Just Like Him: Chapter Four
A/N: Sorry, this story takes so long. I got too many ideas for fics right now and try to write them all at the same time. :( This is still quiet the beginning of the story, so please bear with me, there will be more ...
The night before had been uneasy and it had taken House two hours and four pills to fall asleep. So he decided to hide in exam two, hoping Cuddy wouldn't find him.
After a while Jordan strode in. House looked up from his DS, obviously annoyed by the intruder.
"Hi dad," Jordan sneered.
House sighed, he wished she had not shown up again. Another few days without seeing her and he could have blamed the whole thing on a Vicodin overdose hallucination. "What are you doing he-," he started, but then stopped. "What happened to your eyes?" Instead of the Wilson-brown eyes, a pair of icy blue eyes glared at him.
"From what I heard of you, I thought you would figure out that I use contact lenses," she looked at him disdainfully. "I am disappointed."
House almost felt small under her gaze. Of course he figured out she was wearing contacts. He wanted to know which color was real. Then he wondered when did he start to forget to ask the right questions.
"Blue or brown?" House asked and closed his DS, he had lost the game anyway.
"Blue. Mom made me wear contacts since I was a child. She couldn't stand my blue eyes. I guess they reminded her of you too much."
House shrugged. "What else did she tell you about me?"
"Nothing. She sad my dad was a selfish, heartless bastard. And I left it at that."
It wasn't the first time, someone had called him a heartless bastard, still he was a little surprised how little emotions Jordan showed.
"Why did you come to find me then? Suddenly felt the desire to see your daddy?" House snarled, he was almost sure that she was here for the money.
"I need you to babysit." Jordan looked out of the window, but eyed his reaction carefully from the corner of her eyes.
"Aren't you a little too old to be babysitted? I thought by now you should be potty-trained and perfectly able to look after yourself." House hid his surprise well and even managed to put some sarcasm into his voice.
"I am," she said. "My son isn't." She looked him square in the eyes, blue hitting blue.
"Your SON?" House shouted in disbelieve.
She nodded. "Grampa," Jordan said with a calm and rather mean smile. It made him shut up right away, but the anger came back after a few seconds.
"Do you kids these days always have to rush everthing? Marriage, kids – and you don't even have a job yet!!"ouse House remembered her chart where the occupation said 'student'.
"I am not married, don't even have a boyfriend. And I am certainly not rushing anything."
House was still angry. "Didn't you know about birth control? There are some pretty easy ways to prevent pregnancy."
Jordan laughed. "Look who's talking, da-ddy!" She streched the last word.
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The door flung open and Wilson burst in. "Cuddy is looking for you everywhere," he said, then he paused and his eyes wandered from House to Jordan.
"Robbie was planned," she went on without looking at Wilson.
House wanted to send Wilson away, before he could get involved even more, but it was too late. Wilson had already picked up Jordan's words.
"Who's Robbie?"
House sighed and pointed to Jordan. 'Her son,' he meant to say, but she was quicker and made it sound far worse.
"His grandson."
The words made him feel old and House let out a quiet mourn. He expected Wilson to look shocked, but to his surprise and annoyance Wilson was delighted.
"You didn't tell me you got a grandson!"
"Well, I did not tell you that I got a daughter, either. And that was because I didn't know it myself!" House yelled, feeling completely swamped. This situation was getting out of hand, out of his hands. Getting a daughter and a grandson within 24 hours certainly wasn't the way things were supposed to be!
Wilson ignored him and beamed at Jordan. "Robbie is his name? How old is he?"
Jordan was happy to reply. "He's four years old. Full name's Robert James Kenwick. I thought that would make a good name for a doctor one day."
"James?" House repeated automatically and was surprised to see Wilson turn around to him. "The kid," House put right. He had not really expected Wilson to react to that name, but had suddenly felt the urge to speak it out loud anyway.
"You want him to be a doctor?" Wilson asked. Jordan shook her head. "His grandparents are both doctors, his parents do both attend medical school, so I just assumed he will be a doctor, too."
Much to House's surprise Jordan's voice missed all mocking and sarcasm when Wilson was around. He asked away curiously and she answered most of his questions with a smile. Only questions that touched the subject of her mom or her newly found father she would deny to answer, with a scornful look at House.
House followed the familiar chit-chat for a while, but became more and more impatient with every glance from Jordan.
"So you want me to babysit?" he finally blurted out in the middle of one of Wilson's questions. The conversation stopped mid-sentence and both of them looked at him reproachfully.
"What?" House shrugged his shoulders in innocence.
"You have to excuse him. Your father sometimes lacks a bit of tact," Wilson said apologetically.
"I know," Jordan added. " Tact and manners are not two of his best qualities. That is if there are any."
"Hey! I might lack some tact – that's what I have Wilson for -, but I insist on manners," House protested. "I really think everyone should be nice to cripples!" He pointed both his thumbs to his chest and Wilson rolled his eyes.
"I have been invited to a medical conference next weekend and I need someone to watch Robbie." Jordan ignored her father's last remark.
"No!" House said without further thinking. "We got tickets for the Flyer game and it took me weeks to get these VIP tickets." He got up and grabbed his cane. This conversation was definitely over for him and he felt the urge to get out of the room.
"Come on, House," Wilson said. "We can take him with us."
"Snitch," House hissed and threw a deadly glance at Wilson.
"Great!" Jordan took the chance and quickly walked over to the door. "I'll drop him off at your apartment Saturday morning." She waved goodbye at Wilson, ignored House and left the room.