed Paul and Greg. "Oh, hi guys. I'm sorry, but I'm now taking my friend and her salad. We desperately need her."

I know it was kinda boring, but I needed the medical part. Next chapter will include more House&Cuddy, I promise :) As always, reviews are highly appreciated.