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Miranda had packed about a months worth of clothes to take to Wilson's house. She really didn't want to leave her home but if it was the only way for her father to see sense than she would just have to.

She sighed looking at the piano. Miranda guessed that they would have to plan their lessons at another time. Maybe she would be able to take her keyboard to his room at rehab so they could practice together.

"Miranda, do you want to take your computer?" Wilson asked holding the majority of her bags.

"Uhh…yeah, I'll go get it." Her heart ached as she walked away from the baby grand.

She remembered getting so frustrated when she missed a key. House would just smile and tell her to return to the same spot and do it again. When she did get it he would look at her proudly and say "That's my girl, it's a relief to see that you have my talents"

Miranda smiled, she used to gasp in horror when he said that. Then House would play the 'I'm hurt' card and they would end up laughing together on the couch.

It was evident that she was a daddy's girl; with no mother to really go to she had no other choice. House didn't really like to talk about her mother that much. Miranda didn't know if it was because he was so angry with her or if it was because it hurt him so much to talk about her.

She wasn't even sure if Wilson knew her. Maybe she would have to see into this little topic more.

Wilson's home was definitely cozy; she guessed that it was because of Amber. She really felt bad for her uncle. It had almost cost her father his best friend. When she told Wilson that he needed to stop acting like a baby and get over it. She was surprised to see his reaction. He told her that she was exactly like her father. Miranda said that she was proud to be and that he should know as a doctor casualties happen. When that didn't sink in Miranda resorted to something she didn't want to.

"He needs you…perhaps more then you need him but that doesn't change the fact that he still needs you."

"He doesn't-"

"Yes, he does and if you were a true friend you would be there. He feels just as guilty as anybody else…please just give him another chance."

Obviously it had worked seeing as she was moving her stuff into his house.

"Okay, umm I guess I'll be driving you to school tomorrow then?" he asked setting her bags in the guest bedroom.

"Yeah. Uncle Wilson," she said gaining his attention, "I know we haven't been apart for that long but…I miss him."

Wilson sighed. "You've been with your father since you were born, there is bound to be some separation issues."

She sighed, now was as good a time as ever. "What about my mother?"

Wilson looked at her trying to analyze the question.

"Your-your mother?" he asked again.

"Yeah…it takes two to make a baby Uncle."

"Yeah…of course…umm well uhhh…I don't think your dad would want me telling you this. Maybe you should talk to him."

"Do you hate her or something?"

"No." Wilson said quietly.

"Well then who was she?!" Miranda yelled.

"I can't tell you!" he spat.

"Why not?!"

"Because House would never forgive me if I was the one to make you hate him." Wilson whispered.

"It can't be that bad, I've done without a mom it's not like I'm missing out."

Wilson sighed and sat on the couch beckoning his niece to join him.

"You're…you're mother wanted to have you aborted. And your father wouldn't allow it. He knew you were his child and he wanted you more then anything. He took your mother to court to prevent her from aborting the baby-"

"Wait…how did mom get pregnant with me anyhow?"

Wilson turned bright red.

"He…uh went to have a drink-"

"NO WAY!" Miranda spat repulsed.

"Anyway he got the court order saying that she could not abort the baby. You have to understand Miranda that your mother was…was not a mother House wanted for you."

"What was wrong with her?" Miranda asked.

"Uhh…she wasn't responsible and not…not very nice-"

"Uncle Wilson, I'm not five anymore. Saying she wasn't very nice doesn't tell me crap. What was wrong with her?"

Wilson sighed. "She was a drug addict…not while pregnant with you of course! House made sure she was sober while pregnant with you."

"Yeah and that makes it ten times better!" Miranda snapped.

"That's why your dad didn't want-

"He hid this from me for like fifteen years!"

"He didn't want you to feel…what he felt-"

"And what did he feel? It was just supposed to be a one night stand. A little sex and then he'd go on his merry old way!"

Wilson stood up.

"But he didn't! Your mother wanted to have you aborted and he stopped it! He could have let her and think nothing of it but he didn't."

Miranda crossed her arms over her chest and turned her back on Wilson.

"Sometimes I wonder if you know how much you mean to that man." Wilson sighed walking into the kitchen.

Miranda collapsed back into the couch pillows.

"Is…is she still alive?" Miranda yelled.

Wilson came out and sighed.

"No…after she had you she died in the hospital."

"And I suppose dad didn't-"

"There was nothing no one could do. She bled out after you were born. House tried to talk to her and see if he could do something to save her but it was too late."

Miranda breathed deeply.

"What was her name?"

"Malinda."

House was not enjoying rehab at all. He would rather be in a federal prison then rehab, as a matter of fact he had learned that a long time ago. He was lonely he would admit without his daughter.

Knowing her she would probably talk his ear off about school or some guy she had a crush on and then House would tease her about him and say that he would dissect the boy like a frog and remove every tad pole he had.

He remembered how when she was young that she asked what a tad pole was. The discomfort he felt then was unbearable.

"Wait…daddy what's a tad pole?"She asked sitting on his lap watching TV.

House coughed and sputtered.

"Uhhh…babe…tad poles are frog babies…you know that." He said rubbing the back of his head.

Miranda turned to face him, her gorgeous blue eyes piercing his.

"No daddy…tad poles in peoples!" she said smartly.

House looked for an excuse….ANY EXCUSE…to get out of this conversation.

"Uhh…honey this is a conversation that should come…hmm in about three million years."

Miranda's eyes grew big and her mouth opened slightly.

"Daddy…that's a reeeeaaaalllly looooong time to wait!"

"Yeah..and yet not long enough." He said picking her up and throwing her over his shoulder.

She giggled happily.

"What ya doing daddy?"

"It's bed time…you have school tomorrow and daddy has work…"

"Can't I sleep wit you daddy?" she asked holding onto his neck.

"Nope."

"Why?" she whined.

"Because you snore." He said dropping her onto the bed.

Miranda laughed and shook her head. "No I don't…you…you snore daddy!"

House gasped overly dramatically.

"I do not!" he said tucking her under the covers.

"Do to!" she said laying her head on the pillow.

"Nuh uh!"

"Yeah HUH!" she said laughing.

House kissed her cheek and caressed her head.

"I love you daddy!" she said closing her eyes.

"Really…I had no idea! I love you too munchkin!"

House's eyes were filled with unshed tears. He wished he could go back to that time, to the time when his baby girl was a baby again. When she asked him simple questions and praised him for getting them right. He missed her cuddling up next to him and watching TV. When he got out of here he would make it so they had that old relationship back. This one wasn't what he had in mind…he swore that his daughter would have better parents then he did. Looks like he was failing miserably.

There's another chapter...I didn't really want to have a mom character in here so forgive me if the part isn't dragged out any farther.