Logan, AKA Gogo, Mustachio, Burnt Cheese Head, Burnt Cheese Toast, Senior Cheiko, remember that I love you. Like a brother. And this will never be Kevin/Cameron… I just want to have a little fun with House's brain… Anyone that you have seen on TV isn't mine... Everyone else is!


'Cause you made your way inside a dozen times before.


Allison gently pushed open the door to her husband's room, glad that Melanie wasn't there.

"Hey." Robert mumbled. He was still hurt that she hadn't been there earlier.

"Hi." She walked in and sat in the chair next to him.

"Where were you?"

"Thinking."

"You could have done that here."

She looked up and saw the hurt in his eyes. "No I couldn't."

"Why not?"

"Melanie."

"Oh." There was a moment of silence before he continued. "What did you two fight about?" His eyes bored into hers.

"Just some stuff, okay? Nothing big."

He sighed, not happy with her answer but knowing she wouldn't give him anything else. "I didn't want to. Sleep with her, I mean."

"On some level you did." She looked down, suddenly fascinated with the speckles on the floor.

"Allison… Look at me." She looked up at him, eyes transfixed. "I'm sorry."

She stood up. "Me too." She smiled sadly at him before exiting the room.


"So, Jimmy Boy, why did you get my letter?" House had tracked down Wilson and was following him around.

"It must have just been an accident."

"Ah, but my good friend, I know that it wasn't. No one could confuse you with me! I'm not so nice and don't have relationships with patients. And I'm far better looking."

"House…"

"Why did you get my letter?"

"House…"

"House!" Cuddy's voice rang out through the hall.

"Shh. If we walk fast enough maybe she won't see us." House whispered to Wilson.

"House!"

"Or not." He looked over his shoulder. "I'm too tired to have sex in your office right now. Maybe later!" He yelled, making sure everyone in the hallway could hear him.

"I need to talk to you about your original case." She quickly caught up to them and handed House a folder.

"Oh, right, the reason that bastard was here in the first place." House grumbled as he opened the file.

"His name is Logan Walker. There was some miscommunication, but he's arriving here from Princeton General around noon tomorrow."

"Oooh, goodie. Just what I wanted for Christmas!" House rolled his eyes.

"And about Christmas. We are having a Christmas party, and you are expected to be there. Some of our biggest donators will be there, and they all want to hear from you. It's the seventeenth. Dress formally." She handed him another folder and walked off. House turned around, ready to bring up his argument with Wilson, but found he had left already.

Great. Now I'm roped into another party. I wonder how I can get out of it… House smirked as he walked off to his exam room, in hopes of finally defeating Bowser once and for all. Or at least until they made another Mario game.


House's current team was sitting in the conference room, bored. Either they had finished all their clinic duty, or they were just avoiding it.

"Soo… What do you guys think of Cameron?" Leslie finally asked, breaking the comfortable silence.

"She's hot." Kevin grinned as he turned another page in his Sports Illustrated-Swimsuit edition.

"Okay, besides that." Leslie rolled her eyes, used to Kevin's actions because she had three younger brothers of her own.

"She seems smart." Kara noted as her Silly-Putty turned from dark purple to hot pink.

"Yeah, I think so too. But what do you think of her and House? They look pretty hot together." Leslie grinned. She loved gossip.

"She'd look hotter with me." Kevin replied.

"I wonder if that's why House hired her, because she was hot." Kara observed.

"Of course it was! Didn't you hear the story?" Leslie's eyes were wide.

"No, because neither one of us decided to switch clinic duty to find-all-the-dirt-I-can-about-my-new-boss duty." Now it was Kara's turn to roll her eyes.

"Hey, you know what, I'm glad I did. Because now I can figure out why he hired us." She smirked as she leaned back in her chair. "And I can guarantee that it's not because of our skills."

"What do you mean?" Kara was suddenly interested.

"Oh, I'm not telling." Leslie smirked with satisfaction. Kevin just turned a page in his magazine, too used to the way the two girls argued.

"Leslie, please, tell me!"

"No. Now, if you don't mind, I think I'll go grab some food. Toodles!" Leslie grinned as she stood up and went down to the cafeteria, mainly to see her current fling.

"Should I follow her?" Kara asked Kevin.

"Only if you want to see her making out with what's his face."

"I'll pass."

"Good choice."


Hmmph. It's getting colder out still… I can't believe it's almost three in the afternoon…

What happened to make things go so wrong? I never should have married him in the first place… But what was I supposed to do? Just sit around and hope that House would say he had feelings for me? Like that would ever happen. I'm not saying I wouldn't like it but… Sighing, Allison slumped against the back of the chair. She was carefully hidden in the courtyard – the last place anyone would ever expect to find her. Very few people roamed the courtyard in the winter, and there was only a patient in a wheelchair rolling through on the paths.

It was Allison's favorite time of the year, the time she always had enjoyed the most as a kid, and yet things were so terribly wrong. Nothing was going the way she wanted them to, and she just seemed to be getting herself deeper in this twisted love triangle than she ever wanted to be in the first place. She smiled softly as the snow started falling again, gently floating down and making the world so white and sparkly. She grinned as one of them hit her nose, quickly melting away. She had always marveled at the beauty of a snowflake, with every single one being different.

Though how they can prove they're all different is beyond me. They would have to analyze every single snowflake that ever fell to prove that. Allison giggled to herself; remembering years back to when her big brother first told her that. She had put up a big fight saying there's no way they could really prove it.

"What's so funny?" Kevin whispered softly, causing Allison to jump.

"Oh, nothing… I was just thinking…" She said as he sat down next to her.

"I heard what happened." Kevin noted while leaning back and watching the snowflakes fall.

"I don't want to talk about it." She looked in the opposite direction of him.

"And I wasn't gonna prod you about it. I just want you to know that if you need me to listen or anything, I'll gladly help. I'm the middle kid of six sisters… I've heard it all."

"Really? So one of your sisters married a man she didn't really love because she was sick of waiting for another man she really did love?" Allison managed a small smile as she looked over at her bench mate.

"No… But a few of them did date other guys even though they really liked someone else… That's kinda close, I guess…" He grinned at her.

"Yeah, I guess so. I just wish it could really be a merry Christmas this year. And by the looks of it, that's not going to happen." She sighed.

"Hey, hey, don't go thinking that yet! We still got a few weeks, right? Things can change. And you know, just like a roller coaster, things will go suddenly downhill, and then go right back up again before you have time to throw up." This time he got a laugh out of Allison.

"Thanks. Hopefully I don't need to throw up, though."