After his conversation with Wilson, House couldn't stop thinking about Cuddy. The woman had enough to deal with without worrying herself over what's going on his life. Then again, House had been kind of an ass towards her lately but then again, when was he ever not?

You have to tell her. To ease her conscious and make it clear that none of this has anything to do with anything she might have done.

"Damn."

This being said, House made his way over to the dean of medicine's office with a mission to make things right between them. Or, as right as things have ever been.

As he entered the room House could tell Cuddy had been crying, the mascara running down her cheeks was a bit of a give away as she noticed him standing in front of the desk.

"What do you want House?"

"To apologize."

Thinking this was one of his games. Lisa crossed her arms over chest and arched an eye brow which prompted a smirk from the diagnostician.

"If that look was supposed to intimidate me then I suggest you wipe away the eye liner otherwise you'd just look like a sad clown."

Hearing this sent chills up Lisa's spine as she retrieved a compact from her desk drawer and began fixing herself up then put it away.

"You were saying?"

"I was saying…I came here to apologize to you. I'm sorry you've been so nuts lately and I know its been because of me."

That may have come out wrong.

"I don't know what your talking about."

"Tell that to Wilson."

"(sigh) That man is just as bad if not worse then the nurses when it comes to gossip and rumors."

"He gets it from me."

Cuddy couldn't help but smirk at this comment. As much as she hated to admit to herself House was right. She had let her concern for him impair her actions and in so doing been wrecked with worry.

"Your right. I'm sorry I shouldn't have…"

"I can't believe what I'm hearing! I came in here trying to apologize for something that I've done and your to busy wallowing in your own misery to even accept it."

"hmm, who does that sound like?"

"That's not the point. (sigh) I need you to listen to me."

The sincerity in House's voice and eyes stopped Cuddy from speaking another word while she gestured for him to go ahead.

"First of all, let me start by saying that the reason I've been acting so un-house and dare I say it nice, lately has nothing to do with you…In the simplest terms the reason is, I found my dad."

Hearing this sent chills up Cuddy's spine yet again as she was not shy in making her confusion be known.

"Your father died eight years ago."

"Well, yes and no. The man I thought was my father died eight years ago but it turns out he was just a replacement. My actual biological father is alive and well and living in Lexington New Jersey."

"What?"

Nodding his head in response to this question, House began to enlighten Cuddy on the story behind his rather sorted past and mystery behind his childhood. After House had told Cuddy the truth behind who his actual father was and how John House had married his mother in his absence, the diagnostician tapped his cane on the floor several times before meeting her gaze once again.

"So, what do you think?"

"Its unbelievable."

"I know."

"How are you handling all of this?"

At this question House shrugged while puffing out his cheeks and then letting the air out in a most routine manner. He knew that this response could either make or break the kind of relationship he had with Cuddy. If he couldn't open up to her about this then what would he be willing to open about? Anything? Nothing? What?

"Honestly? I was numb for a long time after I found out. It was the kind of feeling that know alcohol or narcotic could take away or recreate. All of the anger I felt towards John House the man who I thought was my father didn't matter anymore. I knew that and yet, it wouldn't go away. I mean, how the hell could he not tell me who my real father was? Sure, I figured it out when I was twelve but still…"

"Wait a minute. How could you possibly have figured something like that out at such a young age?"

At this comment, House was tempted to utter the first thing that popped into his head. Because I was a genius even then but decided against it. Now was not the time to boost his ego no matter how tempting an idea it may have been.

"I have a distinctive red birth mark on the top of my scalp that matched a certain friend of the family."

That was all House had to say for the puzzle to come together for Cuddy.

It didn't surprise her that House was able to make this connection even if he was a kid at the time. That was just the kind of man he was.

"It just made sense and you couldn't deny it even if you tried."

"You know me so well. Unfortunately, my mother and John didn't see it that way. When I asked my mother about it she denied it and claimed it was all in my head. How's that for irony? And John, well, he was keen to give me the silent treatment until I stopped asking questions while making the only way of communicating to me during this time was slipping notes under my door whenever he had something he wanted done."

"If you only had known your theory was true before. Then you wouldn't have had to…"

Cuddy could bring herself to finish this statement. …Then you wouldn't have had to put up with any of his abuse. It wouldn't have been appropriate and she knew House wouldn't have appreciated it.

"Then you wouldn't have had to eat any of his meals."

"Nice try Cuddy, but the only thing he was good at making was a reservation. I had never seen him cook anything in my life and I'm pretty sure that's a good thing."

This being said, the emotionally and physically wounded man made his way over to the door and was about to make a quick exit when he was stopped by Cuddy's voice behind him.

"So, we're okay?"

"That's up to you boss lady. Personally, I'd prefer it if we were but then, that's just me being the optimist that I so rarely am."

"Good night House, see you tomorrow."

Yeah, we're going to be okay