Thank you everyone for the amazing feedback. And don't worry too much about Wilson and his family. They will make their appearances soon! (I'm actually pretty excited to give Wilson a wife and kids) Okay, anyway, here's the next chapter! Enjoy!!
"It's getting to you," Wilson's mouth was hanging open in slight awe as he stared at his friend over the table in the cafeteria.
"What?" House looked over at Wilson.
"Cuddy told me you were teaching Sarah how to play guitar," Wilson said.
"Mick wouldn't shut up unless I let her hold the guitar," House replied.
"Not the version I heard." Wilson smiled smugly. "If you want to teach some more, Cuddy has a late meeting so Sarah will be around."
"Like I'm gonna let her touch my guitar again." House rolled his eyes. "She almost dropped it."
"You can deny it all you want, but this is affecting you." Wilson pointed a finger.
"What is?" House snagged Wilson's potato chips and began eating them.
"Sarah knowing you're her father," Wilson clarified and took a swipe at retrieving his potato chips. "Now, she's taken a different interest in you."
"No, she hasn't."
House crunched the remaining potato chips and set the bag back onto Wilson's tray. Wilson stared at the crumpled bag a moment before looking back up at House. He decided to go back to the subject at hand.
"Don't go behind Cuddy's back on this one."
"What the hell are you even talking about?" House asked him.
"I'm telling you not to do your thing," Wilson replied. "The snooping, the following, the spying. If Cuddy wants you involved now that Sarah knows, she'll bring it up with you."
House eyed him up. "What has she told you?"
"Nothing." Wilson gave a shrug. "I'm just looking out for her."
"Right. Parents United." House gave a nod. He leaned back in his chair. "She never married. She doesn't date."
"What are you saying?" Wilson's eyebrows drew together.
House twirled his cane as it rested across his lap. "Why wouldn't she date? Unless she had a reason not to."
"Do I hear a hint of hope?" Wilson smirked. "Sorry to burst your bubble, but she dates."
House frowned and leaned forward. "When was the last time-"
"Month ago," Wilson cut him off with the answer.
"I bet she had sex," House said and jammed the end of his cane into the floor.
"Couldn't tell you that much," Wilson replied.
"That's because she doesn't tell you everything," House said and took his leave from Wilson.
Wilson stared for a moment and then called after him. "Yeah, because she does with you!"
"Psst." House peeked around the corner in the hallway.
Sarah turned from the vending machine. "Dr. House?"
"Come here." House gave a wave of his hand.
Sarah crossed over to him. "What?"
"You have sleep overs, right?" House asked her. "Kiddie parties with your little pee pants friends?"
"We don't pee our pants!" Sarah exclaimed.
"Yeah, right." House rolled his eyes. "Listen, I'll give you a dollar if you'll spill some info on mommy dearest."
Sarah raised her eyebrows, unimpressed. "A dollar?"
"That's a lot of money to a kid with none," House replied.
"I got money." Sarah placed her hands on her hips, bragging. "I've got grandparents."
"And you may get two more," House told her. "Now, spill."
"Make it five and we got a deal," Sarah said.
"Are you haggling with me?" House asked.
Sarah shook her head. "I don't know what that means."
"Never mind." House pulled a five dollar bill from his wallet. "Five bucks it is." He held it out and then yanked it back. "Ah, but first, does your mom ever have any sleep overs?"
"What'd you mean?" Sarah stared up at him.
"Does she ever allow any adults to sleep over?" House waved the bill slightly.
"Well, there's my Zeyde and Bubba." Sarah gave a shrug. "And um, Aunt Dory sometimes-"
"Any boys ever sleep over?" House wanted what he was looking for.
Sarah held back a giggle. "No. Mom doesn't ever have boys sleep over."
"Not that you know of anyway." House pressed his lips together, thinking.
Sarah gave another shrug. House extended the five dollar bill to her. She plucked it from his hand and began to take off.
"Hey," House called to her, causing her to turn around. "Don't tell your mom where you got that or what we talked about. Got it?"
"Got it." Sarah gave a nod and hurried away.
"Here." Cuddy held up a five dollar bill as she stood in the middle of his office.
House looked up from his backpack as he was filling it on his desk. "Am I suppose to do some sort of sexual-"
"House, it's the five dollar bill you gave Sarah." Cuddy crossed to him.
"Oh right, of course." House moved around the desk and stared at the bill. "It does have my cocaine remains on it."
"That's not funny," Cuddy told him.
"I'm not doing cocaine," House said because he wasn't positive on whether or not she knew he was kidding.
"With you, I can never be sure." Cuddy gave a roll of her eyes.
House narrowed his eyes at her. "Real nice, Cuddy-"
"Take your money back." She offered it to him again.
"Who said it was mine?" House asked, still not taking it.
"Sarah did," Cuddy answered.
"Snitch." House frowned. "I suppose you know why I gave it to her."
Cuddy gave a short nod. "Yes."
"And?" House raised his eyebrows.
"I am not pleased," Cuddy replied.
House snatched the bill from her and smirked. "You don't know."
Cuddy placed her hands on her hips. "Of course I-"
"No, you don't." House slipped the bill into his pocket. "Mick snitched, but she didn't give her ol' man up."
"Oh, God, don't say that." Cuddy let her arms fall to her sides.
"Say that I'm her father?" House zipped his backpack shut and then looked to Cuddy. "What happened to telling the truth, Cuddy?"
"Like about the pizza?" Cuddy asked him.
"You didn't want me going to your house for dinner," he replied.
"She wants a guitar now," Cuddy said. "I told her she could have yours."
"Only if you're willing to ignore child labor laws so she can work to pay it off," House returned with a shrug.
"Will you stop?" Annoyance came through Cuddy's tone.
"You started it," House pointed out.
"Okay," Cuddy nodded in agreement. "Now, we're stopping. We need to have a serious conversation. This is a mess, House."
"It's not that bad." House rolled his eyes.
"She's very impressionable." Cuddy's eyebrows drew together.
"So's everyone, Cuddy," House replied. "With the right force. Cults? Mass suicide?"
"House, stop it." Cuddy let a sigh escape. "She wouldn't eat her pizza. She said it tasted funny. She loves pizza."
House shrugged. "Maybe it wasn't the pizza. Maybe it was her present company."
"I'm going to hit you," Cuddy threatened and narrowed her eyes.
"Being around you always makes me feel sick," House offered. "Must have inherited it from her fath-" Cuddy's hand swung up and House dropped his cane as he grabbed it. "Ah, Cuddy, was that an attempt to be endearing? Should have gone with a kick."
"And cause damage to your good leg?" Cuddy spat and tried to remove her arm from his grasp, but failed in doing so.
"Well, you took out the first one pretty well," House shot back.
He was still holding onto her arm, fingers wound tightly around her wrist. House's free hand went to her hip and he forced her backward, putting some of his weight against her so he didn't fall with his limp. House continued on until he had Cuddy pressed against the wall, the look of shock never leaving her face.
House brought his lips to hers and coaxed her into a kiss. Cuddy hadn't been kissed like that in so long and it caused a very missed pulsing deep within her. But, she had more important things in her life that did not include her present wants and so she kicked House in his good leg.
The pain spread quickly and he bit down on her bottom lip, which made her cry out in pain. Cuddy shoved him and he backed away, glaring. She returned the menacing stare.
"What the hell is wrong with you? And you wonder why I don't want you to be her father when you pull stunts like that."
Her biting words hurt his ears. Cuddy placed a hand to her tender bottom lip and stormed from his office. House frowned, the pain from her assault growing stronger. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out an orange bottle, the prescription recently filled. House pulled off the lid and popped two Vicodin into his mouth.