I'm back! Oh...and SPECIAL THANKIES to Kaibacorp345! These next few chapters are for you and my bestest buddy RAE!

And look CLOSELY: There's some funny House sarcastic humour in this chappie!


"I can't let him do that biospy, Allison, I'm sorry," Cuddy said. "Nor any blood tests to prove anything. I'm sorry, but it's against what I have to do."

Allison sighed and looked backwards into Shelby's room, where House was sitting on her bed with her in his lap, rocking her gently and just smiling at her. The scene broke her heart into shreds.

"Allison?"

She nodded. "I know...but you know how angry and heartbroken he'll be? Even if he won't show it? He's so attatched to her!" she looked back into the room, biting her lip to keep the tears. "He loves her."

"I know...I know he does, but..." Cuddy sighed. "You have to tell him, okay?"

Allison nodded. "I will," she mumbled, watching Cuddy leave. Then, she turned fully towards Shelby's room. "I'll tell him, alright..." she sighed. ''But he's not going to listen..."


"She WHAT?" House yelled. "I can't wait, Allison, you know that!"

''Shh, I know, I know we can't," Allison tried to quiet House down before Cuddy did show up and heard. "But--we have no choice, Greg. We'll just have to do what we can."

"I can't do that! She doesn't have time!"

''Well if you hadn't left your pills sitting where she could see them, then we wouldn't have to worry about this!" Allison yelled back, getting into it.

House sighed and looked at her. "Understand what I'm going to tell you..." he started.

"Oh, no...please tell me you're going to disobey what Cuddy said. She'll kill you for it!" Allison raised her voice again. "You can't afford gettting fired! Shelby needs you, Greg! Don't DO this!"

"It's the only way to see if we're right and it's the only way we can save her before it ends up being too late," House told her. "Do I make myself clear? Don't say anything..." he ended, limping out.

"...to anybody."


(1 Hour later...)

Allison jumped up when House returned from doing Shelby's blood tests. "Did you get them done? Without Cuddy knowing?" she asked anxiously.

House sighed, and Allison got worried. "You didn't?"

"I did alright," he muttered in frustration. "But they take four days. Shelby's only got about two days left if we're lucky. She can't wait that long," he explained, watching Greggie tug on Allison's shirt.

"Four days?" Allison asked incredulously, picking up her impatient son. "And she's only---what now? There's nothing else you can do!"

House got a certain look of satisfaction in his smirk. "There's always a brain biopsy to do and a liver biopsy. Those are the only two things that will tell us for absoloutely sure."

Allison looked shocked as she pushed her hair away from Greggie. "But--I--and Cuddy. Please...don't! You can't afford to get fired! You can't! Who'll help her then? Who?"

"I know it's risky...that's why I love it so much," House smirked again. "That's the whole fun in going against Cuddy. She finds out, we threaten each other and have fun with it. She doesn't find out, it only gets a whole lot better for me."

"But--but how are you going to do a biopsy without her confirmation? She comfirms everything!" Allison pressed on. "You can't get away with it unless you get a 'yes' from somebody."

"Hmmm...let me think. I confirmed with Doctor House, and he said 'yes'," Greg told her, grabbing his phone. "So, I'm all set!"

Allison rolled her eyes. "You're so childish, I'm tellin' you."

"Which is why you love me so much," House smirked at her, dialing.

"Who're you calling?" she demanded.

"Stacy," House told her. "I decided to leave you," he added, rolling his eyes. "Yo! Wilson! I got a biospy scheduled for, oh, about two this afternoon, ya in? Great!"

Allison rolled her eyes. "Draggin' Wilson into this now...who else?" she muttered.

"Yeeeah, Chase, I need you and Foreman down here now to discuss a scheduled biopsy..."

"Shoulda guessed," Allison sighed, setting Greggie down, who ultimately ran to the whiteboard and picked up a marker. (which, bytheway, the whiteboard had writing about Shelby on there still...)

"Woah, woah! Ally! The board!" House yelled, watching Greggie write on the board over Shelby's list of causes and symptoms.

Alison whirled around and grabbed him. "Woah, there, Little Daddy," she joked.

"New pet name?" House asked,

"Yep! Since he acts and looks just like you," she smirked.

"Ahaha," House smirked back. "You gonna stick around for Shelly or bite Daddy's back about and for it?" he asked, going to the board.

Allison turned around to see Wilson, Chase, and Foreman walk in just then. "Guess I'm stayin'," Allison shrugged, sitting in her usual spot with Greggie on her lap.

"What's with the biopsy discussion?" Foreman asked first.

"Shelby! Gonna do a brain or live biopsy," House said cheerily. "You guys get to choose!"

"What about Cuddy?" Chase asked.

"Don't care!"

'But--" Wilson started, then stopped and scoffed. "You're willing to get fired for doing a pointless biopsy on your daughter?" he asked incredulously.

House looked down. "Yeep--that's how it is when you love your children and your first born. Sorry you don't know how it FEELS..."


"Baby...Shel," Allison gently roused Shelby. "Hi, baby," she smiled, brushing away a strand of hair.

"Mommy...Daddy..." Shelby smiled weakly to both her and House.

Allison looked sideways at Greg. "Are you sure about this? Really sure?"

House looked at Allison, then to Shelby. And with real sincerity, he answered, "Yeah---I'm absoloutely positive. I'm not backing down without a fight."

Chase, Foreman, and Wilson soon walked in not a moment too soon. "Is she all ready?" Foreman asked.

"Ye-"

"NO! She's not going anywhere!" Lisa Cuddy yelled, storming into Shelby's room. Oh, boy... House thought, She knows...either that or somebody ratted me out to her...

House sighed. "Oh, gret. The Wrath of Aunt Lisa. What do you want? I'm trying to save a life here...wait, let me rephrase that: I'm trying to save a life of mine."

Cuddy looked incredulously from Shelby to the other five in the room. "What is wrong with you guys! Are you totally disobeying me on purpose!"

Nobody said a word and looked only at each other until Cuddy turned to House. ''I expected better from you. I hate, yet love to do it, but you're fired, House! I mean it! I told you to stay away from her case! I told you to let somebody else take it! But as always, you have to have it your own way! And I mean fired as in 'Drop her case and fired'!"


Unbelievable. Completely and totally unrealistic.

Cuddy had fired his sorry butt and what was he doing? Sitting his sorry butt at a bar drinking his sorrows away and down until they were gone. By now, he was seriously drunk, and was in no condition of driving his Honda motorcycle whatsoever. Yet, he had to get home, and Allison was probably going to be furious as him for this.

Staggering to his feet, House made his way the best he could out to his Honda and got on, his right thigh screaming in pain, which he ignored for now.

Riding at 100 MPH, it was no wonder that House didn't crash and cause a wreck with his blurred vision. Yet, he made it fine to his apartment, changed, grabbed a half-filled bottle of whiskey and his Vicodin to the piano.

He sat down and started playing and was half-way through when Allison walked in, looking irked and mad. "Where were you?" she demanded almost immediately.

"Where's Greggie?" House slurred, still playing.

"At your mother's," Allison looked at him. "You're--drunk. Greg! Is this what you do after getting fired and not being able to help Shelby? Drink and quit?" she hollered.

House stopped playing and looked up, his wasted eyes full of anger. "Well I'm SORRY! I'm sorry that I'm not perfect, Allison! Godforbid I'm anything BUT!"

Allison's eveloped tears ran freely down her face wildly. "Stop saying that! Stop it, Greg! You don't know what you have! I love you! SHELBY needs you!" she screamed. "Come back to the hospital and beg Cuddy for your job back! Or at least sneak behind her back like you always do and help your baby girl!"

"I can't," House muttered.

"What?"

''I can't! She'll find out again and again no matter what I do!"

Allison gritted her teeth. "You're different. I don't know you--you're NOT the man I married!"she sobbed angrily. "Come find me when you really care!" she added before leaving, House left alone devestated as ever before in his emptiness...without Allison...without Shelby...


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