Chapter 10

Summary: Dr. Gregory House is a genius when it comes to solving the unsolvable, but when his daughter falls ill, can he help to save her?

A/N: I'm sorry that this took so long to update. I hope that people like it nonetheless.

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Sam looked into the eyes of her children's paternal grandparents. They were a nice couple, devout, and had accepted her right away when she first told them about what had happened to her almost two years ago.

Sam grunted slightly as she forced herself onto her elbows. She really wanted to get out of her hospital bed sooner rather then later.

"Are you ok?" she heard a motherly like voice ask her. She smiled at the source of the voice.
"I'm fine," she said. She looked at Melinda Richards, who was in her mid-forties. Sam had always admired the woman, having seen her defeat cancer.

Melinda had short brown hair, and green eyes.

"These beds are stiff, that's all," Sam reassured. She brought a hand back to rub her back.

Melinda nodded her agreement. "I know," she said, placing a hand on Sam's shoulder. She looked around the room.

"Where are the twins?" She asked.

"They're at home," Sam said, "with my dad".

Ron Richards, who was the twins other grandfather, shook his head in sadness, "Is he still on the pain medication?" he asked, his brown eyes showing his concern.

Sam looked at him; words fleeted her for a moment. She hated when people asked her that question. To her, it seemed that they were judging her family.

"Yes," she answered finally, "he is".

"Well, that's a shame," Ron said, his eyes lowering to the floor, "A real shame."
"You're telling me," Sam said.

"My, aren't we the hub of activity?" she heard a familiar voice say from the door way.

She turned and smiled as she was surrounded with cries of "MOMMA!"

She flung her arms open as House placed the twins on the bed one after another.

"Hi Guys!" she greeted as she hugged her children.

Lisa tugged at House's pant leg, rising up her arms. House bent down and picked her up. She looked at the other two adults in the room. She smiled brightly at them.

"Hi!" she greeted.

Melinda got up out of the chair that she occupying, "Hello Greg, Lisa," she greeted as House and Lisa sat down in the chair.

"Hi," House said once they were seated. He rested Lisa on his lap.

Bethany looked at the other older man in the room, as if she was trying to figure out who he was.

Sam took notice of this and leaned in close to her daughter, "That's Grandpa," she said. She pointed to Ron, who smiled warmly at the young girl. Bethany looked at her mother, "You have two Grandpas," Sam told her.

Donavon took notice of the older man just then, and then he looked back at his mother.

"Two?" he asked.

House nodded, "You have two Grandpas," he answered. Donavon and Bethany looked at each other then, trying to figure out how that could be.

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Melinda and Ron caught up with House as he was loading up Sam's car at the end of the day. Bethany, Donavon, and Lisa were already buckled into their seats, with Bethany and Lisa dozing. Donavon was looking at a book.

"It was good to see you and the children again, Greg," Melinda said. House turned and looked at her, "It was good to see you both as well," he said. He placed his cane in the passenger side of the car.

"Grampa?" Donavon asked, causing both men to look at him, "Juice please?"

House retrieved a box of apple juice out of the diaper bag that he had brought along with him. He opened a box and handed it to the young boy.

"Here," he said. "Don't get any on the seat," he warned. Donavon nodded, "I won't," he promised.

He looked back up at the other two adults. "We have to get going," he said as he headed back to the driver's side of the car.

Melinda and Ron backed away as House got the engine started and slowly backed out of the garage. He waved at them as they did so.

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House walked into his grandchildren's room. He looked at the music covered walls. It had taken a lot of work to get the room just right, but it had been worth it. He looked over at Donavon, who was sleeping in his race car pajamas.

Bethany, who was dressed in her Care Bear pajamas, was awake. She looked like she was playing with one of her teddy bears. She turned and looked at him.

"Momma sick," she said. "Teddy sad," she added.

She held the bear close to her chest. "Teddy want Momma home."

House sighed as he limped into the room. He looked closely at the bear, then back at Bethany, who looked like she had been crying.

I thought that's what I heard, he thought to himself.

"Want Momma," she said, placing her head on top of the bears. She started sniffling.

House bent down and gently picked her up, wiping her eyes. "Come on," he said, walking over to the rocking chair that sat in the middle of the two beds.

He let her lean her tiny head against his chest as he rocked her back and forth.

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"Foreman has a theory," Cameron greeted as House and his trio walked through the door that lead into the larger office area.

House looked at the neurologist, "What is it?" he asked, going for his red coffee cup.

Lisa put hers, Bethany's and Donavon's bags on one of the empty chairs.

Foreman looked up at the older doctor, "I think that we should do a PET scan," he offered, "it may pick up something that the MRI and blood tests didn't".

Cameron nodded, "It could tell us if anything is wrong with her brain," she said. She looked up at House.

He nodded, "Do it," he said quietly.

"I want to be there when you do the test," he said a moment later. Foreman arched an eyebrow, but a stern look from Cameron squashed it.

"All right," he said.

House then turned to face Cameron, "Could you watch them?" he nudged his cup towards the trio of little people.

Cameron nodded, "I'd love to," she said.

"Thanks," House said as he and Foreman headed out. He turned and looked at the children, "Be good for Dr. Cameron," he said.

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Sam looked around the radiology department. It was a different part then the one that she had been in before. The other part had been dark, this wasn't, it was bright.

"I'm going to take some pictures of your brain," Foreman's voice said, bringing her attention to him.

"And while I'm doing that, I'm going to ask you some questions," he added.

Sam just nodded. She caught a look of her father, who was in the other room.

He looked sad. She felt like she was going to cry.

-End Of Chapter-

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