Four pairs of blue eyes, and one pair of green/gray stared at the sleeping woman. She jumped as she opened her eyes, surprised that her children were so close. She smiled as they laughed, causing the second oldest lanky teen fall over one of his brothers.

"What do you guys want," she grumbled, ruffing the youngest's head.

"We're going out."

"Who's driving?"

"I am," the only girl of the group said. "We're taking Elliot's car to get a new stereo put in, but he doesn't want to drive," the 19-year-old explained. She gave her mother a pleading look. "He's had his license for a month. Do you really want him driving Jeff, Doug, and Dylan around?"

"Not yet I don't."

"Then I'll drive."

"Wait."

"What?"

"Drive safely, Olivia. And wear seatbelts!" They agreed and ran from the house before Allison could change her mind. The young ones piled into the back, laughing and passed soda around. Liv pulled onto the street and drove out of her mothers sight. She sighed. Allison worried when they all left together. Doug and Dylan wouldn't be any trouble. Liv would be able to keep Elliot in line. And that left Jeffery. He was born a few minutes before Doug, making him TheMiddle Child. And he fit the role. Liv was the sassy leader, Elliot was the darling sweet heart with a side of mischief, Doug was the brain, forever reading, and Dylan was the mystery; quiet, reserved, and idolized Douglas.

Allison went about straightening up the home while Greg played his piano in the music room. She could listen to him for hours, and usually did. Gone were the wild days of 5 children under 10 running around like mad. It gave way to 5 teenagers eating their weight in Hot Pockets, Cheeto chips, and Gatorade every day. She thanked Greg for making them at LEAST clean up before they left the house at any given time. All that was left for the mother of the pack of teens was a little dusting, a load of dished to put away, and mopping.

As Allison placed the last dish in the cabinet, her home was officially clean. She sighed happily as the music stopped, and she heard Greg answer his cell phone.

"WHAT? Liv, slow down. We're on our way," she heard as the familiar sound of his foot-and-cane walk rushed towards the kitchen. "Get in the car." Allison followed him to the garage.

"Greg-"

"They were rear-ended. Jeff wasn't wearing his seat belt. They're headed to PPTH." He was silent after that.

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"How are they?" Greg asked. Cuddy ushered them to sit.

"Jeff's worse off. Broken leg, shattered ankle, concussion, broken nose, and his jaw will be wired. He hit Elliot's seat. Elliot has whiplash, sprained wrist. You can take the other four home."

"Was he wearing his seat belt?"

"They said he'd taken it off to reach for Doug's inhaler. It was dropped and knocked under the seat. Liv had pulled over first, but the other driver was drunk and ran off the road." Greg rubbed his head, now pounding. "It could have been much worse, House. They could have been-"

"Don't finish that sentence," he warned. "Where are the others?"

"Liv is with Wilson, and Dylan and Doug are with Foreman in your office. She's pretty shaken up, House." House didn't hear as he stalked off towards his friend's office. The trip was short.

"Liv," he called, pulling the sobbing girl from her pitty party. "Stop crying."

"Dad, I'm so-"

"Sorry? For what?"

"The accident."

"Stop. It wasn't your fault. I'm pissed, but not at you, Liver. You weren't driving drunk. You called 911, and took care of the boys. Are you hurt?"

"I have a head ache, Dad," she whispere. He looked her over.

"Go get some rest. Lock my office, and I'll be by when we're ready to leave. If Fore-skin gets in your way, smack him." Liv laughed lightly at her father's joke about the man who worked for him. As sthe door shut, he eyed Wilson. "You've always been here for them when I can't," he said gruffly.

"Always happy to help."

"Thank you. Any other hospital would have left her crying in the waiting room, and the boys to wander around like lost children." Wilson nodded again. "She'll be fine."

"You don't sound convinced."

"She's just so much like Stacy."

"I know."

"She's got my eyes, but that smile. It kills me that she used to look like me, but she gre in to Stacy version 2.0."

"Is that why you yelled at her to stop crying?" Gregs eyes shot up. "You were harsh with her."

"If I had been gentle, then she would worry. I wouldn't be an ass to her if she or the boys weren't going to be all right. She knows that. If I was gentle, she'd have thought that we'd lost Jeff. Being an ass saved her from that pain." Wilson rolled his eyes.

"You were too harsh."

"You were too sympathetic."

"She'll be fine. We'll talk about it later, Allison will give me a hard time, I'll talk it out with Liv on the porch swing over a beer." Wilson gagged.

"After what happened to-"

"Root beer."

"House-"

"Save it, my wife needs me right now." House took his cane and limped off wto find Allison, and visit Jeff.