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"You had no right!" She was already practically in tears. "No right!"

They were alone. House arrived in her office the following morning, hoping she would have cooled off enough to speak to him and not shout. Cuddy, on the other hand, had been waiting for his arrival, her anger still fuming from the previous night.

House stood grounded. "Cuddy, I-"

"No!" Cuddy cut him off and pointed a finger inches from his face. "You do not get to speak. House, she is my daughter and you had no right to tell her you're her father."

"You could have denied it." House shrugged.

"So when she eventually found out, she'd know her mom lied to her?" Cuddy asked and backed away, but her eyes never left him. "House, I didn't tell her for a reason and you completely undermined me. Did it ever cross your mind as to why I didn't tell her? Have you ever wondered why I explained the conception to her the way I did? I mean, I am her mother, House. You had no right whatsoever to tell her-"

"If you want me-" House tried to cut in.

"And why now?" Cuddy threw her arms out and walked away from him. She spun quickly in his direction. "Out of any day you could have chosen, why now? Because James is considered an uncle to her and you're nothing so you had to show him up? You had to be on top one more time?"

House directed his eyes to the ceiling. "If by on top, you mean-"

"James knows," Cuddy told him. "He knows Sarah is yours. He's not stupid. You could have gone in and rubbed it in his face all you wanted, but to tell her that-"

House sighed loudly. "Am I ever going to get a chance to say something?"

"I don't want to hear what you have to say," Cuddy spat back. "I don't want to know the excuse you're going to give. It's not going to be honest, it's not going to be sincere-"

"Would you let me give it?" House asked.

"No," Cuddy shot him down. "You're unhappy so you have to ruin everyone else's lives."

House's eyebrows drew together in annoyance. "I doubt your life is ruined."

"Get out," Cuddy commanded and pointed to the door.

"Lisa," House locked eyes with her. "I gave you that child."

Cuddy placed her hands on her hips. "So?"

"Don't you remember?" House limped his way closer to her.

"Of course I remember," Cuddy spat back. "I also remember that it was an agreement that all you would provide was the sperm."

House stopped. "Is that all I am to you?"

Cuddy hesitated only a moment. "Yes."

"You don't think she meant it, right?" House looked up from his seat on the couch.

"Do you?" Wilson looked up from his desk.

"She was angry," House replied.

"Well, you did tell Sarah you were her father," Wilson returned with a raise of his eyebrows.

"I am Mick's father," House said and sighed.

Wilson stared. "Wow."

"What?" House asked.

"Nothing, it's just..." Wilson gave a shrug. "That's the first time I've ever heard you say it."

"You knew though," House replied, slightly distracted by his own thoughts.

"Of course I did," Wilson agreed. "I'm not blind. And I'm not an idiot either. Lisa brought her in with a stomach pains when she was three and you were on top of it as soon as they came through the doors."

"Cuddy bribed me." House returned to the present conversation. "She only wanted the best."

"What about when she had the flu at five?" Wilson asked, knowing he was right.

House drew back slightly. "How do you remember that?"

"How can anyone forget?" Wilson raised his eyebrows. "You were an asshole that entire week, you were so worried."

"Kids die from the flu," House said simply. "Cuddy had me on that-"

"Don't pin this all on Lisa," Wilson cut him off. "Besides, Sarah looks like you. Well, her eyes are yours. That's easy to see." Wilson gave a short nod. "She's smart."

"So's Cuddy if you haven't noticed," House replied.

"And she broods," Wilson pointed out.

House frowned. "Cuddy-"

"Lisa doesn't brood." Wilson raised a pointed finger, stopping him. "Not that deep. Not like that. She's got her hands full having a kid of yours."

"Well, your kids aren't so great either," House sneered.

"Hey, we're talking about you and your daddy issues," Wilson told him.

"Daddy issues?" House repeated.

"Admit it," Wilson said. "You want to be that girl's father."

House gave him a look expressing his exhaustion. "I am-"

"You know what I mean," Wilson cut him off.

House shook his head. "Mick needs no daddy."

Wilson brightened a bit and called House on another point. "And you call her Mick."

House rolled his eyes. "I only call her Mick to piss Cuddy off."

"You call her Mick out of possessiveness," Wilson corrected.

House shook his head and stood to his feet. He jammed his cane into the floor and let himself out of Wilson's office. Wilson watched, waiting for the snide response that never came.

"Can we talk about it now?"

Sarah stood in the doorway to the living room. Cuddy looked up from the bills in her hands and towards her daughter.

"What, honey?" Cuddy asked.

Sarah entered the room. "Can we talk now about Dr. House being my dad now?"

Cuddy let a sigh escape from parted lips. "Sarah..."

"Mom," Sarah whined in response.

Cuddy set the bills on the coffee table and leaned back into the couch. Sarah sat next to her mother, waiting expectantly.

"What is it that you want to know?" Cuddy asked.

Sarah pushed a chunk of dark hair behind her ear. "Why aren't you together?"

"Because we-" Cuddy paused. "Aren't right for each other."

Sarah frowned. "Why doesn't he want to be my dad?"

Cuddy shook her head. "It's not that, Sarah."

"He does want to be my dad?" Sarah brightened slightly.

"No," Cuddy answered and then lowered her tone. "This is why I didn't want you to know. At least, not now anyway." She took in a breath and brought Sarah's hand within hers. "When I wanted a baby, Dr. House and I talked about what would happen if he helped me to have a baby. I would be a mother and he wouldn't be the dad."

"But, he is my dad," Sarah said.

"Yes," Cuddy agreed and hesitated, trying to find the right words. "But, he wouldn't be with us."

"Why?" Sarah asked. "Doesn't he love me?"

"Sarah." Cuddy didn't know what else to say.

"You said parents love their children uncondushilly," Sarah pointed out.

"Unconditionally," Cuddy corrected.

"So, doesn't he love me?" Sarah didn't understand why she was wrong.

"It's not as easy as that," Cuddy told her softly. "I know you're confused and you don't understand, but the answers I can give you aren't simple."

"So..." Sarah thought it over and pulled her hand out of her mother's. "It's like he's really not my dad."

Cuddy nodded slightly. "In a way."

Sarah stared at her. "But, doesn't he want kids?"

"No, sweetie," Cuddy answered.

"But, what if he does and he just didn't tell you?" The hope on Sarah's face tore right through Cuddy.

"Come here." Cuddy held her arms out.

Sarah crawled across the couch and into the arms of her mother. Cuddy wrapped her warmth around the child and kissed her on the head.

"I wish I could give you a daddy, Sarah, but House isn't him," Cuddy said gently.

"But, he is my daddy, Mom," Sarah replied. "Maybe he changed his mind."

"I don't think so, baby." Cuddy kissed the girl's head again. "I don't think so."