Author's Note: Yes, finally! Damned technical glitches! I've been trying to get through since this morning! You know that blasted AP project I've been grumbling about? You know the type and email thing that was going to take me forever? Well, all it took was a fucking half hour and I could've done my updating 3 times over if it weren't for the aforementioned technical glitches. I'm such a ding-dong! But, my project is finally done and now I just got to find a way to print it out the way she asked but I ain't doing that until September 7th, the day before I go back to government sanctioned hell, I mean high school.

Good Lord, it feels like summer just started and I have to go back so soon? That sucks. Well, not completely. I am finally an upperclassman (The Class of 2011 owns your souls!) and with September brings the resolution of at least 10 cliff hangers that have been bugging me. I'm going to be glued to the TV until about November…

Anyway, back to the story. They're all home and the formal invitation to the reunion thing shows up in the mail, along with the introduction of yet another OC. Remember the dude in the tree at the wedding? Yeah, him. Let me know what you guys think of him.

Disclaimer: "Honestly, it's not mine!"

The baby monitor alerted her to the soft fussing noises Mia was starting to make and she immediately made to get up. A firm arm around her waist stopped her and she tried to squirm out of the insistent grip.

"Greg, she's hungry and she probably smells bad. She needs her…"

"..dad to get his semi crippled but sexy ass up and deal with her while letting her mother unclench and rest for the first time in 2 months. Heel, Lassie. I'll get her."

With that, Greg rolled out of bed and headed out the door, leaving her behind with a smile on her face. He still managed to surprise her. In her brief fantasies of parenthood with him before they got serious, she had expected him to be hesitant with all parts of infanthood. Greg was the complete opposite. He got up with her during the feedings, changed diapers (with gloves and an amusing monologue), and played the piano for her when she was stubborn about sleeping(she liked Beethoven the best).

There was already a bond between father and daughter and it was nice to see.

Listening, she heard his footsteps and the nursery light turn on.

Just when the fussing became wails, she could hear Greg scoop her up and sniff her.

"Oh, ewww…I hate it when your mom's right. Okay, Peanut, let's get that off you…"

Allison laughed as he groaned again and Amelia cooed in relief.

"Yeah, I'd be relieved too if that was off of me. Jesus…hey, wait a minute! You only eat breast milk! What's corn doing in here? Stop laughing, Al!"

Of course, that just made her laugh harder and slump against the pillows as he finished the diaper change. She could hear him change her clothes and then Amelia started whimpering in her "feed me!" way.

"Well, I can't help you with that, kid. Let's get you to your mom, shall we?"

Greg came back into their bedroom and Mia was securely in his arms. Instead of her usual footie pajamas, she had on tiny little purple flannel pajama pants and a black, long sleeved Rolling Stones onesie. Silver toe socks completed the look along with a purple hat.

Mia's now sky blue eyes looked around curiously but with more than a little annoyance as she was placed in her mother's arms.

"Hello, sweetie." Allison greeted tenderly. "You hungry?"

Mia grunted and nuzzled at her covered breasts insistently.

Allison lowered her tank straps and Mia immediately latched onto her left breast, suckling greedily.

"She really likes that one. Like father, like daughter." she quipped while smirking at Greg.

"Well, she has good taste. Stay here. I'll make breakfast." he replied as he pulled on his robe.

"Okay. Bring me the mail while you're down there, too."

Mia drained both breasts and Allison put her up to burp her, which she did with her usual gusto. After a little bit of spit up, she sighed and went back to sleep, tiny little snores shaking her frame. Allison pressed a kiss to her brow and slowly climbed out of bed. She knew that Greg wanted her to rest but she couldn't stand being idle for too long. She had to be productive, which is why she became a doctor. There was always something to do, either in the form of a chart or a surgery.

Or when working for Gregory House, there are homes to break into and crazy tests to be run…

"Al, come here!"

Adjusting so Mia rested more comfortably, she descended the stairs to see Greg holding what looked to be an invitation.

"What's up?"

He took Mia and handed her the maze and blue lined paper.

Valedictorian Gregory M. House and his family are invited to the Class of 1985 University of Michigan reunion. The festivities will be in Princeton, NJ, meaning that you can't skip out this time, House. Get you, your lovely wife, and your kid to this shindig or we're all coming to you…with the graduation party pics.

Class President: Kenneth Barker

PS: GO BLUE!

Allison chuckled and asked, "I take it that this guy is one of the few friends you have?"

"Sort of. We grew up together. His dad and my dad were always stationed together so we became friends out of necessity. He's the one that got me into medicine in the first place."

"Really? How?"

He put Mia in her carrier and Allison sat on the counter next to her, looking at him curiously. Greg didn't talk much about his past so when he did, Allison made sure to listen and not to push him.

"It was when we were in Cairo. His mom worked at a triage clinic and people from all over traveled to it to get treated. Mostly, it was people who had stepped on scorpions or had found some way to drown. Anyway, Ken brought me with him one day to watch his mom work and she had managed to bring back a girl who had been dead for at least 5 minutes. It was…miraculous to me and I wanted to know how to help people like that. Ken picked up on it and started sneaking me medical journals and his brother's old textbooks. My dad…wasn't open to anything for me except the military and I had to be really careful around him. My mom supported me but she really couldn't do anything…"

"…because of John." she surmised.

He nodded.

"Bastard.", she reflexively grumbled before looking at Mia in horror.

"Ah, don't worry. Memory doesn't really set in until you're 3 and her first word's probably going to be something cool like moron…"

"…or lupus."

"It's never lupus, woman!"

Both of them laughed and she asked, "Are we going?"

He thought about and shrugged.

"Why not? I bet they'll all keel over to see The Beast with a wife and kids."

"The Beast?" she laughed.

He nodded and growled.

"I'm not even going to ask. I am a bit curious as to what happened at the graduation party…"

"I plead the fifth." he said flatly.

"Objection."

"Overruled."

They stared each other down and then Allison huffed before heading back towards the stairs.

"Fine. I'll just get Jimmy to tell me."

"Good luck. He can't even remember it. I spiked his punch, you know. And then I pushed him in the river. He didn't drown but he ended up with a nasty cold. It was funny."

"You're a good friend, House."

"The best."