Titled: Four Brothers XXI
Author: wheretobe
Rating: PG
Summary: The story of four Sons, Christopher James House, Daniel Matthew and William Gregory House.
Authors note: R&R highly appreciated. This is a very AU story and just a try and see if I could pull it off. Thanks to my beta readers, Nitsa and rockxhuddy!

Pairing: Huddy
Disclaimer: I don't own House or its characters Fox does tho, I just used them shamelessly for this snippet.

To all the reviewers: lots of thanks and hugs. Your replies really helped me along!!!

Christopher, Daniel and William

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'Look there's still a spot.'

Laughter filled the room and a tiny hand,with red paint all over it softly stroked over her swollen belly, wiping the paint everywhere.

She laughed fully as the boy looked at his fingers cross eyed and then wiped his hands on the old shirt she had put on him. He looked absolutely adorable, the shirt more than 3 sizes too big. It was his fathers who hadn't been able to make it home early due to another case.

Grabbing the camera she made the snapshots and then went with her boy to the bathroom, the two taking a longish relaxing bath together.

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Tears escaped her eyes when she woke, devoid of any memory of her son but the one she had just dreamed about. And Lisa couldn't even be sure that that was a real memory or just a dream. She had known that apparently she had been pregnant with twins before the accident happened, they had to be delivered due to her internal bleedings. Her mother had showed her pictures of her sons but until they where off the oxygen they had to stay in NICU, the doctors also wanting to make absolutely sure that nothing had harmed them during the accident.

The day before She had met Christopher, her oldest son, and she was heartbroken that she could not remember him at all.

Outside House was just strolling into the corridor after having visited the twins and bringing Chris to day care. Under his arm was a scrapbook filled with pictures of Cuddy and Chris and sometimes even him. As he walked into her room he found Lisa on her bed, crying silently. Wiping her eyes furiously she put on her brave face when House walked in.

'Why did nobody tell me about Christopher?'

Pulling a chair close to her bed he sighed then sat handing her the baby scrapbook.

'It's a little more difficult than you think and we didn't want to stress you even more after telling you that you have two twin sons.'

'We! We have two twin sons. I remember a little more about you now. And since you are the only one always here and with me as well as with the children. Stop keeping things from me!'

The last part was half yelled but House didn't give her the satisfaction of flinching.

'We can't flood you with everything. You want to know why we hold things back? Because I will not watch you hurt again! You need to take baby steps, one at a time.'

Huffing Lisa flipped the book open, images flooding her mind, just fractures of memories, fractures she couldn't put together.

'The thing with Christopher is difficult. He isn't ours. His mother died when he was a baby, she was a good friend of yours and left you with custody. You adopted Chris. Thats Tamara his mother.'

The first picture in the book was that of a middle aged Asian woman smiling into the camera brightly, practically glowing, her hands proudly pointing to her very large belly. Lisa stroked over the picture ever so softly trying to remember her.

'She was beautiful.'

'I never knew her.'

'Can I see the twins today?'

Sighing House looked at her sternly.

'I can't move you, Evil nurse Brenda would kill me.'

'Bring them here. Dr Chase told me they are doing good. Please I want to see my babies.'

She looked at him desperately and he couldn't say no anymore.

'I think I can do that after Lunch. Then the last of their examinations will be done.'

Lisa flipped through the pages looking at the pictures longingly.

'Tell me about us Hou...Greg.'

'Not much to tell. You finally gave into your hots for me.'

An incredulous look and snort from her told him she didn't believe a word he said.

'We've...known each other for a long time. It just happened and Chris played a big part in it. I helped you some with him and he liked me.'

'A little matchmaker.'

'You want to see him? He would be happy to see you.'

Nodding she handed House the book again.

'Keep it. I will get Chris. Anything I can bring you?'

'You could get a nurse with a pump before my chest explodes.'

Pulling a face Lisa looked down at her chest and flinched at the uncomfortable pressure. One thing no one had considered was all the milk flooding her breasts or pumping it off. There was no way she could breast feed the twins until all the antibiotics and pain killers where 100 out of her system.

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'Dada!'

With a squeal of happiness Christopher shot towards him, more and more sure on his own legs each day, since he had to walk a lot. In the last few weeks neither Cuddy nor House could carry him around much and that had only been beneficial for tiny Cuddy's walking performance.

'Hey devil spawn. What do you say about visiting your mother? I bet you'd like that.'

House held his hand out for the little one to grasp, and bend awkwardly so he could lead the child. They had tried without lead but Christopher had run off. Wilson had found him a few minutes later in the oncology stations own kind off cafeteria, being fed by elderlies with chocolate cake, looking very happy and pleased, not to mention that since then everyone demanded another visit.

Now the boy happily walked along side House who soon let the boy hold onto his cane again, it made them look funny while walking but at least House's back and leg weren't protesting from the strain.

'I hope you've been up to no good since I was gone.'

'Yes.'

Came the cheery reply and House was not really sure that Chris really understood. Lately he had been picking up many words and had exclaimed them happily. Once he had screamed 'Yes' as a nurse had slipped on the wet floor and fell, the boy giggling happily when everyone stared at him.

House had stood with him in his arms, smirking proudly while Cuddy looked as if she wanted to laugh and was holding it back real hard.

'Should we bring Mom something?'

Chris sighed as if he was thinking hard and then got distracted by something. House grabbed his hand again groaning in pain and held him back.

'No running off. I loose you your mother kills me. Though I have often thought about letting you lose my little free running chaos theory. Oh the mischief that you could spread.'

Once they reached Cuddy's room Christopher got antsy making House wonder just how sure he knew who was in the room. House picked him up, Chris struggling soon to be let down again and walk on his own. Frowning up at his father for thinking he needed to be carried.

Once inside the room his tiny face brightened as he saw his mom on the bed.

'Mama?'

Lisa looked up fascinated at the young boy standing before House. He looked at her all happy and it made her eyes tear over once more. His eyes where a chocolate brown, sparkling with childish curiosity and laughter, he waved at her in a child like way.

'Hey sweetie!'

Holding her hand out of the bed she beckoned for him to come over and grasp it.

'Let me take a look at you.'

Still a little reluctant Chris went over to her, remembering the way she had refused to hug him the other day. But her smile lured him and he went, his smile growing bigger with each taken step. When he made it to the bed he reached up again and frowned.

'Mama up.'

'Greg can you lift him on the bed?'

House rolled his eyes but did anyways knowing both wouldn't let up until he did. He positioned Chris next to his mother, helping him sit so that he wouldn't squish any of the IV lines. A smile plastered on Lisa's face as she looked at him. He was the boy from her dream, once again reaching for her tummy, looking confused as he found the bulge had gone. There was this feeling residing deep inside of her as she stroked over his soft cheek. It was familiarity.

'Wondering why mommy isn't fat anymore, eh?'

A glare from Lisa made his smirk leave, reminding him that this wasn't his old Lisa, she didn't know it was only banter. But Chris trying to press his hand into her still bit aching belly made her look turn to him. Stopping him softly she shook her head. She stroked over his hair and face, letting Christopher grab her hand and play with it and trying to memorize every feel.

'Nurse been here yet for your ...chest problem?'

'Yes. When will I be released?'

Her whiny voice again, she knew his resolution was easier to break when she used it.

'Maybe next week. Maybe we should get a Nanny for when you come home.'

'NO! I won't give my children to someone else.'

'Cuddy...three children. Not one. You'll be alone with the twins. I can take Chris with me but are you sure you can deal with two...'

'Are you worried I won't know what to do? Because my memory hasn't left me that much. They are my children even if I don't remember bearing them. And I will be able to handle it. Let me at least try. If it doesn't work we can still get a housekeeper.'

'Fine, you get your will. But only because I know how you can be when you don't. I'll cut off my clinic hour's so I can be home with you earlier.'

Something was in that sentence that disturbed her, her mind reeling. Images flicked through her mind, images of him in clinic, images of him playing PSP in an exam room and suddenly she thought she knew and always had known that he had to be forced to do clinic hours.

'You will not weasel out of your clinic hours. I bet I have clinic hour plans and I bet you are behind on them. Am I right or will I have to ask Wilson?'

House groaned and rolled his eyes but then smiled softly.

'You remembered that.'

'I see snippets of past sometimes. You hat clinic. I think I remember practically dragging you there...'

She frowned and thought for awhile.

'...and something about a Monkey on Motrine.'

He was amazed how her mind seemed to only remember what she wasn't supposed to, huffing he rolled his eyes.

'Fine if you want to be this way.'

He grabbed her hand and squeezed it ever so softly his eyes showing his real emotion.

'Oh don't you love it?'

He felt a responding squeeze in his hand. Their eyes met and he knew then that everything would somehow be ok. Even if she didn't remember, they could do this. They would work through this.

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By noon Christopher was back in his day care group and House was, together with Wilson, wheeling the Twins to Lisa's room. Another week and they would be out of their Incubators and could finally be picked up. House had to admit that since they were born it was itching in his fingers, that longing to hold his sons.

Inside her room Cuddy immediately started gushing at the babies, tears streaking down her cheeks as she softly stroked over the glass while Greg rattled of their birth data's.

'God...they're so tiny and so handsome.'

'Well I would say that's more you than House.'

Wilson threw in from the far corner of the room watching his friends happily. Lisa was practically glowing and you could see that she had made huge steps from just those meeting with all three of her sons and for the first time in days he was sure she would get better.

A little longer chapter. Hope you enjoy.