Author's Note: YES! Another chapter for all of you lovely people who read my stories! And I am well aware that bringing back Stacy was a weird move but I promise that I have a point in all of that. Besides, you can trust me. Bats eyes and pushes Hugh Laurie back under the bed He's been getting anxious since I've been letting him out to do the actual show. Gotta love the pun to Foreman about the whiteboard being WHITE. Lol. I laughed for forever on that. Anyways… back to the story! And enough with the' you need to correct your grammatical errors.' If I wanted to correct them, I would. You all should know by now that I'm lazy. Lol.

Some people would say that it was irritating to have someone push all of their buttons. House disagreed. It made him think faster and it made his vulgar vocabulary expand. It was a fact known around the hospital that he was the one with the most comebacks and he was NOT afraid to use them. Patients weren't even excluded. The only ones who escaped his wrath were Allison and the children. And even the children were becoming more and more like him every day. People now ran from him AND his children. Once more, life was good.

And then she walked back into his life. Stacy. The cause for his pain. The cause for his drug addiction. The cause for him meeting Allison and loving her so much in the first place. And now he got to play doctor with her husband again. He rubbed his hands together. This was going to be fun. He pushed open the door to one of the medical rooms. The patient's eyes widened and he shook his head.

"Not you. No no no no no no."

House grinned evilly. "Oh yes. You and I are going to have fun again. Now… tell me where it hurts."

Mark shook his head some more and House had to struggle to keep from laughing. It was too much. He decided to give up and just let the guy's mind play with itself.

"I have to do a full run of tests and then we're going to release you."

"So soon?"

"Yes, so soon. You annoyed me the first time you were here so what makes you think that I want you here any longer than you have to be?"

Mark thought about it for a moment and then nodded.

"Okay."

House frowned. "I wasn't asking."

He went back out the door and seriously considered lying and saying that everything was fine just so that they didn't bother him anymore. He sighed. Allison would kill him for doing that. He thought it over again and smiled. Then I'll just have to be careful about it.

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Both doctors sighed as they settled down in bed to watch the news. It had been a fight and a half to get Allison to allow a TV in the room in the first place but after much… persuading… she relented.

"The weather today…"

House turned to her and saw her frown. "What's the matter?"

"A man was killed by a boat…"

Allison just glanced at him over her glasses and shook her head.

"Nothing."

"Breaking News is just being reported."

House turned up the volume a little so he could hear it better.

"While driving on the freeway home, a drunk driver hit a 97' Pontiac. It spun off of the road and fell into a ditch. Shortly afterward, the car began to smoke and catch fire. The police say that both people died instantly. Mark and Stacy Warner should have felt no pain and there will be custody information in the next few days to see who will take in their two-year-old girl named Rebecca. Rebecca was being babysat by Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital and was NOT in the car when it crashed. No word yet on how the drunken man who hit them is doing. Next in the news…"

House looked over at Allison. Her face was pale and she looked stunned.

"I," she started. " I can't believe it. We just saw them two hours ago. And where will Rebecca go?"

House sat back against the pillows and let the news sink in. It was unbelievable but it had happened. The only question was what was going to be done about it.

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The hospital was in chaos. Cuddy had a funeral to direct since no one else seemed to want to do it and Becca wouldn't stop asking where her mommy and daddy were. Allison seemed to take it upon herself to help Rebecca start moving in the right direction. The little girl was already following her around like a little duck. It was ridiculous but it didn't really matter what he thought. If it kept the kid quiet while he, Cuddy, and Wilson were in meetings, by all means could she follow his wife around. Alison was in constant contact with Cuddy on the subject of Rebecca's new family. It was in her every thought and she talked about it constantly. Since most of Stacy's family was either dead or about to die and Mark's family lived in other countries, the thought that House dreaded was BOUND to come up. And it happened three days after the couple had died in one of their constant meetings.

Cuddy looked over at House.

"Child Services has given us a choice."

House raised an eyebrow and motioned for her to continue.

"They're either going to let you and Allison take her or they're going to put her in a foster home."

"Why us?"

Cuddy looked confused as well. "They said that since you were the closest to Stacy in previous years and you have a good income, there would be no reason for them to put her in a foster home if she can have such a stable environment. And before you say anything, yes, they know your patient track record. But they also went over Allison's too and they found her to be a fitting mother so they thought that you can't be too bad."

House leaned back further into his chair.

"Does Allison know yet?"

Cuddy shook her head and House's grip tightened on his cane.

"Tell Child Services to meet me in my office in ten minutes. I have to talk to her about this."

Ending the conversation, he got up and started to head to his office. Allison would be waiting for him while doing the stack of mail. She looked up startled when he entered and looked at him with a confused expression.

"That was quick."

"What would you say to a third kid?"

Her brow wrinkled as she tried to understand what he was saying.

"What?"

"We have ten minutes to decide whether or not we're going to adopt Becca or she'll be put in a foster home. Actually, now it's eight minutes cause one of the nurses stopped me in the clinic."

"Wait," Allison tried to understand. " We could adopt Becca?"

"Yes."

"And if we don't she'll be put in a foster home."

"Pretty much."

"Well what do you think?"

He shook his head. "This is your decision."

"Why mine?"

"Because I see the way she hooks on to you and the way you treat her like Emma or Nathaniel and I won't be the bad guy in this. If we take her in, we can pull up Emma's things from the basement that we used for her for Becca. She can have one of the extra rooms. If we don't take her in, I don't want any regrets. One complaint and there will be a fight waiting to happen. So think clearly on this because I won't have any hasty decisions."

Allison thought for a moment and then looked up at him. One of the male Child Service people stuck his head through the door.

"Have you made a decision?"

Allison stood and moved over to them.

"We have."

AN: Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha. Don't you want to know what the decision was? Lol. I have so much fun doing this. There will be only a few more chapters and then I'll be done with long stories for a while. But I need at least five reviews for this chapter before I post the next one. Mwah ha ha ha ha ha ha. I love me! Peace- Amanda