Author's Note: Hi everyone! Thank you for waiting patiently through my spring break and thank you for all of the wonderful reviews with happy birthday's attached. I was in tears from all of the love. Sniffles. It was awesome and I now have a new PS2! Yay for me! The Harry Potter 4 game is harder than it looks. I thought it's be a bunch of flying but nooooooo. It was 'spell this' and 'run here' and… you get the drift. But I thought about this chapter for a while and decided what to do. There's only going to be a few more chapters… possibly two to four more. I'm sorry that I'm going to end it so soon but I really need to get cracking on some other things. Besides, with the way my computer works at home, once I get onto summer break, I won't be able to update at all. So that means no new stories after June 9th until August 29th. And even that's questionable. The only way I'd be able to write more is if someone volunteered to go under my name and submit the work I emailed them. And I don't know if anyone would do that. BUT! Here's the new chapter and the RM WARNING! If you don't know what that is… see the previous chapter's author notes.

House was tired. And for a man who hardly got any sleep anymore between two toddlers and a baby, that was saying something. He hadn't slept in three days. A man's life depended on him and all he could do was stare.

VOO! VOO! VOO!

He blasted the aliens out of the way and cheered as his guy raced to the next level. He switched off the game and leaned back in his chair. A moment later, he felt the rush of air that came with someone entering the room via door. Since his blinds were closed and everyone knew to leave him alone, it must be Allison. He would have thought that it was Cuddy but he would have heard her shoes clicking from the elevator. He held up a hand when she came around his desk.

"Don't come any closer."

"Why?" his wife asked.

House cracked an eye open and gave her his best 'duh' look. "Because anytime you come near me, you either pop out another kid or we adopt one."

She laughed and sat on the edge of his desk as he eyed her belly. It was much rounder now that she only had four months to go. God help him if it was a girl. Another one to bring him to his knees was all he needed. But he would love it all the same. Like the twins, they were keeping the sex a secret from everyone… even their dedicated readers (A/N: Lol. Had to add that). She smiled at him and he couldn't help but notice that motherhood had been kind to her. He smirked as he thought of the way the nurses and day- care staff had wept when they had announced another House on the way. It had lasted him through three days until Emma decided to replace his Vicodin with sweet tarts. That was before he had completely stopped the pills. As of a few days ago, he was completely drug free. And it was perfect because now he had to go before a review board. Annual decision to keep him or not. Stupid Cuddy had designed this to keep him in line. He snickered openly at the thought. It had just forced him to be even sneakier. Honestly! They should know better to give him more ammo for his mouth.

"You have ten minutes until you're needed."

He nodded and pulled himself out of his chair, wincing slightly. No pills came with the daily dose of pain. But then again, hadn't there been pain while he was taking the pills? He grabbed his cane and allowed a few moments to let the need to scream pass. What he did for his family. Allison didn't know this, but in his check-up with Wilson, he was told that if he kept the pill swallowing up, he would die even earlier than normal. Less of a chance to scare away boys and watch his son become a doctor. He shook his head to clear the cobwebs. It was time to rumble. He let Allison lead the way so he could watch her butt sway. Ahhhh. Pregnancy had been kind to him.

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"We are here to review Doctor Gregory House."

House winced as he straightened in his chair. Allison sat beside him as reinforcement. It was necessary in his smart- mouthed condition.

"Present."

"Well let's open this up. You have only received twelve lawsuits this year. Remarkable."

The new man stared wide- eyed at Cuddy.

"Remarkable! He shouldn't have one!"

Cuddy rolled her eyes. "In his state, twelve is like one. You're talking about a man that receives no less than thirty a year."

"We're talking about a drug- addicted doctor who needs to be fired for insubordination every day!"

Ah! There was his opening!

He cleared his throat. "The former does not apply."

The new man stared wide- eyed at him now. "Excuse me?"

"You said I was drug- addicted. I'm not."

Cuddy shook her head. "Now is not the time to discuss your denial."

He shook HIS head. "I disagree. What stimpy over here failed to realize, just like the rest of you, is that I haven't had one pill in five days. I have been slowly detoxing myself. Allison here can testify to that."

She nodded and he now had the gaze of every chairperson on him. Success! Revenge was sweet. He loved the sweet sound of nothing as stunned silence filled the air. Wilson turned to him.

"Are you serious?"

He nodded and his best friend let out a whistle.

"And only Allison knew this?"

Another nod and EVERYONE let out a whistle. Stimpy turned to Cuddy.

"This still doesn't excuse his behavior!"

House rolled his eyes. "What's she gonna do… spank me? Because if that's the case, my wife can do that just fine."

Allison smirked at him as he leered at her. Stimpy shuddered.

"You should be fired!"

"I think you already said that. You know, forgetfulness is one of many signs of early Alzheimers. You should get that checked out. Have you been experiencing any nausea or itchiness in… ahem! … Inappropriate places?"

Stimpy turned bright red. "What's that got to do with anything!"

House shrugged. "Nothing. But now the entire boardroom know you can't help but scratch yourself when no one is looking."

Stimpy let out a small cry of frustration and when he turned to Cuddy, he became outraged. She was struggling not to laugh like the rest of the members. Stimpy turned back to House, furious at him.

"You are the most despicable man I have ever known!

House nodded in agreement.

"You need help!"

Another nod was in order.

"You and your conveniently fertile wife."

Another… wait. What did he just say?

"Excuse me?" he asked coldly.

"You heard me," Stimpy raged. "It seems that whenever you're about to go before the board or you're having a problem, your wife pops out another kid. Very convenient. I must ask what would happen if your cases seemed to be more difficult than the average cold. Would you have an entire litter or would they come out one at a time?"

He didn't even stop to see the look of outrage on everyone's face. He simply got up, leveled his cane, and took a swing at the man. His fist cracked into the man's skull with a satisfying thunk and he was down for the count.

"House!"

Cuddy rushed over to stimpy and checked him over. He was alive. Unconscious, but alive. House shook his hand to keep the pain to a minimum and turned to Allison. She was mad, but okay.

"You shouldn't have done that," she lectured.

"Yeah, yeah," he muttered. He turned to Cuddy. "We done?"

She nodded and Wilson gave him the thumbs up sign before he turned to go. He allowed Allison to hold open the door and they traveled over to the elevator. Just before the doors opened, he turned to her.

"You know that it felt good."

She nodded and smiled at him. "And for the record, it would be one at a time."

He chuckled and she got onto the elevator.

"And stop looking at my ass."

Alas! Foiled again!

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