A/N: Here's the next chapter. Enjoy and please review!

Instead of answering her he steered himself in the direction of the bathroom. Let's deal with one problem at a time, he thought as she began to relieve himself.

"Ugh." Cameron shouted and stocked into the bedroom. House winced and washed his hands. He walked into the bedroom to find Cameron removing her earrings and pulling her hair into a high ponytail. His eyes roamed her angry figure all the way to the luscious curve of her cute ass. How did he not notice that when he first came home; maybe it was the teary teenage girl gripping his back as he raced home? She shivered as they came to a red light and he shrugged out of his jacket and wrapped it around her small body. Georgia sniffed and offered him a thank you as she clutched it tighter around her. His main concern was getting her home where she could has out her problems to someone who could most likely help her. It was strange how all of these emotions started to affect him as he dealt with this girl that he barely knew. He felt drawn to her but wanted to keep his distance. She was beautiful, no doubt about that. With her long legs, small waist and long dark hair she was a knock out. Despite being fourteen she was obviously developing into a young woman. He felt a pang of anger towards anyone who looked at her with that look of interest in their eye. Yet, he couldn't figure out if he wanted to be apart of her life. The fatherly instinct was definitely rearing its head, but he wasn't sure if he was ready to deal with that. He hadn't even told Cameron about her. House blew out some air and braced himself as she approached Cameron. He grabbed her tiny wrist and brought her flush against him.

"Let go House I'm not in the mood."

"She's my daughter." He said, searching her eyes. She gasped as he kneaded the pliant flesh of her bum, stretching and caressing it. "I didn't want to tell you until I told her." He dropped a wet kiss to her neck and sucked gently at the skin that lay there. Impulsively her hands went to his hair threading them through it, trying to increase his pressure. He pulled back and pressed his mouth against hers, hard and needy. A soft groan escaped her lips as he pulled away pulling her impossibly close to him. Cameron blinked a few times trying to collect her thoughts. She never doubted his kissing abilities, they were so thorough and passionate even the smallest peck could distract her from her thoughts. But not tonight, House had just dropped a huge bombshell that would affect both of their lives forever.

"You have a daughter with Stacy?" He nodded as Cameron started to pull away from him. "Why didn't you tell me?"

He rolled his eyes and dropped his hands from her body. "Because I didn't want to you know before her. I at least owe her that. I haven't been in her life for fourteen years and instead of telling her about it I go all chatty Kathy and tell everyone with two ears." He paused and took a breath. "Besides I don't know what I'm going to do." Cameron turned away from him.

"This is big." She whispered.

"Yeah it is."

Georgia waved to one of the girls in her ballet class as she left the studio. Back at home Georgia had been enrolled in a prestigious dancing program but had to leave after Mark's accident. They moved to Princeton, New Jersey so Mark could begin his physio. Her Mom managed to get a job as the hospital's lawyer, which meant she would be spending long hours at the office. Usually during the summer Stacy worked less and spent more time with her, arranging road trips and little outings. Just the two of them, but with the daunting task of defending a hospital with a gaggle of doctors proved too much for her. She came home exhausted and cranky warning any and everyone to stay out of her way. Especially after she'd finish sparring with a certain doctor whose name was synonymous with lawsuits. Stacy wasn't normally like that. She usually was bright and cheerful, but with the pressure of her new job and Mark's handicap she found herself crumbling and neglecting Georgia.

Making new friends was never one of Georgia's strong points, particularly in the summer. There were never any kids her age around, they were usually in summer school or summer camps. So when Stacy suggested she take up a class provided by some undergrad students at the college Georgia reluctantly agreed. It gave her something to do during the day and she was managing to make new friends. The only problem was that Stacy was always late to pick her up. Georgia was use to it by now and to pass the time as she waited she started to bring a book and her iPod. She sighed as she slipped the buds into her ears and sunk down against the wall of the studio. Pulling on a sweatshirt Georgia idly browsed her music settling on some Bob Marley. The smooth beats of steel drums and Bob's melodic voice filled her ears and she began to sway to "Is This Love". Georgia sat there for a bit and closed her eyes drifting of into her own world as she listened to the music. Then the prodding poke of a stick jabbed her leg, breaking her from her calm. She yanked the buds from her ears and looked up to find House peering at her.

"Grab your stuff." He said and turned, limping out of the studio. Georgia quickly scrambled to collect her bag and Pointe shoes following after him.

"Did my mom send you?" she asked catching up to him.

"No." he answered simply.

"She was pretty mad about last time. Maybe I should call her." She said as she began to open her phone.

"That doesn't seem like a good idea." He admonished.

"Why not? Why doesn't she want us spending time together? Are you a pedophile or something?"

"If I was why would you be following me to my car with no reluctance?"

"Maybe I'm a masochist." She muttered under her breath. He pushed open the doors of the building and they were met with the muggy summer air that could only be used to describe July.

"Are we taking the bike?"

"That's what I don't like about teenagers they ask to many questions." House fished his keys out of his pocket and walked over to his shiny corvette.

"You drive a corvette?" Georgia asked excitedly as she stood still staring at the car.

"Yeah, but only when I want to impress the girls." He answered with a wag of his eyebrows. Georgia grasped the door handle and opened it ducking into the car. "So, you in the mood for Indian?" She shrugged and buckled herself into her seat as he pulled away from the parking lot.

He took her to a small Indian place right outside of his neighborhood. Georgia chatted without abandonment as they looked at the menus. She told him how she was without a doubt the best in her ballet class and about her new friend she made, Bambi. He rolled his eyes and muttered something about new age parents and their ridiculous names. To which she replied that Bambi's father was a washed up French rocker, whose wife worked in the Engineering department at Princeton. He was trying his hand at middle class suburbia. Georgia talked admiringly of Bambi's nose ring and House quickly told her she wouldn't be getting one. His outburst interrupted the comfortable flow of conversation between the two of them. Up until that point they had been sparing amiably as she recanted the moments of her day.

"You're not my father." She said quietly. Her eyes narrowed as his head hung in what resembled remorse.

"Sorry." He said quickly. He reached for his glass of water and took a sip.

"Are you sorry you're not my father or sorry you snapped at me?" Georgia asked. House looked away as she waited for his answer tapping his fingers against the table. "You are, aren't you?" House sighed and looked at her expectant face.

"I can't be who you want me to be. I'm an old grumpy irresponsible addict who can't care for another person."

"What about Allison? You love her don't you?"

"That's different. We've barely been dating."

"But I'm your daughter, you don't owe her anything." She said as tears began to wet her cheeks.

"I don't really owe you anything either." He murmured. Georgia's sharp intake of air alarmed him, but he didn't show it. They sat in silence for a few minutes until Georgia stood. She reached for her bag and left the restaurant abruptly. He didn't follow her.