"Hurry up," House's petulant voice whined over the speakers.

"I can't make the machine work any faster," Wilson replied. "Keep still."

"I don't see why we're doing this stupid MRI anyway," House sighed. "You're not going to find anything."

"You don't know that," Wilson rolled his eyes, almost able to see House pulling a face. "Keep. Still."

"I have a patient who could be dying right now!" House complained. "And Cuddy hasn't lost her temper in nearly three hours now. She's going to think she's off the hook for the day."

"We'll be done quicker if you just lie still," Wilson sighed exasperatedly.

The door to the MRI room suddenly opened. Wilson turned the machine off and went out to see exactly what it was that Kutner wanted.

"I'm trying to do a scan here," he said.

"Yeah, I know," Kutner had the good grace to look embarrassed at least. "But I need House to take a look at this."

House had shuffled out of the MRI machine and limped across the room, taking the x-ray out of Kutner's hands and examining it. He frowned slightly.

"Well that's not supposed to be there," he muttered, grabbing his cane.

"House, we're not finished," Wilson protested as the other doctor headed for the door, Kutner following.

"It can wait," House waved the x-ray vaguely as he disappeared.

Sighing, Wilson turned back to the MRI in order to print off what information he had. Packing up the scans into House's file, Wilson tucked it under one arm and let himself out into the hallway.

Halfway up to his office he ran into Cuddy coming the other way. She had that 'I've spoken to House and now I want your version of events' look on her face. Wilson smiled as she stopped in front of him.

"Doctor Penn?" She began.

"Uhh... what about him?" Wilson frowned slightly.

"He's your psychiatrist yeah?" Cuddy checked.

"Yeah... why?" Wilson asked confused.

"House sent the bill for the webcam link to him," Cuddy replied. "Said it was therapeutic."

"Well..." Wilson considered. "It... it was..."

"But perhaps not something that he should've charged your psychiatrist for?" There was a hint of a smile on Cuddy's face.

"No," Wilson agreed. "But it's the hospital that pays for it officially isn't it?"

"Yeah," Cuddy nodded. "Don't worry, I'll let this one slip. Just keep him under control."

"I'll try," Wilson chuckled. "It's not as easy as all that."

"You're a good influence on him Wilson," Cuddy patted his arms as she wandered off.

Wilson smiled slightly and carried on towards his office. Once he was sat down behind his desk, he opened up House's file and began comparing the scans. After a moment, and several times double checking he paged House, shaking slightly.

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"Stop complaining," Ianto said as Jack groaned for the thousandth time that morning.

"It's not my fault the baby's decided to squish my bladder," Jack replied as he made the trip from the sofa across the Hub to the loo for the thousandth time.

"Yeah, but we don't all need to know about it," Ianto chuckled following. "You won't have to put up with it much longer anyway."

Jack cradled the seven month old bump as he went into one of the cubicles. Ianto stood outside trying not to look like he was being protective. In the past few weeks he'd taken to following Jack like a lost puppy.

"You know I can pee by myself," Jack smiled slightly, knowing Ianto was just outside the cubicle.

"I know," Ianto said. "I'm just..."

"Protective," Jack finished Ianto's sentence as he came out of the loo. "It's fine, I don't really mind."

"I'm just worried," Ianto admitted. "I mean after everything we've been through what if the birth-"

"It won't," Jack dried his hands once he'd washed them and kissed Ianto softly. "He'll be fine ok?"

"But what if-"

"No 'what ifs'," Jack said quickly. "We're going to have this baby and we'll be great parents and bring him up to be a proper little alien hunter, ok?"

"Ok," Ianto nodded weakly, hugging Jack. "I'm still terrified though."

"Why?" Jack asked bemused.

"Becoming a parent is the scariest prospect I've ever faced," Ianto grinned. "Not even catching Weevils is this scary."

"Yeah," Jack kissed Ianto again, taking his hand and leading the way back up to the main part of the Hub. "You're right there."

He sat back down on the sofa, Ianto perching beside him. Gwen and Elvis were out checking to see if the reports of a haunted house had any rift involvement they should know about and Melody was down in the archives looking up some past autopsy reports, so Jack and Ianto pretty much had the Hub to themselves.

"He's still kicking," Jack said, taking Ianto's hand and guiding it over the spot.

"He's strong," Ianto smiled as he felt the kick.

"Championship football player?" Jack suggested.

"Mm, I was thinking more world famous ballet dancer," Ianto chuckled.

"You are unbelievably camp sometimes," Jack shook his head.

"Gee thanks," Ianto nudged him gently.

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House pushed open Wilson's office door at the end of the day. Another patient saved and he'd managed to annoy Cuddy four more times, so all in all it had been a very good day.

He flopped down carefully on the couch in Wilson's office, rubbing his thigh as he glanced at the other man.

"Sorry I took so long," he said. "I was in the middle of insulting the team when you paged."

"It's fine," Wilson shook his head.

"So... what did you want to talk to me about?" House asked.

"Well... I still need to get a second opinion to be sure and even then it might be nothing..." Wilson said quickly.

"Wilson... what is it?" House sat up worriedly.

"Your scans... I..."

"You found something?" House asked.

"Yeah..." Wilson nodded.

"Something bad?" House stood up and limped over to the desk. "I'm guessing cancer; otherwise you'd have already got someone else involved."

"No... it's not that..." Wilson said. "There's... there's nerve regeneration."