Authors Note: Almost at 150! ;) I also started working on chapter 16! So fear not, the next chapter won't be the last! Oh and, you guys might need these *hands out tissues*

Chapter 14

Day 70 (Continued)

"Dad, I don't understand! Why did you make Remy go to sleep!" Robbie was scrambling along with his father and mother next to a gurney that currently housed a sedated Remy. House wasn't able to formulate a clear and concise answer for the boy, so kept his mouth shut and glanced over to Cuddy, who was pushing the other end of the stretcher.

"Robbie, please, just go back to Allie. Be a big boy and take care of her for us." The woman pleaded as they turned a corner and were met by three nurses whom had been paged after House had called up to the O.R., demanding an empty room for his youngest' necessary operation. The boy shook his head and tried to climb onto the gurney as it moved.

"Damnit Chase, go back to your sister!" House shouted, grabbing the boys arm and yanking him off his sisters legs. The nurses and Cuddy continued down the hallway as he turned his son towards him. Robbie had tears in his eyes and kept them averted from his fathers angry ones. "Remy is very sick. She needs an operation, okay?" The boy's eyes widened, this information easy enough for him to understand.

House sighed and placed a hand atop the boys ever lengthening blond locks, rubbing his fingers through them for a few moments. "Buddy, I know it's very scary and you want to be there for Remy, but you have an older sister who needs your help too." Robbie rubbed his tears with the back of his arm and nodded, sniffling.

"You want me to take Allie to your office." He reiterated the instructions belayed him when his parents had started shouting orders back and forth between themselves and the doctors and nurses they had reached on the phone. He suddenly wondered what Allie must be thinking; her body unable to allow her to keep up with the rest of her family as they ran down the hallway.

"Please, son." House gave the boy a look he'd never seen before; he looked a mix of desperate and defeated. It scared him and he immediately gave his father a big hug and started to back away from him down the hall. The moment the embrace had been released, House was on his heels, trying to catch up with Cuddy and his baby.

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"Dad says I gotta watch you." Robbie spoke as he reentered the secret room where his parents had played with his sisters stomachs. Allie was sitting on the same hospital bed she'd been sharing with her mother; that is until their parents both became frantic and she seemed to be forgotten in the frenzy. She was glad someone had come back for her.

As her brother closed the door behind him, she inched her way off the hospital bed and over to his trembling body. She could see the tears and the redness in his face and started to respond similarly. With some effort she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and placed her neck against his throat. "Remy's sick?" She whispered so lightly if he hadn't been paying attention he might not have heard it.

"Yeah, Remy's gonna have an operation." The boy replied as he instinctively began stroking his older sisters hair. Allie had been speaking coherently for a few days, but only to him. He had tried to get her to open up to her parents but she'd refused. She said she'd much rather stay silent and let them think she was oblivious and happy in her own world. After a lot of pleading, Robbie had agreed to keep the secret.

Allie broke the embrace first and walked stiffly over to the sonogram machine, which still held the last image it had recorded. Her brother followed and together the two stared at it, trying to figure out what had spooked their parent's so much. Allie understood pregnancy, but couldn't quite put together the fact that the person who was pregnant was her. She understood that her sister was.

"It looks normal." Robbie frowned turning the machine so the two could sit on the bed while they studied the image. "You don't know what you're looking for." The girl responded back, her hands reaching out to tap at the keys and move around the mouse, zooming the photo in and out. With all the physical therapy she had been receiving from her father and brother, this activity she could do with very little resistance. It was her hips and waist they needed to work on now.

"How many sonograms have you done?" Robbie crossed his arms over his chest and glared at his sister. It was moments like this that the two could talk openly about things they remembered about being doctors. Neither were sure about Remy, but they remembered pretty clearly that they once were adults and their mommy and daddy were not their parents. It didn't stop them from believing that they were their parent's now, and that both of them were their children.

"I don't know." She answered truthfully, trying to keep her mind focused on the machine in front of her. "My head hurts." She sat back and let her brother take over the keys. The boy found rather quickly the tiny black blip on the screen that encased a smaller whiter one. "That's not supposed to be there." She said, rubbing her forehead and leaning in once more.

"Baby's are born inside this thing." Robbie moved the image to show the static ultrasound image of their sisters womb. He then moved it to the left. "Why is it all the way over there?" He pointed to a spot that was frighteningly near the girls kidney. Both siblings sat up and looked at each other.

Allie pulled up her brothers shirt and pointed to the spot she thought his kidney was. He had to correct her, though not by much. "Daddy going to put it in the right place?" She looked up at him hopefully. The boy only shrugged and allowed Allie to keep her hand on his side. "Maybe." He replied. Then his eyes lit up. "We should ask uncle Wilson! He would tell us." The girl removed her hand and his shirt fell back down to his lap. Nodding her agreement, the two slipped slowly off the bed and headed towards the door.

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"Greg, you know why we can't be in there." Cuddy spoke for the umpteenth time as she watched her boyfriend pace the theatre above their daughters OR room. "We're lucky they allowed us in here." She had taken a seat at the very back where she couldn't view the monitors or the actual procedure below them. She didn't think she could handle watching something go wrong; watching her daughter die.

House merely waved his hand at her as he stopped pacing and leant against the tilted glass, his hands resting on the ledge. He was incredibly conflicted, so much so that he didn't think he could face Cuddy without giving his emotions away on his face. Below him was his baby girl, sliced open and hooked up to machines. His eyes every so often traveled to the monitor that displayed her heart rhythm, BP and O2 stat. So far everything seemed to be going smoothly but he knew from years of experience that shit most often hit the fan with the finish line in site.

Suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder, and his entire body went limp, releasing all his pent up anxiety into the arms of his lover. Cuddy turned him around and pulled him close so that their bodies were pressed together to the point they could feel each others heartbeat. They were in synch. "I'm glad Lisa." He spoke into her hair, terribly relieved that she didn't stiffen or pull away at his confession.

"I know, me too." She replied as she buried her fresh tears into the shoulder of his t-shirt. "So don't feel guilty." She knew he was taking all of this too hard on himself. The shock that their daughters were both pregnant aside, the fact that Remy's fetus was ectopic added a whole new level of scary. Sure, it wasn't that uncommon, and with the removal of the developing being, she would 99.9% make a full recovery. But that wasn't all that was bothering them.

"He slept with her." House had to pull away now incase his rising anger accidently be taken out on Cuddy. "I can't believe that bastard slept with her. And none of them told us. Why didn't Allie say something? Or Robbie? Hell, even Remy could have given us some indication!"

Cuddy placed both her hands on his shoulders in an attempt to calm him down. "Greg, hey, listen to me. This is not the children's fault, do you hear me? It's also not your fault, and it's not mine. There could be a hundred different things that man did to them that we don't know about. It's been less than two months since Allie first came to us. It's going to take time."

House nodded, rubbing a hand over his face to try and remove his tears. In actuality all he did was smear them over his cheeks and nose. Cuddy had to laugh lightly at this and moved in closer so she could remove the wetness with her thumbs. At this distance, she could feel his warm breath on her face as she gave him direct eye contact.

Neither knew who made the first movie, but within moments their lips were pressed fervently together. It wasn't a sweet kiss between lovers, no, it was frantic, desperate almost. They needed this; they needed each other. "Greg I'm so sorry." Cuddy whispered as she pulled back for oxygen. He only shook his head and pulled her body flush against his once more. "It's okay." He soothed as he wiped away her tears this time. "It's going to be okay." They didn't resume the kiss, but simply held onto each other as they thought about the challenges about to be faced ahead.

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