And here's the psycheout!

Edit: I think there's some confusion with this chapter. Think of it as...a gag reel off of a DVD. It's not real. What happened was, after chapter 13 I sort of went MIA for a month or two, and so to test my writing skills I wrote this fake chapter 14 that, as usual, LOL, confused a few people. I remember the quote was something like, "will probably cause brain fryation," and it did.

Well, I soon deleted it and wrote the 'real' chapter 14, but a few readers really wanted me to keep this or thought it was a great joke(most did not :P). So, I told them I'd repost this "missing" chapter at the end so it didn't fade into oblivion.

Sorry for the confusion!

He leans his elbows on his desk, fingers steepled near his face, as his thoughts run deep. No more running away. There was one person who could answer his questions, no matter how ludicrous they seem, and that would be the person walking into his office now.

Leaning back in his chair, he motions for her to sit and relaxes his body.

"I'm not mad at you."

He raises his eyebrows.

"Wilson told me you called Sebastian. I figured you might, to satisfy your stupid curiousity, of course."

"You think I'm apologizing?"

She's silent for a second and draws in her bottom lip to wetten it. "I was hoping, yes."

"That's stupid, you know?"

"I do," she agrees, her eyes never wavering from his.

Do or die time, he thinks.

"I," he rubs his chin, "need to ask you something that may or may not sound crazy."

"I'm used to that. Shoot."

"You heard that I'm finally remembering some things? Yeah, okay. Well, I've remembered some quite, horribly autrocious things, that I don't...quite believe."

When he doesn't continue, she blinks, unsure of what he's getting at, or maybe too sure.

"Yes?"

"Well," he straightens in the chair and pulls himself closer to his desk. Looking into her eyes, he wonders what exactly is going to happen, and whether or not he really wants to know. Either option sucked. "Before I checked out into WooHoo Land, did you and I have sex?"

Her mouth drops nearly to the floor. Words jumble in her head as she tries to answer the question. Sweat begins to form under her arms and breasts.

"What?" she manages to croak.

"I remember being in the janitor's closet with you, and you're half naked. I remember you walking out of your bathroom with some blue delectible dress with this fabulous slit that let me see half-way up your--."

Raising a hand, she motions for him to stop and says it. "Stop!"

They stare at each other, neither of them sure what exactly is going to change at her answer or whether the answer will be fact or fiction.

Her first reaction is to lie. He'd ended it with her before she'd found out she was pregnant and so he'd never been obligated from the get-go. But at least then, he'd known. Now, he doesn't. And he should.

She looks down at her swollen fingers, tears begin to start stinging her eyes at the smothing emotions that just won't leave her right now. Finally, she faces him again, wishing things could be different.

Softly, almost hoarsely, she lets it go. "I lied about everything." Her shoulders straighten. "Before you went into the coma, we were...sleeping together. Not dating, just...having sex."

"I wouldn't do that." He interrupts brusquely. "You'd get too attached. I don't want that."

She smiles softly, her hands gently rubbing the top of her belly. "I know. And I did. It's why you ended it."

"Better." He hesitates, his knuckles rapping the top of his desk as he eyes her hands. "And the kid?"

"Yours," her voice breaks as she nods her head.

Even though he's been bracing himself for that exact answer, it still blows him back. The responsibility weighs down on his shoulders as they visibly sag, knowing she notices. He's got a kid. His genes are the ones swimming around in her. His kid is the one she'd eaten.

"I don't expect anything from you, House."

His attention is forced back to her.

"I told you before you went into the coma that I didn't need anything from you. You seemed to accept it." Shrugging her shoulders, she doesn't wipe the tears that are slowly falling. "I don't expect you to do it this time around. I'm fine. We're fine."

Silence, deep and tension filled, flows between them.

"And the Sebastian thing?"

"I...didn't want to have to tell you again. Wilson said he wouldn't say anything. I guess I was hoping you'd never remember what happened with us. We weren't together that long."

"You really thought that I wouldn't remember?"

"I had to."

The memories don't suddenly flood him. He doesn't suddenly remember them having sex in his bed, in his office, in her apartment. He doesn't recall her telling him she was pregnant, or that she didn't need him. In fact, the only memories of her are the ones he'd had these past two weeks, barely enough to tell him they'd had anything close to a relationship.

"I'm sorry, House. I should've told you. I just...I just couldn't."

Nodding, he seems to agree with her. She can't tell what he thinks about the whole thing. Overwhelmed might be a good word.

"Are you mad at me?" she asks carefully.

He is. This is his child, and she'd kept it from him. She'd tried to play a game with him, to pull a fast one on him, and this is his flesh and blood. Then again, he'd wanted no part in the kid's life before he went into the coma. Did he have any right to be angry now? No.

He breathes out. "Yes."

"I'm sorry. If I could do it over again..."

"You'd do the same. That's fine."

Everything said, his suspiciouns confirmed, he doesn't know where else to go from here. She is a beautiful young, pregnant, woman. And he is none of those, thankfully. They would never have worked before; they won't even work now.

"What now?" she asks him, needing to know what happens next.

He rubs a hand over his face, finally resting his chin in his hand, as his elbow rests on the desk. So many directions to choose from. So many directions he suddenly found he wanted to take.

"I...I think you need that crib fixed. It can't be hard enough that a crippled can't figure out."

Not replying, she's not sure what that means.

"You've got my kid in there, whether I like it or not. I can help you."

"Help...me?"

"I'm not saying I'm going to marry you, or date you, and I won't be a good dad, but I can be something."

She wipes the tears away, smiling for some reason she doesn't know. She'll take what she can get, hoping somewhere along the way she can change his mind since she'd been so close to it before she'd gotten pregnant.

"I'd like you to be something."

"Can you tell me your name?"

He blinks his eyes against the glaring yellow light being forced into his eyes.

"Get that damn light out of my eyes! I'm fine."

Foreman looks at him dubiously as he tries to sit up.

"I need you--."

"Six, eleven, fifty-nine..." He trails off, realizing he's woken up. He's woken up. His head turns to look out of the glass window to see her in the middle of the hallway, dead in her tracks. Her hands fall to her sides, her stomach flat and taut under her white coat.

"What the hell happened to me, Foreman?"