The Worse Of Two Evils

(Hard work never hurt anyone, but why take the chance?)

Disclaimer: Roses are red. Violets are blue. We don't own House. So you cannot sue.

Cuddy was in Bryn's room, waiting for House to appear, along with the other doctors and the social worker. And appear he did, being extremely dramatic about it, with Kasi in tow.

"There you are, Kasmira. I hope you have your things," Heather said in a falsely cheery voice, ready to take her back into foster care.

She glared at the older woman, but made a step towards her before House moved his cane in front of her. She looked up at House, who looked straight at the social worker.

"I need her paperwork," he simply stated.

"I thought she was well enough to be discharged?"

"House," Cuddy growled. "Let her do her job."

"I am. That's why I asked. Here," he said, handing the paternity tests he'd kept with him over to the two women. "Last thing I want is my spawn being taught religion and how to play nice with others," he snarked.

Heather wasn't convinced. "I've seen you take pills, too many for you to possibly be a fit parent. I doubt any court would allow you custody of Kasmira."

"Will you stop calling me that already?!" Kasi yelled.

"Kasmira," House commented, smirking as she glared at him.

"You shall all die a horrid death…"

"She's Satan, so you might want to believe her," Bryn added, causing them to look at her.

"Well," Wilson began. "If House is actually going to be responsible, I guess it's the least I can do," he said to the social worker.

"Are you sure?" She took a different attitude with Wilson within a second.

"Can you say, "mood swing"?" Kasi asked.

"PMS does that to a chick. And what are you guys talking about?" Bryn asked.

"And people like calling me dense." Bryn glared at the other teen.



"I'm not dense! I just have a short attention—Hey! Is that a fly?" Bryn said, smirking. Kasi laughed.

"Dude, he's your dad!"

"Dude, I figured that out already!"

"You finally admitting it?" Kasi asked.

"I guess."

The two older men sighed. Something told them that they were in for hell.

"You both have kids," Cuddy stated. They nodded.

"Dr. Cuddy. They're your employees. Do they seem at all fit to actually raise these two?" (she is getting on my nerves)

"Besides Dr. Wilson's marriage problems, I can't see how he wouldn't be a great parent. House," Cuddy looked at him, and he gave an innocent face that didn't last long. "Despite his drug use-"

"I need them! Otherwise I'd be in constant pain!"

"Can I have some?" Kasi asked.

Cuddy ignored them. "He wouldn't hurt her."

"You should be more worried about Cuddy trying to kidnap these two," House said, to which he was glared at.

The social worker seemed to be giving in. "We'll see what we can do. If nothing else, until it can be sorted out, the girls will be fine staying with you both."

"Yes! No runny oatmeal! Too healthy anyways," Kasi added as an afterthought.

"Loser."

"Takes one to know one."

"What are you? Five?"

"It's older than you are tall!"

"Come here and say that to my face, bitch!"

House watched in amusement as the two "fought". Wilson clutched his head, feeling a headache coming on.

"And I thought being friends with you was the seventh circle of hell," Wilson commented.

"Really? Cuz I think this is funny. Now I have someone to help me play pranks!" House smirked.

"You would see the whole thing that way."

The ducklings had left by this time, and had returned to the conference room.

"So," Chase began. "Now we have two Houses to deal with, plus a mini-Wilson that has been corrupted by the mini-House."

"This…won't end well for us," Foreman said.

"Let's just hope that neither of them come around all that much."

But alas, it was summer.

Author's Note: Finally! The final chapter! My -ESG- fault for the update taking a while. School started and I switched computers, so yeah. Now then, hopefully -provided that I can get RR to beta- new stories featuring Bryn and Kasi will gradually pop up and fill the House fandom for all eternity. So, thanks to everyone who reviewed, added this story to favorites and alerts, and hope to return within the next millenia. Later.