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Chapter 22: A mother's revenge and a wonderful surprise

James Wilson leaned on his hand while staring at the ER doors. To say it was dead would be an understatement. He looked up at the clock and realized that he there had not been a patient for at least an hour.

It was times like this that he wished he had a game boy like House. Thinking about the possibility of annoying House until Cuddy caught them made him smirk and begin to walk to the elevators.

Just as he rounded the nurse's station, he saw a familiar head a brown hair limping into the ER with his parents. In a flash, he ducked behind the wall of the station. He felt silly as he saw the nurse stare at him before turning to the patient.

Plans formed in his mind as he heard the nurse take the patients information. Thinking quick, he waved at her when she turned to get a new folder.

"Send him to room 1." He told the nurse in a hushed voice.

The nurse, obviously new and not wanting to say no to the Dean of Oncology, nodded her head and moved to escort the patient to the room.

Once the door to the exam room closed, he darted to Cuddy's office and began to put his plan in action. Cuddy didn't even look up as he snuck into the office.

"Normally when one is sneaking around, they don't sneak into their bosses office."

"You need to see a patient in Room 1." Wilson said, as he approached her desk.

"No, you can not turn into House! I will fire you, I swear I will." She huffed, as she looked up at him. One look and she could tell that he was very serious. She took her glasses off and walked to her lab coat. "This is going to get us sued, is it?"

"Probably."

"Great."

Wilson watched as she greeted the parents and opened the room door. He then walked to the phone and dialed a familiar number. A few minutes later, the phone rang.

"Better be good, you made me die and I was about to beat the game." A grumpy voice spoke.

"You will not believe who walked in the ER."

Silence …

"Cuddy in there?"

"Yep."

"We'll be down in a few minutes." Click

Wilson put the phone down and pulled the lounge chair over to the glass doors in Cuddy's office. A perfect view of room 1 could be seen once he sat down. Now all he had to do was wait. He wished he had popcorn.

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Allison stood in the middle of the lab and closed her eyes. The lab had always been her haven and she was not disappointed as she slowly relaxed. It made her think clearly.

There was a lot of history in this room. It was almost like a journal of her life.

Allison looked at the stack of charts and began to look at the many blood samples in the room. The first few patients when fine, it wasn't until the last one that the thoughts began.

14-year-old rape victim

Time of Death: 11:45 pm

Testing: Dna on semen collection

Like the norm, she pulled on a pair of gloves and began her "police" investigation. It wasn't normal to get them, but if an incident happened close enough. They would request that it be done.

She gathered the information and began to close the file but something made her stop. Not listening to her head, she turned to the back of the folder.

The photos made her heart beat faster and tears begin to form. Gruesome photos of a crime scene and a school photo of the girl made her walls begin to crumble.

How close did she come to this? Somewhere, there was a mother who just lost her child this way. How close was she to being that mother? Flashes of walking up to her beaten body in the exam room that night came to her, it was her fault. She shouldn't have let her leave with him. She knew he was bad news, but she let him take her that night.

It was her fault. She didn't even notice the other person in the room until she heard him speak.

"It wasn't your fault, but you are still blaming yourself."

Allison didn't have to turn around to know who it was. She had memorized that gruff voice long ago. She also didn't have to look at him, to know the look on his face. He was not impressed.

She turned and looked at him. He didn't say anything, just limped over and gave her a tissue. "Clean up, we have somewhere to be."

At that, he turned and left her there. Her sanctuary didn't seem warm anymore.

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Not a word was said on the way to the elevator. Allison felt like a child following a parent after getting caught doing something bad. Not a word was spoken in the elevator.

House was standing in front of the doors, which placed her behind him. It was like he was ignoring her. The thought would have brought tears to her eyes, but not today.

She heard a sigh and saw him lean over to the stop button and press it. The elevator jolted to a stop and it made Allison brace herself on the bar behind her.

"I'm angry." House said without turning around to look at her. "I don't get angry. I get bitter and resentful but I don't remember the last time that I got angry."

"And that's a good thing?" Allison questioned, not really knowing where he was getting at with that statement.

"No, that's not a good thing Allison!" House said, as he finally turned around towards her. "Blaming yourself for something that you have no control over is the dumbest thing I have ever heard of. You're angry but you're angry at the wrong person."

Allison kept quiet as she heard him rant. She knew he was right but she needed something to push her in the right direction. Thinking to herself, she barely heard him when he said that she needed to meet someone.

"Who?"

"The person you should really be angry at, he's here and you need to deal with this." House said, "I refuse to see you turn into me, bitter and cold. Blaming yourself for things you have no control over."

She noticed that he was getting closer and let him wrap his arms around her. The two stood in the elevator for a few minutes before he broke away with a light kiss on her forehead.

He started the elevator again and stood next to her, watching her. The emotions that were flashing on her face almost made him dizzy. But, there was one thing that he was sure of as the elevator touched down.

They were soo going to get sued.

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Cuddy looked out the window to her left and saw Cameron coming towards her with a very un-Cameron face on. She looked at the teen she was treating and looked back out the window.

The pieces suddenly clicked.

Now, that left Cuddy with an important administrative decision. Should she be the director that she was hired to be and refuse to let her in?

Or, should she be the woman she is and let her have her way?

When she opened the door and looked at the determination on Cameron's face, she made her decision. She stepped aside and left the mother with the teen. As she passed House, she walked to the parents.

Allison stood in the room and took a long look at the boy who was lying on the bed. His arm had been wrapped and he had bruises all over his face. She looked over at the X-rays hanging on the chart next to him and smirked. He had 3 broken ribs and 2 fractured ones.

"You look like you got beat up pretty bad, get in a fight?" Cameron asked in a friendly voice.

"Football match turned wrong."

"Right." She said with a doubtful voice. "Well, I'm going to have to wrap your ribs since they have been set already."

Allison got the wrap and clips out from the cabinets a little roughly. This made the teen look over at her. "Rough day?" He asked with a small voice.

The look she gave him would have killed him, he thought. if it was directed to him. Little did he know, was that it was directed to him.

She didn't trust herself to say anything until she began to wrap his ribs. A little too tight, she felt like grinning when she saw him cringe. "My daughter was pretty beat up by someone last weekend."

That made him open his eyes and look at her in a new light. The wrap was beginning to cut off his breathing. When she clipped the wrap, he began slightly struggling for breath.

Allison sat on the stool next to him and watched him struggle. "Now, we're going to talk Michael. You should know all about my daughter, after all you drugged her and almost raped her."

Michael looked over at her with wide eyes, now full of fear. "Ah, there you go. You aren't as dumb as I thought you were."

"So, here's how it's going to work." She said as she leaned over him. He was almost turned blue, struggling to breath. "Now, if you dare touch my daughter again. I swear I will diagnose you with the most infectious disease you have ever heard of. After all we have blood samples for you and will keep them for an extended period of time. You never know the things you can catch in the hospital. I hear staf is very unpleasant, especially if you catch it vulnerable places on your body."

He stared at the woman above her and watched as she began to loosen his bandages around his chest. Satisfied that she most likely broke the fractured ribs she slipped on her stethoscope and listen to his lungs and heart.

They didn't sound sluggish and his heart was fine. She may have wanted to kill the kid but the doctor in her needed to make sure that he didn't.

"Now, you wont be getting pain relievers from me. Maybe you can get them from your father. And no one is going to hear about our little talk, are they?"

Michael nodded his head "no" and cringed slightly. This woman was scary, and right now he just wanted to go home.

"Oh and one more thing. I would transfer to another school. Preferably an all boys' school. Since after I'm finished with this situation, they wont accept you any where else."

The door clicked as she left, leaving the boy almost in tears. If he didn't truly think about what would possibly happen to him after he did his plan. He did now and the future didn't look that bright anymore.

Allison walked by House and Wilson. She didn't look at them, she didn't say a word, and the two doctors just watched her get on the elevator. House heard the room door open and close.

While, the teen walked pass him with a heavier limp than before didn't notice him. He was sure that the parents did.

Cuddy walked up to the bitter doctor and watched them leave.

"Well, you'll be happy to hear the best words ever." House started, looking over at her,

"You'll be happy to work clinic duty?" Cuddy joked.

"We're not getting sued." House replied to her, rolling his eyes. "Don't forget you two, we have a date on Saturday."

He then turned and went off to find his missing duckling.

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It took him one try to find her.

On the roof of all places, part of him wondered if she was going to jump. She was sitting with her back to the edge with her legs bunched up to her knees. Her head was down and he could hear loud sobs coming from her small frame.

Sighing, he limped over to her quietly and put his hand on her head. "You'll forgive me if I don't sit beside you?"

"I think I can handle that." She muffled to him without looking up.

"Well, I'm disappointed. I was looking forward to having to drag you out of the room. I wanted to admit him to the hospital. Think of the fun we could have had if he was admitted."

Allison began to laugh lightly and lean her head back to look up at the sky. The laughs began to get louder before he realized that she wasn't laughing at all. The laughs turned into heart clinching sobs, tears of pain began to flow freely from her eyes. It was at that point that he realized that he didn't like her crying, he didn't like her in pain.

"I hate him! I hate his looks and the way his eyes gleamed when he watched her that night! I want to strangle him, I'm so angry! I hate how he touched her; he planned all this from the start. I wanted to kill him." She shouted until she was horse, crying while she did it. He just let her rant, while watching her the whole time.

The pain that he caused her, the pain that she overcame and forgave, and now the pain of what could have happened but didn't. A revelation came to him at that moment and he finally realized that maybe they weren't as different as he thought they were.

The sobs lessened and she hiccupped lightly, as she began to stand up. House stepped aside as he watched her slowly stand up to look at him. He watched her as she began to straighten her lab coat, and rub her eyes. When she looked up at him, her eyes were puffy and red. He could see the pain on her face and he leaned forward to kiss her softly. "Do you feel better?"

Allison looked at him and smiled. "I think I'm getting there, thanks."

The two walked to the door, hand in hand before he opened the door for her. As he watched her walk in front of him, he noticed that he shoulders were less hunched then before. It seemed

She should get angry again, he mused, just not at him.

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House stood on the doorstep of a tan colored town home; he looked in the windows and sighed. True, it was a fixer upper, but it was a good deal. In the beginning, he was a tad upset that he wasn't the one to think of Cameron's perfect gift. But, true and true Foreman showed his abilities to get what he needed.

People that had never met Cameron pitched in for the home. But, a few choice individuals needed a little persuading. This was also where he came in handy. The trio decided that House was the perfect person for the job. So, after one short week, the present was theirs.

So, here they were, on the Saturday morning before Cameron's birthday in the freezing snow in front of the house that they all bought for the birthday girl. House turned towards the other members of his clean up crew.

"Come on people, move it! The house won't get cleaned up by itself." House yelled, drilling out orders.

"I am so not in the mood for this." Cuddy said, holding her coffee. She walked down the sidewalk to meet up with Wilson, Foreman and Chase.

House put the keys in the door and turned. He was the first to go in the home. With a critical eye, he took a quick look around and whistled loudly. It would be a chore, that was for sure. But once it was done, it would be perfect.

The home had 3 bedrooms, 2.5 bathrooms, a living room, a dining room, and a study/den. The staircase winded and opened to a loft area that led to the three bedrooms and upstairs bathrooms.

The floors were wooden and needed to be cleaned, polished and refinished. The whole house was covered in dust and dirt. Thankfully, there was no mold in the house. Chase's job was to hire an inspector to come and check that out. The house came back with a bill of health.

As the members of his crew flooded into the living room, they all gaped in shock. They had expected an old shack for the price that the house was listed.

"This is actually not that bad." Wilson commented, "It just needs the paint touched up a little and a good clean job. The only tough thing will be cleaning the floors and refinishing them."

"Well, time to get a move on people!" House said, "Chase and Foreman you are upstairs in the bedrooms and bathrooms. Wilson you're in the kitchen and Cuddy you are in the living room and study."

"Who made you the boss?" Chase asked, looking at House with a doubting look.

"I'm the one with the cane." House said, holding up his cane to prove his point. "And I sigh your paychecks."

"Actually, I thought that was my job." Cuddy cut in, effectively interrupting him.

"It's only threatening if you have a cane. I don't think you have flash them to death." House said, whispering to Cuddy.

"Jerk."

"Now, get to work my cohorts." House said, shooing them along. After a few minutes of looking at each other, Foreman and Chase moved to the staircase. Cuddy started setting up in the living room.

"And what will you be doing?" Wilson asked, as he watched House limp away.

"Getting coffee. Then, coming back to check on you." House called to him before leaving a slightly pissed off Wilson.

"So, are we getting paid for this?" Chase said, poking his head over the railing of the stairs.

"Not in your life." Cuddy replied before sighing loudly and looking over at Wilson.

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After House left, he set his second plan in motion. The "kidnap daughter to help get perfect furniture for the birthday gift" plan. This part of the plan would be the hardest of all, since mommy was playing mother hen.

House sat in the parking space and sighed. He needed to get the kid out of the apartment but he didn't need to get hay-laid by Allison either. Now, normally that would be a great thing. But Allison had nice vibes and things just come out of House without him even knowing. He had already called his cohort and was now just waiting for her to come running out to him. Part of him wondered what she told her to let her get out of the house.

And well, he wanted her birthday to be a surprise damnit.

So, here he sat with his Ray Bans on blaring Metallica. She came out half way in Sad but True.

"Yo." House said, as he looked over at her.

"You look like a reject from a Top Gun movie." Hannah said, smirking over at him.

"You know, I don't like that attitude."

"Ahh, so how does it feel to be on the other side? I'm sure many people feel the same when dealing with you, oh wise one." She replied, looking over at him. "So, where are we going?"

"Shopping."

"Excuse me? Say that again." Hannah said, sitting up and paying attention to him. "You are taking me shopping?"

A groan could be heard from House as he watched the teen smile almost as brightly as her mother. This was so not going to be a good day for him.

Stopping at a stoplight, he popped his Vicodin and took a pill.

"You might want to take 2 more of those. The mall is having a huge sale today." Hannah said to him, while looking out the window.

House just stared at her before plopping another pill in his mouth and putting the bottle in his pocket.

5 hours later

House pulled up to the tan town home and watched the expression that passed across Hannah's face. Everyone had left except Wilson and Cuddy, who were waiting on the porch.

"Are you going to get out or just stare at it?"

"You bought this for her?"

"As much as I want to claim it, I can't. But, thanks to you and the wonderful shopping you just put me through. I furnished it."

Hannah laughed and opened the door. Wilson met her half way and gave her a hug.

"How have you been?" Wilson asked looking down at her.

"Pretty good, much better than him." She said pointing back at House who was leaning on the car, taking another pill.

"Eh, he deserves it."

"Hey hey hey, I just went through torture here." House came back limping to them.

"Then you should have let me go with her." Cuddy piped in.

"And stay here and get all sweaty? Gross."

"You're nothing but a baby. And how are you doing young lady?" Cuddy asked her.

"No complaints here. Now I am going to investigate and plan out the furniture."

"If you come back with a map, I'm going to leave you here." House called out to her. When he looked back at Cuddy and Wilson they were smirking at him. "What?"

"You two seem to be getting along pretty well." Cuddy said, smirking at him.

House glared at the two and walked pass them and into the house. "This place better be spotless or else!"

Cuddy and Wilson looked at each other and smiled. Cuddy was the first to say something. "I'm going home, I'll see you both at work tomorrow."

Wilson nodded his head and went to follow him friend in the house. He wanted to see the look on his face, when House looked at the place. He found him in the middle of the living room, looking up at the loft. Hannah could be seen trotting from room to room and jotting down things on a notebook.

"So, did we pass the test?" Wilson asked.

"Pretty good boy wonder, you did pretty good."

Until next time …

Author Note:

Phoebes here, I hope you all liked this chapter. I re-read it about 3 times and it went pretty good. I am not a very mean person so I don't know how to really write a mean Cameron /

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