A/N: As always I would like to thank you for the kind reviews! This chapter contains a lot of medical info that I just pulled off of Google and molded to fit my story, I hope it is all correct. Please enjoy the latest installment of IALUTT.

Chapter Seven-Nothing More To Do

Thirteen is holding an oxygen mask to John's face while Taub and Foreman get the crash cart ready as a precaution. Chase is holding a frantic Blythe back who is yelling at John to breathe.

House sighs and runs his hand over his face; this case just became more complicated than he had hoped.

Wilson puts a hand on House's arm for support, which House immediately shrugs off. Knowing there was nothing more he could do for his friend, Wilson turns around and heads to his office. House walks into his own office once he is sure John is fully stabilized. An hour later the team files in with somber expressions on their faces.

"House," Foreman says, not liking his bosses back turned to them. House ignores him and closes the window on his computer, not before a loud moan echoes the office.

"Why are you watching porn on your work computer?" Thirteen asks with a small smile.

"Cuddy doesn't let me watch it at home with the munchkin around. I hope those are discharge papers in your hand." House asks Taub, not mentioning the incident this morning. Taub steps forward and hands the papers to House.

"This morning your father developed wheezing and as we were trying to stabilize him we noticed that his abdomen was swollen. We ran liver function tests and his liver is failing, ALT and AST are down remarkably." House sighs and walks into the other part of his office with his team following close behind.

House adds wheezing and liver failure onto John's initial symptoms of cough and fever.

"Fever could just be related to liver failure, or it could be a new symptom." Taub suggests.

"Great! Let's go with the new symptom idea. What does it tell us?" House asks.

"It could be hepatitis, that connects the fever and liver failure," Chase says.

"Hepatitis doesn't account for the lung symptoms." House says.

"That could just be from 50 years of smoking." Chase argues back.

"Fine, what else could it be?" House asks.

"It could be an autoimmune disease," Foreman pipes up from behind Taub. House takes a moment to consider it and nods.

"That is real specific," Thirteen says.

"Until we run ANA, we don't know which one." Foreman answers.

"Fine, go do an ANA and give the patient steroids as well as whatever you can think of to save the liver." House orders and grabs his cane that is lying on the floor.

"Where are you going?" Taub asks.

"I have to go tell my mother that her not-so-sick husband is actually all that sick." House mumbles and walks out heading down to his father's room. House pauses outside of the room, mentally preparing himself for the abuse of his father. You are just a doctor, and he is just another moronic patient. House thinks to himself and opens the door.

Luckily, John is sleeping and does not wake up when the glass door slides open.

"Mom can I talk to you outside for a second?" House asks Blythe who nods and walks out with House.

"What's going on Gregory?" Blythe asks with concern peppered into her voice.

"My team tells me that after dads wheezing this morning they found that his abdomen was swollen." House pauses wanting to make sure that his mother is following along. "Tests show that his liver is on the verge of failing. We are giving him drugs to prevent total failure, but since we don't have a diagnosis yet legally we can't put him on the transplant list." Blythe takes a few moments to process everything that House told her.

"So if the medicine doesn't work, how long will this liver last?"

"There is no way to know for sure, but around two or three days." Tears begin to gather in Blythe eyes threatening to fall.

"Greg you have to get Lisa to make an exemption! For God's sakes he is your father!"

"Mom, Cuddy doesn't have any say in the organ transplant committee's decision. Even if he gets a new liver, which he won't, the disease will just destroy that liver too." House lies a little, Cuddy does have a vote but his mom did not need to know that. Blythe lets out a sob and collapses into House. House tries to comfort his mom, but he cannot bring himself to feel the same way about his father. By the time Blythe has calmed down, the team shows up with medicine. House uses this diversion to sneak downstairs and talk to Cuddy.

As always House walks past the new temporary secretary and barges into Cuddy's office unannounced. However, Cuddy is in the middle of a phone call so House sits down and twirls his cane. No less than a minute later Cuddy hangs up the phone.

"Good morning House, what can I do for you?" Cuddy asks.

"Good morning Patty and Selma! Good morning Cuddy!" House says and reaches out to touch Cuddy's breasts.

"Hey we are at work, no touching." Cuddy says and swats his hand away. "Have you discharged your father yet?"

"No, he developed wheezing and now liver failure. Mom wanted me to ask you to put him on the transplant list."

"Have you found a diagnosis yet?" House shakes his head.

"Then you know that I can't do that, so what is the real reason you came down here?"

"I noticed that you are wearing a new top which is exceptionally low and as self appointed fashion consultant for PPTH I had to make sure you looked hot." Cuddy grins, knowing that House just wanted to come and see her.

"Well that was very nice of you, now go to the clinic."

"But moooooooooooom!" House whines and makes his best puppy dog face to try to change Cuddy's mind.

"I have been letting your clinic duty slide recently; a couple hours in the clinic won't kill you."

"If I come down with the Ebola because of a clinic patient, I am coming back and haunting your gigantic ass."

"Fine, as long as I get to sell your porn collection when you croak."

"WHAT! You evil cunning woman, I am hiding my porn collection tonight."

"I hope you hide it better than the last time. I woke up and Naughty Nurses 2 was sticking out of the mattress." House shakes his hand and stands up.

"You never told me about that! What did you do with it?"

"It's in a safe place; you will get it back once your clinic duty is over." Cuddy smiles with victory after she hears the door slam behind her.

Outside of Cuddy's office, House has an idea.

"Excuse me, Heather?" House asks the new secretary.

"It's Amy Dr. House. What can I do for you?"

"I just gave Dr. Cuddy a shot of estrogen for her upcoming operation could you make sure that she is okay?"

"Upcoming operation? Is Dr. Cuddy okay?"

"Yes, gender reassignment surgery is a minimally risky procedure. Dr. Cuddy should be just fine." House deadpans and limps to the clinic with a self satisfied smirk on his face.

Over the next three hours House swabs multiple crotches, delivers results on pregnancy tests and pacifys worried parents about their stupid children. Finally at about one o clock Wilson offers to buy House lunch in the cafeteria.

"What did you do to piss Cuddy off?" Wilson asks.

"Nothing yet anyway, I might have told her assistant something after I left though." Wilson can tell that House is proud of himself by the glimmer of mischief in his eye.

"House, what did you do?"

"Cuddy has a very valuable member of my porn collection hidden away somewhere and will release it only after I do the clinic all day. As I was leaving I told her secretary that I was in Cuddy's office to give her shots for her gender reassignment surgery." Wilson chokes on his Coke and looks at House with a cross between respect and fear.

"Cuddy is going to kill you when she finds out."

"No she won't because the secretary will never tell her."

"How can you be so sure?"

"First, she is new and won't do anything to ruin her precious job. Second, I caught her sleeping with a murse last week. Am I the only one that uses supply closets for good anymore?" Wilson rolls his eyes, but decides House is right as always.

"How's your father?"

"I was wondering when you would get around to that since that is the reason you voluntarily bought my lunch today."

"I buy your lunch every day."

"Yeah, but I have to hear you bitch about it the whole time. My dad's liver is failing, but I think it is some sort of autoimmune disease. The team is running an ANA."

"How did your mom react?"

"Like any spouse of fifty years would Wilson."

"Are you holding up okay?" Wilson asks although he knows House will deflect anyway.

"I'm just peachy, but have no fear; Cuddy will give me plenty of sympathy sex." Wilson rolls his eyes and begins packing up lunch.

"Why are you leaving so early? I thought we were just starting to bond."

"I am not going to enable your procrastination, go back to the clinic."

"Why are you always on her side? Can't you be my friend for once?"

"Cuddy's cheaper than you are."

"True, but I am a better cuddler than she is."

"Go back to the clinic House," Wilson says and leaves House at the table. House leaves the cafeteria and heads towards the exit, but Cuddy sees him and cuts him off in the lobby.

"Wilson texted you didn't he?" House asks Cuddy knowing that Wilson didn't have enough time to call her.

"Yes, go back to the clinic."

"I have reached my crotch swabbing quota for the day. Plus, my soaps are on in ten minutes."

"The AMA just upped their quota this afternoon and all the TV's are changed to the Home and Garden channel until five o clock tonight."

"Ouch, I better go to the clinic then." Cuddy narrows her eyes, realizing that House is going to make a run for it the first moment he gets.

"I am glad we have come to an agreement, I will personally escort you to the clinic myself." Cuddy grabs House's arm and pushes him towards the clinic doors.

"You know Cuddy, I am not going to self destruct because of John, and you don't need to give me mindless tasks to do all day." House whispers as they were entering the clinic.

"I know, but you are so behind on your hours, I thought today would be a good day to catch up." Cuddy responds, ever the administrator.

"Tell my team I am here if they come looking for me," House says and the couple parts at the clinic. By dinnertime the team says John is responding to steroids, but they haven't narrowed down an autoimmune disease yet. House is ready to see his last clinic patient of the day.

"What can I do for you today Mr. Whatever?" House asks not even going to bother reading the file.

"I have really bad explosive diarrhea and it won't go away." The anxious patient answers back.

"How many times a day?"

"Like 5 or 6," House whistles and the patient becomes even more embarrassed.

"I don't know what to do"

"I would invest in diapers" The patient pulls out a pack of nicotine gum which House notices.

"How many packs of those do you chew a day?"

"At the most two, I have been trying to quit smoking."

"Nicotine gum is made with sorbitol which is poisoning you. The gum will replace the cigarettes all you are doing is speeding up the process…" House trails off, suddenly having an epiphany.

"So am I going to be okay?" The patient asks and spits his gum out in a garbage can.

"Uh Huh," House says and limps as fast as he can out of the door. House punches the elevator button and arrives at the pathology lab within seconds.

"Stop your testing," House bellows. The team puts down their equipment and gives their full attention to House.

"What does he have?" Chase asks, recognizing the look on House's face.

"Alpha 1 Antitrypsin Deficiency!" House says.

"That doesn't make sense, why is he getting sick so fast?" Taub asks.

"My father has been a smoker for years, smoking speeds up the symptoms."

"If your father has A1AD then he is dead, the disease itself is fatal and your father already has a failing liver. He can't get a new one." Foreman states in a monotone voice.

"I know, but at least we solved it," House says.

"I'm sorry House," Thirteen offers, even though she knows it won't make any difference.

"Stop all medication and treatment," House orders.

"If we do that than your father will be dead within a few hours." Thirteen says.

"Were you not listening? John is going to die anyway, mind as well free up a patient room."

"Shouldn't we clear this with Cuddy?" Taub asks.

"Cuddy won't care, now go, I'm going to go home."

"What are we going to tell your mother?" Chase asks.

"Tell her that he has a fatal disease and without a new liver he will be dead within hours." House says.

"Don't you want to tell her?" Taub asks.

"No, you guys can handle it. I have to go relieve the nanny." House walks out of the lab and leaves PPTH.

"Dada!" Emma yells and lurches out of Marina's arms. House takes Emma and hands Marina her money for the day. House cooks dinner and Cuddy comes home at seven.

"I believe you left this in my office?" Cuddy asks and gives him the copy of Naughty Nurses 2 back. House accepts it and stuffs it into his backpack. Cuddy notices his bad mood, but she knows he won't want to talk about it in front of Emma.

"I am going to give Emma a bath," House mumbles and picks up a spaghetti clad Emma.

"DADA NO BAFF!" Emma shouts and hurries to get away.

"Come on squirt you're stinky!" House says and gently sets her down in the bath.

"NO STINK!" Emma yells and scrunches her face together in a pout.

"You look like your mother when you do that." House says and begins to wash her. Emma ducks away from the shampoo and starts crying.

"Dada no baff!" Emma says. House sighs, he had a long day and is now dealing with an uncooperative toddler.

"Emma if you be good for daddy he will get you lollipops from the hospital tomorrow." House swore to Cuddy that he will never bribe Emma again, but desperate times call for desperate measures. Emma only hears the word lollipop and she visibly brightens. House is able to bath her and put her to bed without any further problems.

"Are you ready to tell me what's on your mind now?" Cuddy asks when House joins her in bed.

"I would rather watch my newly returned porno with you."

"Greg" Cuddy says in a threatening tone.

"Lisa" House mocks back. Cuddy's face forms into a pout.

"Like mother, like daughter," House quips.

"It's not my fault that Emma picks up on things we say and do. Now spill the beans or you aren't getting any tonight."

"I diagnosed John with Alpha 1 Antitrypsin Deficiency. The disease complicated with liver failure is fatal. He has maybe a day left."

"I'm sorry Greg," Cuddy says and kisses House on the lips.

"I'm not, he was a horrible father. Have I ever told you that he is not my real dad?"

"No, when did you figure that out?"

"When I was twelve, I realized that my big toe is smaller than my second toe and his isn't. I told him what I thought and he didn't talk to me for a whole summer. That was the best summer of my life."

"Did you ever tell your mother?"

"No, I don't really want to hear her try to explain it."

"Greg, how about we don't talk about that for the rest of the night okay? I think I owe you for being a very good boy in the clinic today." House smiles with gratitude, he is more than willing to be distracted.

Around seven A.M the next morning House's cell phone rings. House mumbles something incoherent and grabs the phone off of the nightstand.

"This better be good," House sleepily answers.

"Time of death, 6:54 A.M," Foreman says and hangs up the phone. House takes a minute to process, hangs up the phone, rolls over and falls back asleep.

A/N 2: Next chapter is John's funeral; think of Birthmarks, but with Cuddy instead of Wilson in the car. Hilarity along with more serious moments will ensue. Reviews help the writing process! Thanks for reading.