R&R!

Bonding

There Spencer was laying on the park bench. One hand behind her head and the other holding on to her cigarette. She was smiling at the images of the clouds. Admiring how her imagination let them take any form. She was interrupted from her daze when she felt her arm being tapped. She looked over , tracing the cane back to his face. She rolled her eyes and sat up.

"Well isn't the famous Dr. Gregory House, my beloved father." Spencer said sarcastically, taking another puff of smoke. He smirked, trying to hide back his smile. A "miny" live Cuddy. He sat down next to her and pulled out a red lollipop.

"You know those things can kill," House returned.

"So can anything else," Spencer returned.

"So where's your furious sister?" House questioned. Letting Spencer know that he had been keeping a eye on them.

"Who knows. The "Ice Queen" can be destructive when she's angry."

"Destructive?"

"I've said too much," Spencer returned.

"You're not angry?" House asked, raising an eyebrow. Choosing to focus the discussion on her.

"Why should I? If I spent every moment worrying and getting angry over every little thing, my life would be shorter. Life is no fun when your bitter." Spencer returned, with a huge smile. House saw Cuddy. He smiled. House nodded and walked away. Spencer shrugged her shoulders and laid back down on the bench.

Spencer opened her eyes back up when she heard the sound of a engine. She rose back up to see House on his motorcycle. She smirked, maybe having a dad wasn't so bad. She jumped off the table and raced to the bike. Grabbing the extra helmet and jumping, riding off into the streets of new jersey.

On the other side of town, Hollis was laid up in the bed with no other than Dr. Foreman. He wrapped his arms around her tighter and kissed her head.

"House is my father,"

"What?!"

"He is my father,"

"Whoa,"

"Yeah," Hollis said, sounding like the dead.

"Chinese?" Foreman asked.

"Sure," Hollis said. She needed a distraction. She didn't want to talk about it. She had no idea why she brought it up to him. It wasn't like they were in a serious relationship.

When Cuddy arrived home from work. She was drained. Thankful that the house was quiet and that she could spend the rest of her Saturday resting. She undressed and sank in the tub for thirty minutes until she head the front door open. She sighed, hearing a voice she didn't want to hear. She rose and got dressed. Trailing into the kitchen to find House and Spencer eating Chinese.

"House what are you doing here?" Cuddy asked, with her hands on her hips. Both heads, turning to face her.

"Eating," House answered sarcastically. Before Cuddy could say anything Spencer jumped in.

"Mom, we're just eating. He'll leave right after, okay?"

"Okay, and make sure you clean up this mess," Cuddy said, eying her daughter and giving House the death glare. They both nodded as she turned to leave. House watching her out the corner of his eye. Wanting to talk to her. They had been avoiding each, like always.

When the movie had stopped playing House looked over and saw that Spencer was sleep. He sighed. She didn't look that heavy, he thought. He rose placing his cane assigned and taking a deep breathe, he picked her up. He traveled down the hall and came face with a door that had her name on it. Probably recently put there since she returned home. Probably place by herself, as long with the "don't enter" sign. He opened the door and placed on the bed. Covering her up and shutting the door. Actually feeling like a dad. No idea why he had made the effect today.

He walked back to the living room and cleaned the place. Not wanting to hear Cuddy's mouth. He smirked and traveled to her room. Peered inside, fully sleep she looked. He closed the door behind him and got undressed. Slipping under the covers with her. She instantly cuddled into his warmth. He smirked again and knew she would be pissed in the morning but he loved when she was pissed off.