Titled: Four Brothers IV Author: wheretobe
Rating: PG
Summary: The story of four Sons
Authors note: R&R highly appreciated. This is a very AU story and just a try and see if I could pull it off.

Pairing: Huddy
Disclaimer: I don't own House or its characters Fox does tho, I just used them shamelessly for this snippet.

Christopher James House

Sighing she let her head drop into her hands, elbows on her knees. Before Cuddy could dissolve into tears again someone stepped into the room and knelt before her.

'Lisa, I'm here to get you two home.'

she lifted her head and looked at James tiredly.

'I don't think I can do this.'

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Wilson parked in Lisa's drive way and shut of the motor turning sideways to Lisa.

'I think house is still in there putting up the dresser. Are...are you and Christopher going to be ok?'

She nodded meekly but kept staring at her hands in her lap.

'If you need help just call. We'll all help you guys through this.'

James unloaded everything from the car for Lisa and then carried it inside, waiting for her to follow with the car seat and an napping Baby. He said goodbye and gave her shoulder a tender squeeze before leaving her alone with House in her home.

Timidly Lisa went to the Baby room, Chris snuggled into her arms, sleeping peacefully. She heard the sounds coming from the old Ironing room wondering what it would look like. With her hip she pushed the slightly opened door open completely, revealing House sitting on a chair he had dragged or had let dragged to the room. He looked up at her, screws sticking from his mouth.

'Hi.'

House took the screws from his mouth and nodded.

'I just need to screw the Mobile to the bed...then I'm done.'

Cuddy looked around the room gaping in awe. The furniture was beautiful in its white style, the bedding in soft blue making the room seem bright and happy. On the stark walls thy had hung stuffed and soft wall accessories in the forms of Sun, Moon and stars, all smiling gently. On the window was a security lock now and under it stood the dresser, on the wall across it was the changing table with inlet baby bathtub, already decked with everything need for changing.

'I...House...how did you...why?'

She sat heavily in the rocking chair, feeling overwhelmed at what they had done for her. House shrugged and fixated the mobile then turned it on, the soft melody filling the room and the figures turning in circles over the bed.

'Guess that's it.'

'Greg...thanks. I don't know why you did it but thanks.'

'Why don't you let him nap in the bed?'

House pointed to the boy clutching at her blouse while sleeping. Lisa nodded and walked to the changing table, taking of his beanie, jacket and trousers, then putting him to bed and pulling the blanket around him. House already had the baby phone in his hand, showing her the on switch and then handing it to her.

'Well you're all set. My deed is done.'

'Yea...I...would you at least let me buy you some dinner as a thanks?'

'Dinner sounds good and looks like you could eat something.'

They walked to the kitchen and he watched her look through the fridge, then prepare tea and then order at a Thai place. Her hands never keeping still, her shoulders and back rigid. She needed this to keep her from thinking about the situation, all the work and stress she tried to put on herself.

'Be careful House. Keep this up and I will get the impression you care.'

Sarcasm dripped from her words and her hands busied themselves with wiping down the already clean counter.

'Cuddy, get the hell over here and sit for a minute before I get seasick from all your moving around.'

Reluctantly Cuddy followed his order and slumped at the counter on the second stool. For a moment they sat in silence.

'I'm sorry about your loss Lisa.'

It broke from him, penetrating the silence of the room, for a moment everything seemed to mute around them before her sobs broke through the silence. Before House knew what he was doing he had already engulfed her in a strong embrace, her head leaned against his chest, her tiny hands clutching at his shirt while she cried, for her friend and her son, for her loss and the pain. He held her through it, not rubbing her back or uttering soothing words, because he had none. It wouldn't get better, her friend would still be dead, and her boy growing up with only pictures and stories of her. So he didn't tell her all was going to be better.

A wail from the baby phone broke their embrace. Cuddy wiped at her eyes furiously, trying to calm.

'You should look for him.'

House suggested, hoping to break the awkward silence. She nodded and wrapped her woolen robe like jacket tighter around her lithe frame, then walked to Christopher's room, House right behind her. Once inside the room she saw that Christopher was standing in the crib, eyes teary, tiny hands wrapped around the wooden bars. Once he made her out at the door his chubby hands reached for her, wanting her to take him from the bed. He babbled something that distinctively sounded like 'mama' and it broke Lisa Cuddy's heart all over again.

Lisa walked from the room unable to be there longer, leaving Greg standing in the doorway looking at the now wailing boy confused. He groaned and walked to the crib, balancing his weight on his good leg and hooking his cane on the crib before picking Christopher up, bouncing him as good as possible while rubbing over his back.

Once he had calmed the kid he shifted him to his left arm and shoulder and then grabbed his can, making his slow way to the living room. Christopher's huge eyes took in the strange surroundings, his browns seemingly not missing a thing. House came to an halt at the couch and heavily sat on it, putting Chris on the ground so he could crawl around a little. After 20 or so minutes he made his way back to House and pulled himself up on the couch cushion next to him, looking up expectantly.

'You wanna sit with the big guy now?'

Without a word of complaint House pulled the baby up and helped him sit next to him, his tiny form easily molding against his side. The gash on his forehead seemed to heal just fine only the bruises still angry blue and purple on the soft baby skin. The baby heaved a sigh and then leaned his head against Greg's arm, rubbing his eyes tiredly. Greg lifted his arm and then draped it over the back of the couch, allowing the boy to lean against his side more.

'I'm sorry. I just...can't do this. When...he wants his mother how can I walk towards him smiling pretending it's me?'

'Because you have to. You think he'll feed and change himself? Your friend chose you because she trusted you to be the best for him. Nobody asks you to forget her and take over her baby.'

'But that's what it feels like House! He has a mother and now I'm supposed to fill that spot.'

Said boy was looking at her curiously, standing there in the doorway. He started babbling excitedly while playing and looking at his hands giving the perfect imitation of a calm child. Lisa rubbed her eyes tiredly and then walked over to them, kneeling before Chris and stroking his cheek.

'This...won't be easy huh?'

Another heavy sigh and more baby babbling before the moment of the three of them was broken by the ringing of the door bell.

'I'll go.'

House watched her walk away again, his forehead lined with a frown. He was suddenly not so sure anymore that she could pull this off without an emotional wipeout. He had seen her at her weakest today and Greg was sure that if she didn't catch herself she would break. Minutes later they sat on the couch, silently eating and Christopher in between them, happily nibbling on a baby cookie, reaching for his bottle from time to time and waiting for one of the adults to lift it to his lips.

While they ate Cuddy silently wondered how easily Greg seemed to have become to Christopher, carrying him, letting him lean against him and, when she wasn't looking, pulling faces until the boy laughed, the foodmash almost falling from his mouth. Suddenly she found herself anxious for the moment House declared he would leave, knowing she was alone with Christopher again, something she didn't feel able to handle yet.

'Don't go.'

House stopped his hand mid air and swallowed his food smirking.

'Why Dr. Cuddy I don't think this would be appropriate with the baby so close.'

She glared at him and then wiped Chris's mouth with the bib.

'I don't...I feel that don't want to be alone with Christopher and it looks as if he likes you and...'

'Cuddy, Lisa...you need to be able to do this on your own. He need you to be the strong and reasonable one. Do what you do best: manage back and forth.'

After dinner they brought the boy to bed together before House left, her home suddenly feeling empty and cold. Cuddy couldn't sleep that night, around midnight she wandered to Christopher's room and sat in the rocking chair next to the Crib, watching him until she felt into a heavy nap. Her mind running circles around the events of the last couple of days and the future she was facing. With her Son, the child she had always wished for but under different circumstances.

Ok that was some work...I hope you guys enjoy. Thanks for all the reviews you have been sending.