10 25 05 - I edited some of the wording to help it run smoother. Thanks for all the reviews, I hope the story flows better now - Phoebe

Author Note: Here is Chapter 6. I am currently working on Chapter 7. I am going to be trying something new in the next few chapters. I am going to try to really get into Hannah's character and try to get her to act more the way I want her to act. I might also watch season 1 again to see if I can get a better sense of Allison's character.

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Disclaimer: Fox and House do not belong to me.

Chapter 6: Bonding can be fun

While House was mulling over what his employee was doing, Allison and Hannah were having the time of their life. The two spent the first thirty minutes unpacking and ordering take out. They did not even look at each other. Hannah was the one to wonder over to Allison's DVD collection, trying to break the ice. It was then and there that she discovered that she had found a kindred spirit.

"Can we watch some movies?" Hannah asked, as she looked over her shoulder.

"Sure we can. What do you have in mind?"

"The Labyrinth and Legend." She said, holding up the movies for her too see.

"Ohh David Bowie and Tom Cruise. Good choices. We can watch those only if we can watch Dark Crystal and The Mummy as well."

"I think that is doable." Hannah said as she got the other two choices out and put them all in front of the TV.

"Well, dinner is ordered. Let's start with The Mummy."

"Ok."

The night was spent eating and watching the movies. Somewhere along the course of the night the two grew closer and seemed to understand each other more. There were still some things that had to be discussed from both parties but for right now all was cool. Both parties finally admitted defeat at around two in the morning and called it a night.

Allison rolled around in bed for a few minutes as the alarm clock blared Duran Duran at 6 in the morning. Due to the location of her bed in her room, the sun shines in a solid beam straight into her eyes in the morning. It seemed so romantic to put the bed there when she moved in. She hated it now.

"Ughh." She moaned as she shielded away from the sun by pulling the covers over her head. Just as she was about to tone out The Cure and go back to sleep, she heard a pounding on the door.

"If you do not kill the radio in 2 seconds, I am going to poor cold water on you." Hannah shouted through the door. "I'm serious."

Smirking, Allison turned the radio up and rolled over. She was just to fall asleep when the blankets over her head were ripped off and ice water was poured on her.

"Gahh!" she shouted as she bolted up and out of the bed. "Where did you get the water? The North Pole?"

"I was pleased to find out that your tap produces just the right temperature for mothers who disrupt their child's sleep." Hannah said as she turned off the radio and sat on the edge of the bed. "Didn't you learn that jolting a person from a deep sleep could put them into shock? And I thought you were a doctor."

"Haha, I can see that you picked up my humor. Perfect."

"But, I bet you do not act this way at work." Hannah said as she watched Allison go into the bathroom and turn on the shower. "I bet you are all kind, considerate, sweet, and gentle. Always trying to please everyone. So worried about how people think of you. When in actuality you really don't care what they think."

Allison just stood in the bathroom feeling the water for the right temperature. As she listened to her daughter pick her entire day at work apart she smiled. Finally someone got it right. This is what she wanted someone else to say, but that won't happen. Sighing, she turned the shower on and stepped in. As the water dripped off her body and beaded on the shower door she leaned against the wall and thought of the bitter but sexy doctor.

House was an enigma. He treated his patients as puzzles that need to be fixed. The people in his life seem to have no place in his heart. He goes through every day just being bitter and alone. But, in the drop of a dime he will change and do something extraordinary. You almost have to do a double take to even realize that he did it. Like when he lied to the transplant board about a certain heart transplant. They could have taken his license for that. But, he put himself on the line so someone would live. So the question would be, how could a man so angry at the world still do something so wonderful on order to help someone?

Of course he would never admit it. He would say that the woman had a nice rack or that there were too few fine women in the world to lose one. That was how he was, walls made of ice to hide his heart. "He will never let anyone in." she thought as she sighed.

"You ok in there?" Hannah called from the bedroom.

"Yeah. Just finishing up." She called as she rinsed her hair and finished shaving. "Oh well," she thought, "Maybe it is time to move on and get over it."

When she got out of the shower, she was pleased to see that Hannah had took it upon herself to put clothes on her bed. From the looks of things, Allison would be showing a little leg at the hospital today. She had picked out a light gray skirt that came just above her knees with a slit up the left side. The top was a dusty pink camisole with a rose pattern on the right side that was sewn with a darker pink. The outfit was topped off with some three inch gray heals. When she put it all together and looked in the mirror, she decided that she looked like she came straight from Vogue magazine.

"This should turn some heads." She thought as she put on makeup and looked at herself one more time. As she left her room she checked the clock. "6:55, still plenty of time." She thought.

"Heading out Hannah! If you need me call my cell or the hospital!" She called as she walked through the living room. At the door she heard a call for her to wait.

Hannah came dashing out and ran up to Allison and stood in front of her. She felt like a dork just standing there. "You look nice."

"All thanks to my fashion consult. Did you not think that I could dress myself?"

"No no. That's not it." Hannah stuttered, as she looked up at her. "God Hannah. Why is it so hard to just kiss her goodbye? I don't think she will bite." She thought to herself as she slipped peaks at her.

"Hey, are you ok? " Allison asked as she touched her shoulder, concerned with the silent treatment that she was receiving.

Hannah reached up and hugged her, then kissed her on her cheek. "I hope you have a good day." The two hugged for a few minutes before Allison broke apart and ruffled her hair.

"You too kiddo. See you tonight. Remember anything at all, call the hospital or my cell." Allison said as she opened the door and walked out.

"Mom." Hannah got her attention, "I am 15. I will be fine. Trust me. Go forth and save people."

"Alright. I will see you around 5. And don't …"

"Open the door for anyone." She finished, "I got it."

With that Allison turned and walked away towards the elevator. As the doors closed, the image of her daughter watching her from the doorway was imprinted in her mind.

"Today will be a wonderful day."