The Worse Of Two Evils


(No one's a virgin. Life screws us all.)

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Chase, Cameron and Foreman were running the tests, starting with Kasi since she was conscious. If she did have diabetes, they knew they should get her started right away.

"How's her insulin levels?" Foreman asked Cameron.

"Within range. She doesn't have diabetes."

"You sound disappointed," Chase remarked, to which Cameron glared at him.

"Here we go again," Foreman groaned.

"I don't care if she has it or not. Though if she did, maybe it would have put her in her place about those stupid Skittles," Cameron retorted.

Chase and Foreman couldn't help but chuckle at how badly it went with Cameron and the teen.

"Just give me the other slide so we can check for mono."

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Wilson and House remained in the office. Wilson, thinking about what he was going to do about Bryn, and House…was being House. He started typing on his laptop. Wilson glared at him as Jeopardy music started blasting in the room.

"Do you mind?!"

"Not at all. Would you prefer Millionaire music instead?" House asked, only to receive a glare.

"I don't know what to do!" House suddenly killed the music.

"You have the money. She's old enough to take care of herself. It's like an old dog!"

"Except that she's a teenage girl who is my daughter! I don't know how to raise a kid. It's not like starting from when they're little. You learn when they're little. I'm starting partway through. I don't have time to learn." Wilson spelled out. "You wouldn't be acting like this is Kasi was your daughter!"

House smirked. "Wanna bet?"

"You're kidding me," Wilson stated. "You want to bet at a time like this?!"

"Sure. Why not?" House asked, standing up. "The ducklings surely haven't used up all that blood yet. Let us go prove that the addict isn't my kid, and I will at the same time pretend it's positive, and show that I wouldn't act like you."

"That doesn't make sense. You know that she isn't your kid!"

"Then this is where I get my acting award."

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Chase was in Kasi's room, having nothing else to do except monitor her since House had disappeared somewhere. Cameron and Foreman were with Bryn, who had finally woken up, and went to the MRI to see if there was anything in her head or any enlarged organs.

Kasi hadn't seemed to be tired like she had been earlier, and just looked bored.

"So. Do you do anything other than be a doctor?" she asked.

"Not too much. I'm here most of the time," Chase answered.

"Then I don't see why Bryn wants to be one so much," she grumbled.

"What do you want to do then?" Chase asked.

"Video games!" she said excitedly.

"How so?" Chase asked, laughing slightly.

"Make them. Design them and program them. Bryn's better at drawing than me, though, so she'll have to help with that. But I can do everything else, pretty much," she admitted. "So what's with you and the thief?" she asked.

"Thief?"

"The woman."

"Cameron. Nothing, really." He looked around the room sadly.

"You like her," Kasi smirked.

"We tried a relationship."

"If you had, you'd both be awkward. She glares at you every few minutes and you act like a kicked puppy dog."

Chase glared at her.

"That's a first. I never knew a relationship where the guy was more into it than the girl. Cool."

Before Chase could give a reply, a tap coming from the door echoed. It was Mrs. Tate.

"Oh God. Not you again," Kasi groaned.

"Nice to see you too, Kasmira."

"Do you want to die? Cuz prison sounds a whole lot better than foster care," Kasi commented.

Heather ignored her. "As soon as you're fit to be discharged, you're going to have to come with me. We found Mr. Shores drunk and is in jail for abuse charges. You'll have to testify once it goes to court, but until then, we'll be looking for a place you can stay for the next two years."

"Go die already."

"This is serious, Kasmira. You were being hurt, for God knows how long—"

"About two years ago," Kasi commented absentmindedly.

"You allowed yourself to be abused for two years?!"

"Better than foster care. At least then you can go someplace and you feel like you belong," Kasi answered. "What's going to happen to Bryn?"

"Same thing. Probably be far away from each other, though, since you always get in trouble together."

"You can't do that!" Kasi yelled, getting angry.

"We can, and we might have to. It's not something you get to choose, Kasmira."

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"All right, Bryn," Foreman said through the speaker. "You might feel uncomfortable, but-"

"But I have to hold still and let the giant magnetic camera take pictures of me," she commented.

"Have you been in an MRI before?" Cameron asked.

"Nope. But I want to be a doctor, so I look a bunch of stuff up. It's better than doing homework."

"Just tell us if you feel uncomfortable or anything," Foreman told her, rolling his eyes.

"I heard you roll your eyes!" she yelled.

Foreman switched the speaker off, and looked at Cameron. "These two are more work than they're worth."

"Maybe, but at least she's bearable," Cameron commented.

"Nothing in her brain. No swelling, clots or tumors."

"That's good. I doubt Wilson would want to treat her." Cameron looked at him. "What do you think he'll do?"

"I don't know. It's his choice whether he keeps her or tells her or anything."

"He should at least let her know."

"And then say that he doesn't want a kid," Foreman looked at her. "She'd be better off not knowing who her father is if it turns out like that."

"Bryn. We're going to get you out," Cameron said through the speaker.

"Did you find anything?" she asked back nervously.

"No. Nothing."

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"Now then," House said, handing Wilson the results without looking at them. "Tell me she's my kid, and we'll see how I react."

Wilson rolled his eyes, but did as he was told. He opened the folded results, and pretended to scan them until it came across the part that said if it was positive or negative.

"House…you're the father of a sixteen-year-old…"

A few seconds passed. "Nope, nothing. No reaction."

"House…I'm serious. She's your daughter."

"You're good at this, Wilson," House commented, but then looked at his face.

That was not the face Wilson made when he was joking around.

"Give me that!" House said, snatching the result out of Wilson's hand. And in red letters read the word "positive".

Author's Note: Dun Dun Duuuuun!! I know, you totally didn't see that coming. Anyways, hope you enjoy the update. We enjoyed writing it for sure. And once the rest of this story is done, one-shots of doom and mini-series! Not to mention, one more month until the fifth season of House is on! So yeah. Hope you enjoyed, more reviews would be appreciated, and the next chapter will be out...when I remember to post it, so hopefully next week. Peace!