Chapter 11:

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?

Disclaimer: I don't own this show, or "Thomas the Tank Engine."

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Before Sam knew what was going on, she was being ushered into the machine, with the image of her father nearly in tears haunting her.

She sighed as she heard Foreman's voice come over the speakers; "Ok," he said, "we're going to get started".

"I'm ready," she replied.

"Ok, first question," He started, "what's your full name?"

She took a deep breath before she answered, "Samantha Ann House".

"When is your birthday?" she heard him ask.

"September 17th, 1985," she replied into the thin air.

In the control room, Foreman glanced over at House, who nodded.

"Next question," Foreman went on, "What is your daughter's full name?"

"Bethany Victoria Richards," she replied.

"Good," Foreman replied, looking at the images that he was getting on his screen, "you're doing very well Sam," he told her over the speaker.

"Next question," he went on, "what is your son's full name?" he asked, punching another image up onto the screen.

"Donavon Gregory Richards," she replied.

Foreman looked over at House, who nodded. House then got up and limped over to the microphone controls, "What is your favorite type of music?" he asked.

"Classical and Musicals," she answered. She didn't have to ask who had taken over the mike.

In the booth, Foreman was giving House a glare, but in typical House fashion, the older doctor paid no attention to it and went on with his questions.

"What kind of drugs did your mother become addicted to?" He asked.
Sam didn't answer for a full moment, and House knew that he was wrong for even daring to ask her that type of question. Especially right now, when she was trying to focus on getting better.

"I'm sorry Sam," she heard him say.

"No," she replied, "It's ok, I'll answer the question."

She took a deep breath and slowly let it out, "Heroine," she said.

"My mother became addicted to Heroine."

"Where did you live before you were able to move out her?" he asked.

"Tent City, New York," came the answer.

"How long did you live there?" Foreman said, taking back the controls to the microphone.

House gave him a look.

Foreman ignored it and went about his job.

"Nearly a year," she answered.

"With whom did you live there with?" Foreman asked.

"A couple of friends and my cousins," she said.

House got back on the mike, "How were you able to pay for rent each month?" he asked.

"I did every odd job that was legal in the state of New York, while one of my other friends found work by videoing stuff for the local news," she answered.

"What about the others? Didn't they have jobs as well?" Foreman asked.

"Yes, but we used that money for food," Sam replied.

"Ok," Foreman said a moment later, "We're done here."

Sam took another long breath as Foreman and her father crossed over to her. She smiled at them, "How'd I do?" she asked.

House looked at her, "you did well," he told her. She, in turn, smiled at him.

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House sighed, pacing back and forth in his office. He was looking at the results of the PET scan. It was clean. Just like every other test that they had done on her brain.

He looked around his office: Lisa was drawing a picture at his desk, and the twins were playing quietly in the other room.

"Look Daddy," Lisa called from her little make shift art station. She was holding up her creation. House limped over and examined the picture.

"Grave Digger?" he asked, pointing to the truck that was in the picture.

The younger House nodded, like her father and older sister, she loved to watch Monster Trucks. And also like the other two, she was a fan of Grave Digger, who was a crowd pleaser.

He took a closer look at the picture just then, noticing that there was a woman in the picture that was being crushed by the machine. He didn't have to ask who it was, he already knew. It was Charlotte.

"See?" Lisa said, pointing, "He's crushing a witch!"

"Who looks like Mom," he pointed out.

Lisa's face did a summer salt, "Momma IS a witch," she pointed out. House nodded, he couldn't argue with her thinking.

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House was sitting at his desk later on that day, Lisa was playing with the twins in the other room, with Cameron volunteering to stay late and watch over them. At least that's what she told him. He was beginning to think that there was another reason.

But he didn't ask her.

He looked at Sam's file. He noticed that she hadn't had a Lumbar Punction. He grabbed the phone that was on his desk and dialed up the nurse's station.

"Page Dr. Foreman, please," he asked.

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Foreman scowled as he walked into House's office.

"Why haven't you given Sam a Lumbar Puncture yet?" House asked, closing Sam's file and looking up at the other doctor.

"Because Cameron…." Foreman began.

"Cameron is not her parent," House interrupted.

Foreman forged the urge to scream at the older doctor, " No, but she is Sam's doctor," Foreman pointed out, "not you."

"Let me stat again," House said, getting up from his desk and turning to look out of one of the big windows.

"She is my daughter, and I am asking you to give her a Lumbar Puncture," he said.

Foreman looked at House then, and upon seeing the way that House was looking back at him, like a father rather then a doctor, his expression softened.

Foreman knew then and there that he was wrong to jump down the man's throat like he had.

"I'm sorry," he muttered finally.

House turned back to face him, but didn't say anything. All he did was nod, indicating that he accepted the apology.

He watched as Foreman turned and walked out.

When he was gone, House ran his hand over his mouth and finally rested it on his chin.

He looked at the younger members of his family, watching as they played. He wished that he had that much energy. Physically that is. A set back to getting older, he mused to himself. He was as imaginative as ever. Having children had done that for him.

"Grampa?" Bethany asked, making House look at the young child. She was holding something out.

"What's that?" he asked, looking at the toy that she was holding.

"Doll," she said.

"Doll wants hug," she added a moment later, handing the toy over to House, who bent down and hugged her instead.

Bethany got up on her knees and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Then she got up off of his leg and ran into the other room, returning shortly with her bag.

She opened the bag and began to fish around for something. When she found what she wanted, she opened it and walked back over to House.

"Hand," she said, taking his hand and placing some chocolates in it.

"For Grampa," she said, taking her hands and putting them behind her back. She smiled sheepishly at him.

"Thank sweetie," he said, taking the treats and placing it into his mouth.

He turned and looked at the over stuffed "Thomas the Tank Engine" that Donavan had brought with him. It was lying on its side.

"Thomas night-night," the boy told him.

"Ok," House replied, "We'll be quiet then".

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Sam craned her neck to see who it was that was opening her door. It was a nurse, with the wheel chair that she had requested. She groaned as she slowly got up out of her bed and made her way to the chair, dragging her I.V. stand with her.

"Where to?" the nameless nurse asked in a pleasant tone, pushing the chair out of the room and heading for the elevator.

"Chapel," Sam responded. She would have pushed it herself, but she had to hold on to the stand. The nurse didn't even blink, but nodded and kept on going.

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When Sam entered the Chapel, she noticed a being sitting in the front row of pews. She gently managed to push herself and the I.V. stand over to the person's side. She held her breath when she saw who it was.

It was Robbie. And he was crying.

"What's wrong?" She asked. He turned and faced her.

"Hey Honey," he mumbled quietly and smiled.

"Hey," she returned.

"How do you feel?" he asked, trying to avoid asking her earlier question. She wouldn't have it though, "what's wrong?" she asked again.

Robbie shook his head, and turned away from her.

"My mother," he said finally, he looked down at his hands, "she's died".

Sam put a comforting hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry," she said quietly.

He put a hand over hers.

"Thanks," he told her quietly.

"No problem," she said, "I know what it's like to lose a mother."

Robbie looked at her, but didn't say anything.

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When Sam got back to her room, she found her thoughts drifting towards Robbie. She hopped that he would be able to handle what had happened. She also hopped that she could be there to help him get through this.

She looked at the door, another kind of hope coming to her. The kind that only her father and his team could provide for her. She hopped that they would be able to help her get better. She knew that her father, in his own way of course, was looking for some sign as to what was going on.

She also knew that, even though he didn't believe in God, that he was probably doing some indirect praying for her health. She had certainly been doing it for him over the years.

She remembered then the debate that they often had over what he said that he believed. She always told him that he believed in science. He told her that he believed in facts. When ever he told her that, she would always remind him that facts are science.

She had always loved having that debate with him. Now, she found herself wishing more and more that they would be able to again.

-End Of Chapter-