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House's hand hurt. His leg hurt. His head hurt. EVERYTHING HURT!

"You okay?"

He looked up at his wife and forced a smile. "Everything is fine."

She looked at him with her famous 'yeah right' look and he sighed.

"Detox was not fun and neither is this feeling. And neither was the stern lecture I received from Cuddy before she decided not to fire me."

He set the currently wiggling Becca down onto her feet and she ran around to Nathaniel. Allison sat next to House and put her head on his shoulder.

"Thank you for defending me."

He smirked. "I have a better way for you to thank me."

"Isn't that what got me conveniently knocked up in the first place?" she snidely shot back. His laugh was the only response she received back. She watched as Emma tackled Nathaniel and Becca poked at Nathaniel's head, which was just visible from under his sister. House swiveled his head towards her.

"Mom called again. She wants us to come up for another visit before you have the baby."

"And you said…"

"I said you couldn't do any major traveling in case you have the baby early. But she said something that I agreed to."

Allison put her hand over her heart. "Oh my god! You AGREED with her."

"Yeah yeah," House snarked. "She said that we need a night to ourselves."

"But we'd need babysitters and Julie refuses to do it anymore since she thinks the stress will send her into labor early."

House snickered. "She's too weak. No, I know. I have babysitters lined up."

"Who?" Allison asked. She needed to know their mental stability in case they were sued… AGAIN.

"Chase and Foreman."

There was silence. Then…

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?"

All three children looked over at them. Allison was shocked, horrified, and strangely moved by his actions.

"They owe me a lot of extra clinic hours so I had Cuddy agree to drop them if they babysat the kids. We get a babysitter, Foreman and Chase get to suffer, and there are no cranky Houses running around. Everyone wins. Hmmm. I guess Foreman and Chase lose but I don't really care."

Allison giggled in spite of herself and sighed. She was going to have to hide all of the sharp objects. Not from Foreman and Chase but from the kids. They would get into everything and then maybe the stupid duo would start to appreciate the 'endless, boundless patience' that they seemed to always make fun of her for. Her genius of a husband was right. They did deserve everything that they were going to get.

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"Are you sure you don't need our number at the restaurant?"

Foreman smiled at Allison and nodded.

"Don't worry. Everything will be fine and you need to enjoy yourselves. If you can handle them, we can handle them, right Chase?"

Chase nodded hesitantly and picked up Becca. She was trying to crawl up his leg. The twins were watching their retarded TV show right now but once the hour was up… she REALLY didn't want to think about it. It would only make her stay home out of pity for the two men. Before she could even suggest it, however, House was pulling at her elbow to get her to the car. She desperately tried to get in a few last words.

"Okay… the phone number to Greg's cell is on the fridge, mine is broken right now. Bedtime is at eight for Becca and nine thirty for the twins. No candy because they already had dessert. Night lights on and OW! GREG!"

House had pinched her on her butt to get her moving. It worked because when she jumped, he pulled her towards the car.

"Let the dynamic duo do their works and I'm sure everything will be fine when we get home."

He had already talked the twins into terrorizing his ducklings. They were getting paid five dollars each and a promise that he wouldn't let Allison ground them. Revenge was sweet. He got into the driver's side and peeled out of the driveway, Allison rubbing her butt all the way.

Once Foreman saw the car disappear around the corner, he closed the door and flipped off the television. The twins whined immediately and he put his hand up.

"You two need to start reading more books and stop watching a lot of TV."

The twins glared at him and Chase cringed.

"Maybe we should just let them watch it…"

Foreman shook his head. " They need to learn more than House teaches them. And good books you two like?"

Emma nodded and Foreman smiled.

"Well?"

Emma glanced at her brother, saw his face mad at the mean man, and stood up. She smiled her innocent smile at Foreman and leaned forward.

"Misery by Steven King."

Chase paled and Foreman quickly turned back on the TV. Another half hour couldn't hurt them.

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Reservations were where they had their first date… the disastrous one. Café Stiletto was one of the best restaurants in town and he had given the two dunderheads strict instructions not to call unless absolutely necessary. Allison glanced around and smiled as he poured themselves a glass of water. No alcohol for the preggie tonight.

"I'd forgotten what this place looked like."

He smiled and handed her a glass. "So had I. I-"

He stopped as his phone began to vibrate. A quick glance at the caller id said 'Home'. With a chuckle, he turned his phone off and put it back on his pocket.

"Who was that?"

"Wilson," he replied smoothly. "I forgot to tell him what time we were going out. He's probably drowning in the demands of a pregnant woman." At her narrowed eyes, he quickly added "And I told him that he should obey every single one. His fault for being stupid."

She smiled and he relaxed. The last time he had said something insensitive when she was pregnant, he didn't feel his… soldiers… for at least a week. Dinner was smooth and dessert had them both groaning. Feeling sick was not one of his stop priorities. It was time to go home, though, so they couldn't stop to think about it. Allison was anxious because his cell hadn't vibrated during the entire dinner. She wouldn't find out that he had turned it off. They both reluctantly headed out to the car and began the long drive home. She turned to him as they pulled up into the driveway.

"Do you think they did much damage?"

House shrugged. "Only one way to find out."

They opened the front door and they both stared before House burst out laughing. Foreman was handcuffed to a dining room chair with a dishcloth stuffed in his mouth to keep him quiet. His hands and legs were also tied just in case he managed to get free. Chase was on the floor hog- tied with his hands and legs behind his back. He seemed to be sleeping but when the two men heard the door open, they began struggling in the captivity and yelling. Both voices were muffled from their gags but some threats could clearly be made out. Allison moved forward and ungagged Foreman while House ripped the duck tape off of Chase's mouth.

"Your monsters," Foreman stated coldly, "Decided that they wanted to play mummy. I sat down and fell asleep and the next thing I know, I'm handcuffed to the chair. When I opened my mouth to tell them to let me go, they gagged me. Then they pulled Chase in from the other room, tied up like he is. Emma tied the ropes for him. Then they decided to go to bed. They're sleeping right now while we suffered."

House studied the knots and snickered. "She could become a sailor."

"It's NOT FUNNY!" his Aussie captive yelled. "I hate kids and now I hate them more! Let us go!"

Sighing, House grabbed a knife and began to cut the ropes while Allison grabbed the key off of the kitchen table to let Foreman go. Once both men were free, they grabbed their coats, baby-sitting money, and what was left of their sanity and stormed out. House turned to Allison.

"I think a raise in their allowance is due."

Surprising him with a nod of her head, they headed to bed to sleep off the rich dessert they had just received. Hopefully, the just desserts that Foremand and Chase received wouldn't sour their stomachs.

I decided since Foreman and Chase never seem to show up in my stories, that they should have some fun. And it was a chance to develop my evilness some more. Mwahahahahahahahahahahahah. Okay… I'm done. Enjoy and please REVIEW! Or I'll moon you like this. ( Y ). Lol. Also… if anyone wants to learn how to flash someone with symbols…let me know. One more thing. Due to AP testing at my school, there won't be another chapter for about two weeks. Thank you and review.