Thank you for the reviews everyone! i'm Glad that you're all enjoying this. I cant remember who asked..but Stella's middle name thing...long story...if you go and read the authors note at the end of that chapter, that should explain it..if not..email me again...LOL

here are 2 more chapters..and hopefull 2 more will be up before i leave for my holiday...and until then...no fic till January...but that doesnt mean that you can scive of reviewing...LOL

and sorry to Torz and Theo for not advancing this...Forgive me!

Back at PPTH, Wilson was still in the lounge waiting with a bowl of Fritos in his lap watching Dr. Phil re-runs, while waiting for House to show up. It was 5.30pm. If he didn't show up soon, he was leaving. He was in Julie's good books now, and he hoped to keep it that way.

Just then, the door swung open and in limped House, with a scowl on his face. Clinic duty always put a scowl on his face, but the fact that Stella was back, and he didn't know about it made the frown lines deeper. He didn't like not being in the know. He was ALWAYS in the know, it was like an unwritten rule. House knew all. It was part of his MO.

He sat down next to Wilson, grabbing a handful of Fritos, and munched on them noisily.

"How did I not know that the devil-in- training was back?"

Ever since Stella had developed her 'motor' skills, she was always getting into things, knocking over plants, throwing her colored plastic blocks around at people while they slept (Wilson's first wife and House himself). She was an energetic, curious child, both angelic and wicked at the same time. House dubbed her 'Little Red Riding Hoodlum', before moving onto 'Godztella' when she turned five and developed a knack for dominating the dodge ball field.

The two men shared a rather peculiar relationship with Stella. They both filled the role of uncles in her life and at the same time, filling in the void left by her biological father. Stella had grown up not knowing who her real father was, and was more than happy to accept that her mother chose to raise her as a single mother, knowing that she had her two 'uncles' on her side.

Children's picture books depicting the ideal family, and picture perfect Daddy's did not deter her from this reasoning, nor did her primary school classmates questions about why she didn't have a dad. Her consistent reply throughout the years was "I don't need a dad; I have my Uncle Jimmy and House".

She didn't think of them as father figures until she was 8, after finding the true meaning of 'Dad'. In her young, but intelligent mind, a father was just the biological donor- the sperm bank, they were the half that helped to create her. She learnt that a Dad was someone who played games with her, fixed up the scrapes on her knees, teaching her to ride a bike…even if it was just House pushing her down the hill, and yelling "Pedal! BRAAKE!", resulting in Stella's first concussion. She had the teddy bear in Wilson, the one who would always cave in and play tea party with her, and the mischievous playmate in House, who helped her dissect a frog that they had nabbed from one of the teaching labs, just 'coz she was bored'. Her perception of the two had since changed after coming to this conclusion. Now, when asked who the two men were, standing over the punch bowl at her birthday parties, glowering at any boy who came close to her, she just said, "Oh, they're my Uncle Dad's."

"Hey!" House threw a couple of Fritos at Wilson's head to gain his attention.

"I told you! If you were actually working today, you would have seen her." Wilson replied as he flicked the chip from the top of his head, hanging off of every word that Dr. Phil was saying about serial Husbands.

"That wasn't my question. I wasn't asking how I didn't see her, I'm asking how I didn't know that she was coming back, did you know?"

"Nope, I thought she would have mentioned it in her emails. You know, I don't think that even Cuddy knew that she was coming home today."

"What, you mean Ms 'I know about everything that happens in my Hospital' had no idea that her daughter was coming here. Now that doesn't surprise me. The woman had no clue that anything was wrong with the girl in the first place." House muttered spitefully.

"That's not fair, none of us knew much. YOU only had suspicions, hell we all did. Besides, Stella's just as stubborn as you are and as bottled up as you."

"The least she could have done is talk to her-"

"Oh wait, did I just hear those words come out of Gregory House' s mouth? 'Talk to her'? Ladies and Gentlemen, we have a changed man!"

"Shut-up, all I'm saying is-"

"I know what you're saying, but the point is, You know Stella, the more we would have pushed her to talk, the more she would crawl back into her shell, you know that. We couldn't have done much more than we already did, so stop blaming me and Lisa and stop blaming yourself."

"She said that to me, before she left for that 'Happy Farm'."

"What?"

"It's not your fault."

Flashback

The airport terminal wasn't very busy. They never were early in the morning. The sounds of the café's opening up, coffee brewing, the beeping of the security doors rolling up, and business men and women walking around briskly, barking into their hands-free sets, scheduling meetings, canceling appointments and other things of the like as they waited for their early flights filled the waiting area. Wilson and Cuddy were talking by the lounge, Cuddy looking drawn and exhausted. By the window stood a waif looking teenager, her bloodshot eyes and deep bags hidden behind the dark sunglasses that she wore clutching a cup of Starbucks Coffee, staring out towards the runway.

"They'll still miss you if you run out there, they may be big, but they'll still miss you. It's all a fact of superiority. They'll see you first, and the little men with the walkie-talkie's will scream 'Crazy suicidal chick on the runway!'" House spoke softly, and tiredly.

Stella scoffed "House, I'm not suicidal. Nor do I have the energy to run out there or to fight off the security that for sure would be on my tail. But I'll give you a point for crazy."

"No, that's why you drove into a tree."

"I was dodging a fox"

"While off your face on vodka"

"Are we really going to do this now? The whole opening up crying thing, where you pretend to be sincere and understanding, and I pour my heart out to you admitting that I messed up? I've already admitted that I screwed up. And quite frankly, I'm tired and I don't want to have a battle of wills with you right now, but I'm sure that Mom will be happy to participate." Shot back Stella angrily.

"So you're just going to leave, run away, leave everything unresolved and bolt."

"You're one to talk! Who is the one who hid behind that bottle of Jack for months after Stacy? Who's the one who hid in the house for days after she left?"

"Hypocrite" they spat at the same time.

"I at least I kept on living my life" Stella muttered

"Oh great way of doing that!" He retorted.

"House, just STOP. Ok" She hated that she was feeling so weak and close to tears again. She wasn't so used to all this emotion, and it was in a way scaring her. It meant that she was human.

"It's weird isn't it." he said throwing a kleenex at her.

"What is?" she sniffed as she blew her nose.

"Feeling human, People make mistakes Stella."

"Yeah but not ME. I'm supposed to be the perfectly happy little girl who has everything she could probably ask for, and now look at me? So close to my wits ends and ready to jump ship."

" And along came House."

Stella sighed "Yeah, and along came you. And now, I'm off to re-hab, what FUN."

"Listen, Stella I'm-"

"Don't say you're sorry. Because that's not you, and I'm beginning to think that you're the one needing the happiness of this clinic rather than me. We're having a 'deep and meaningful' and neither of us has fallen dead yet."

House went to interrupt her but she cut him off.

"No hear me out. It's not hard. Everything that has happened over the last month was bound to happen eventually. Even if I did go 'Cheers' and pulled a Diane, I would still be a wreck. Stop blaming yourself for not noticing, or doing anything, because if history serves correctly, I would have done it sooner just to get you off my case. If this is anybody's fault, its mine – I'm the one took the car, I'm the one who boozed up, I'm the one who took those pills, and I'm the one who pushed everyone away. You can't help someone who doesn't want to be helped. Stop trying to apologize for something that is not your fault. But if you feel you absolutely need to apologize and 'make it up to me' just promise me you'll take care of yourself."

House was for once, speechless. It wasn't that he was blaming himself, or trying to apologize for anything. She was right, that wasn't him. He felt guilty, the biggest most perverse of the human emotions, and it was eating away at him. He couldn't help feeling guilt for not noticing the change in her personality, he was the best diagnostician and he couldn't even spot the subtlest change in her behavior. He didn't know what he would have done if anything had happened to her that night, that entire month. He would do anything to get her life back on track, not giving a damn about what the consequences would be for him. And there he was, standing beside his 'devil in training' while she began the road to redemption for her actions.

"All passengers for flight AJD 976 to Stockholm gates are open, please have your boarding passes ready."

Stella pushed away from the window throwing the coffee in the bin, as she and House joined Cuddy and Wilson at the departures gate.

She looked at each one of them, getting teary again.

"So this is it…take one last look, coz it's the last time you'll see me for a while."

Cuddy stepped forward and pulled her into a bone - crushing hug, as they both shed tears.

"Your uncle Will is going to meet you on the other end. Take care of yourself ok.

I love you."

Stella hugged her tighter "I love you too mom, and I'm sorry for putting you through all that crap." She whispered

"It's ok, you just concentrate on getting better alright." Cuddy gave her a kiss and let her go.

She turned to Wilson, whose hair was all ruffled up from lack of sleep.

She giggled "You need to brush your hair Uncle Jimmy."

Wilson picked her up in a hug,

"Take care of yourself Smelly Stelly… and eat some food!"

"Ok, but you have to stick with wife number 3, even if she does iron your socks"

"I'm gonna miss ya kid."

"Me too Uncle Jimmy" with that she stepped back and patted his head, like she had always done as a child, because he had fluffy pat-able hair.

"Hmm…I think you'll have to invest in some Rogaine soon." She sniffled laughingly.

Last but not least was House. They stood before each other, a little awkwardly, not knowing whether to hug or not. Finally, they both took a step forward at the same time, and she buried her face in his neck, like all the times she had done when she had nightmares as a toddler.

"Don't do anything crazy," she whispered.

"Watch out for the men in white" he whispered back.

They pulled back, and she gave him a sad smile. She slung her carry on bag over her shoulder and took a deep breath, pushing down her sunglasses, she took one last look at her family, capturing the before shot in her mind.

Giving them a smile, and a small salute, she handed her boarding pass to the attendant.

"Hey Medusa!"

Stella turned around,

"Remember, No boys, Boys are bad."

Stella laughed, "What about the girls?"

House paused, he wasn't expecting that. "As long as they're for me, Girls are bad too."

She smiled brilliantly for the first time in months, "Good bye Grumpy Greggy."

The trio stood by the window, and watched as the plane carrying the precious cargo took off into the sky.

"She going to be fine Lisa" House spoke quietly

"I know"

End Flashback

"She is you know." Wilson spoke, breaking House out of his reverie.

"What are you talking about now?" House said annoyed.

"Stella, she's fine, great even. I saw her today, she looked healthy and she looked happy."

"Did she really pick a fight with Cuddy's toy-boy assistant's ex-girlfriend?"

"Ohh yeah, I'm pulling the security tapes, it'll make an excellent Christmas Party video."

House grinned roguishly,

"So she's back…"

"Oh god-" Wilson rolled his eyes, House had his partner in crime back. Things around PPTH were going to get very interesting.

ok, PLEASE please please leave me a review...that was two parts in one for you...and the second part (with House's response) took me forever to figure out...its soo hard figuring out House's psyche...Lol

i hope to have more up for you before i leave... up comming...

Stella finds out about docmixer.. and replies toa convo pretending to be Cuddy

House and Stella Meet

Cuddy goes out on the blind date, and Stella and a Friend 'make poopy in their pants' during a horror movie night...!

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Cheers., Prinnie