Author'sNotes: Chapter 4 is here!! Yay! Its been a long time coming, and its been hard to find time to write, but I somehow did find time!

Note 2: Had some review that pointed out that the space bar thingy was missing in a few parts! Sorry about that! I was editing this while more than half asleep. Fixed now!

Chapter 4

Allison, being 37 weeks pregnant now, tended to waddle more than walk. And she did so into her husband's office. They'd moved into the new house only a few days ago, but he'd made himself an office. In this office, his desk, computer, and all of his medical books. They ended up in a bigger home than they'd planned; 4 bedrooms, 3 bathrooms, formal dining room and formal living room. This way they each had an office, and the formal living room was home to all of their non-medical books, his piano, and his guitars. It was his sanctuary away from nursery, Allison's decorating, and the laughter of all the women that were frequently at his house.

They had the whole team unpacking boxes through the weekend, and Cuddy helped Allison put the crib together, along with anything else related to the nursery. It was, thankfully, not sports themed. It was in shades of blue, red and yellow, done up in rockets. It had the space theme that Greg hadn't gagged at. The crib was white, as was the changing dresser and rocking chair. Blythe had given it to her, and they'd done the nursery around it; it had been hers when Greg was a baby, given to her by her mother.

House stayed in his office. He was on a mission to find Wilson's missing brother, David, and refused to tell anyone other than his wife. She admired him; he wanted to give back to Wilson something that he'd taken away; Amber. Since he couldn't, he'd bring back David. "Any luck?"

"No."

"You're doing something really good, Greg," she said, wrapping her arms loosely around his neck. "And even if you don't find him, the fact that you're looking is important." She dropped a kiss on his head. "Kitchen is unpacked. Would you like dinner?"

"Who's cooking?"

"Taub's wife, actually. Baked spaghetti, smothered in cheese."

"Sounds unhealthy."

"So, you want extra?" House snorted out a small laugh, not taking his eyes from the computer screen. a soft 'ding' alerted House that he had new e mail. "Lucas?"

"Yeah." House clicked and opened. "He wants to know if Cuddy is seeing anyone."

"Seriously?"

"Mmm. I told him we could talk after he found David- wait." House picked up his phone and shooed Allison from the room.

She went into the next room where Dr. Cuddy was hanging up baby clothes she'd helped Allison wash earlier. Most were gifts from a baby shower a week ago, but a few were what Allison and Greg picked out, or that Blythe sent. The room looked almost ready for Sam. Cuddy was, to say the last, efficient in nursery planning; crib and changing table were put together in record time, as was the swing and stroller. Taub's wife put the car seat in the car; they had children and were experienced in things of that nature.

Basically, between Cuddy and Mrs. Taub, Allison didn't have much to do; just buy diapers and give birth. Cuddy had more fun putting the nursery together than Allison thought she would. She was smiling at every little outfit she hung. "Falling in-love with my kid already?" Allison lowered herself into the rocking chair. It creaked, but it wasn't annoying; it was a comforting creak that reminded her of its age and significance.

"Yeah," Cuddy said, looking at a pair of newborn sized pajamas. "A little jealous..."

"I have no idea what to do with a baby beyond the hospital. I know what to do when he's sick, but healthy kids kind of scare me a little. So...if you want to...be Auntie Lisa...we'd like that?" Cuddy grinned and placed the outfit into the closet.

"Thanks," she said softly. "But you'll do just fine. You don't need me to help raise your kid."

"Need? No, probably not. Like? Yeah. We'd like you around our baby. You keep House in line, and you're good with kids."

"Not really."

"You just put the whole nursery together in 15 minutes."

"Instruction booklets. I know how to read, Cameron."

Cuddy wanted to be a friend, no more, and that would be fine for now. Allison knew the moment Sam was born, that Lisa Cuddy would be all over the kid, and would spoil him rotten with kisses, gifts, and as soon as he was old enough, suckers and ice cream. "So, House is on the phone with Detective Lucas," Allison said. Cuddy fumbled and dropped the outfit she was trying to put on a hanger. "Smooth."

"He's attractive. Mildly." Her voice had gone up to nearly a squeak.

"He's a hottie that I'm not allowed to notice!" Allison scoffed with a smile. "House would do a living autopsy on him if he knew I thought he was hot." Cuddy looked up and grinned.

"He's really hot."

"Go on any dates?" Cuddy's face fell.

"Won't even look at me twice."

"Well, House won't let him until his mission is over." Cuddy rolled her eyes.

"Secret mission for a detective? God, House spent too much time with the CIA."

"It was 14 hours, and I thought you didn't believe him."

"14 hours way too long. He hired that woman for a few days...she was able to back him up, and, well, CIA says House was there, hard to ignore. What the hell is he doing, anyway?"

"I plead the fifth-" The door swung open, House limped in, slinging his jacket on. "Greg-" There was a packed duffel at the door.

"I'll be back in a week...maybe two. Don't have him until I get back." He was smiling. "Lucas found him in a commune in Montana. I'm going to drag his stoned ass back here, clean him up, put a bow on him, and give him over as a birthday gift." Allison laughed and kissed her husband.

"Are you flying?"

"No. He probably won't have any I.D. so we won't be able to get him on a plane. We're going to have to drive.

"Take the car, not the bike-"

"Lucas is driving, Mommy."

"Whoa," Cuddy said. "Hold it! I have to know now. If its interfering with work, I need to know."

"Fill her in, Lucas is in the driveway." House kissed her again. "Stay sexy, and I love you." He bent down and kissed her belly. "Stay in there, and I love you, too." With that, he limped out, grabbing his duffle on the way to the front door.

"We really should talk."

Cuddy paced in front of the couch, small smile coming across her lips as Cameron spoke. House was doing something so out of the blue, and so spectacular that Wilson would never be able to do for himself. Wilson would never forgive him for Amber, but he'd at least have David now. Cameron had sent everyone else home, thanking them for their help, as soon as dinner was done with.

Now Lisa and Allison were alone, talking about why House had Detective Lucas for the last 2 months, why he'd disappeared randomly for a day or two at a time. Now, he was headed to Montana to bring David back. Hopefully, he'd come willingly, and they'd be gone only a week or so. At least they knew he was alive, and that was better than nothing.

"I can't believe he'd go through all of this for Wilson," Cuddy whispered, half smiling.

"Greg can be the nicest guy in the world." There was a laugh from the far end of the room.

"Now that is hard to believe."

"Oh, I know. I worked for him for years."

"Masochist." Cuddy sank into the sofa.

"How's Chase?"

"He's doing better. Seeing someone."

"That's good!"

"A psychologist."

"As a patient or a boyfriend?"

"The first one." Cameron closed her eyes and sighed. "He's just not dealing well with losing you. I may have to cut him from the surgical staff."

"We weren't even together that long!" Lisa sighed and rubbed at her forehead. "Look, we were on and off for a year, never really together for more than a month or so at a time. I didn't want to marry him, I didn't want to have kids with him, and he wants a family. I was hoping he'd move on, have the life he wanted."

"He will. Just give him time."

"He needs to grow up and get over me. Maybe he'll meet a girl and settle down...or a guy!" Allison rested her hands over the baby and sighed. "My...mother is flying in next week."

"Congrat-"

"She has no idea that I am married and pregnant. I sent her my new address and she bought plane tickets. She's going to have a heart attack."

"Until she holds him, and then she'll be all forgiving."

"I don't want her to be a part of our lives." Cuddy wanted to asked, but Allison didn't give her the chance. "She disowned me when I got married the first time. She wouldn't help me through the hardest time of my life; watching my husband die, and I don't want her to share in the best time of my life; being a mom to Sam. She refused to be there for me when I needed her the most; the emotional work. Why should I let her be there when the emotional high point of my life hits?"

"Little Red Hen complex?"

"I guess."

"Don't push her away just yet. She might surprise you."

The map was wrong. It had to be. There was no way that they'd been driving for 12 hours and had not even made it to Chicago. Lucas drove fast for a detective, as did House, for a doctor. Traffic had been a nightmare; it had added at least an hour to their trip, and Lucas had to stop and eat, and pee every two hours like clockwork.

House wasn't the most understanding road-trip co-captain. Drive-through had been his best friend that day; not allowing Lucas to sit an mull over a menu at any place. He'd tried once, but House ordered for him. "Are you going to be much longer?" House called into the bathroom of a gas station outside of Chicago.

"Can't pee with you listening." House grunted and walked away, grabbing candy and a soda for the road. As soon as Lucas was at the counter, House began glaring at him. "I guess that means this is breakfast."

"I'm driving."

"And eating? No, thank you. We'll eat, then go."

"Baby due to be born in less than 3 weeks, and we have to get our collective asses to and from Montana between now and then. I'm driving." House snatched the keys and the bag. He'd have driven off without the detective, but Lucas knew where to find David Wilson, and was a cop. Can't steal a cop's car. Looks bad.

"Just obey the speed limit. Or at least pretend to." The car left a cloud of dust as it pulled out of the station and back onto the road. As soon as they were back on the interstate, House floored it. "You know, the speed limit's not a suggestion!"

"Making time-"

"I will arrest you." House weighed his option for a moment. He opted to slow to 70. Satisfied that he was still speeding, but not in danger of hand-cuffs, Lucas calmed down. "Why are you doing this, House?"

"Because; I just so do love seeing you get all jumpy." Lucas glared at him. He opened his mouth to speak, but just as he did, House's hand hit the button to the stereo, and the sounds of 'The Who' blasted through the speakers at levels that Lucas could feel beating into his chest. House sang along as loud as he could, and Lucas stared out the window, mentally reminding himself how incredibly sexy Lisa Cuddy was, making this all worth it.

'Baba O'Riley' was not Allison's favorite song. She, at one time, could listen to it, and not groan inwardly. However, that was before House bought Rock Band, and loaded it with The Who. All hours of the night, he'd be singing, mostly on key, but the sour note that would find its way into the music was more frequent through the night. She wasn't 'in to' his music. She had her own favorites. So, one can imagine the annoyance she felt when her cell began 'ringing' out Baba O'Riley in the middle of a consult. "Sorry," she said, looking at the text message. Deciding that Greg could wait 10 more minutes, she looked back at the white board. "Its lupus."

Foreman stared at her as if she'd grown a second head. "What? Are you serious?"

"Just run the damn tests."

"Cranky much?" Kutner spouted before he could stop himself. All eyes were on him. He shrugged and sank into his chair.

"You try being more pregnant than you should ever be," she snarled. "Try being married to House, father-to-be, on a personal mission 2 weeks before your due date, in a new house, and your mother flying in, whom you haven't told that you are married and pregnant. THEN you can tell me not to be cranky."

"Holy shit, Cameron!" Cameron tossed Foreman a dirty glare. "You haven't told you own mother? Girl, no wonder you're cranky."

"Can we get back to the patient?"

"You said its lupus."

"Send them to do tests already! You're House v. 2.0 while he's 'away on his damn mission.' They're your minions!"

"We'll...just be...yeah," Taub said as he pointed a thumb toward the door and dragged Kutner out by the coat collar. Thirteen automatically followed and the two were alone.

"You didn't tell your mom."

"Not your business."

Foreman dropped into a chair, propped his feet up, and pulled out his Game boy. "Hmm," he said. "Sweet, Innocent little Cameron hasn't told mommy and daddy she's a married Mrs. who is going to be a mommy in a few weeks. Puzzling."

"Knock it off," she hissed, shoving his feet up, knocking him back onto the floor.

"When is she flying in?" Cameron glanced at the clock and shrugged.

"Few more hours."

Foreman studied her face and wondered about her. He knew her first marriage wasn't celebrated, and that her mother wasn't a part of her life, but to see Cameron in such a bad mood was unsettling. She looked scared of what was to come. He stood and offered her his hand. "Want to get lunch in the meantime?"

"Sure."

"My wife is still pregnant." House tapped his cane on the shag carpet. It didn't bounce well, and the room smelled terrible. "Why are you here?"

"Why am here? That's an interesting question. Why are you here, Mr. Cane?" House rolled his eyes. "You're looking for me, you say. I say nay, you are looking, but not for me; you are looking for what's inside you see!" The man smiled and touched House's chest.. He was so obviously on something very strong, and would need to detox the hard way. House brought medicines for that, but he had to know what David took, first. "I need to write that down! Its a song with no tune! No TUNE!" He laid back on the ground and stared up at the ceiling.and laughed. The next move was not as amusing. He turned, vomited and passed out into it.

"Drug addicts like this make drug addicts like me look bad. Look for needles, pill bottles, anything."

"Like this?" Lucas said, holding up a few bottles. House looked at them.

"When he's done puking, I'll put him through rapid detox. Get ready for a reaslly bad night."

"As opposed to the last few ones?"

"This is going to suck much worse."

"Hi, Mom," Allison said, attempting a smile. Her mother's jaw fell. "How was your flight?"

"You're pregnant."

"Nah, I'm just smuggling a basketball under my lab coat." Cameron offered to take her mother's bag, but she was refused. "He's due in 2 and a half weeks. Samuel Patrick. My husband's name-"

"HUSBAND!?"

"-is Gregory House. He's a doctor that I used to work for. We've been married for almost 4 months, and yes, we know that 4 months marriage and 8 months pregnant doesn't add up to you. It doesn't have to." Her mother looked at her with a disapproving frown. "You won't meet him; he's on a trip out of town. Are we going?"

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"You weren't too happy before."

"That's not fair-"

"What wasn't fair was Brian's death. What wasn't fair was sitting at his funeral, with no one to support me, except one or two other people. What wasn't fair was my own mother didn't come to my wedding, or his funeral. Then there's suddenly you stopped paying for my college, wouldn't help me live after my husband died while I was trying to get into and through medical school, and we can stop with not coming to my graduation. So, next time you want to talk about fair, we can start with that and continue."

"Allison, I can't believe you carried a grudge for all these years-"

"Its been less than 10, and this is your first effort to contact me. Why would I put my son through that?"

"Because you can forgive me. You always were my forgiving child."

"Not this time."

"Alli-"

"There's your bag," she said, pointing to a suitcase. Her mother grabbed it and followed Allison silently to the car. "Here."

"You drive that?"

"My car is having the oil changed. This is Greg's car. Take it or leave it. Oh, I should mention; Greg is a world-famous diagnostician, best in his field, and he's a Vicodin addict with a cane. If you do piss him off, he may actually smack you with it."

"Has he ever hit you with it?"

"No, but he likes me. I don't think he's going to like you all that much, Mom." Allison grinned and opened the door to Greg's car and squeezed in.

"Why must you make things so hard on yourself, Allison?"

"I don't. I'm happier now than I've ever been. Greg is the love of my life, we're excited about Sammy, we just bought a house, and after my maternity leave, I'm leaving E.R. to be head of Immunology, with the better pay, big office, and a team of minions to run tests for me. Lifs is nearly perfect."

"Nearly?"

"Greg's out of town."

"Are you convinving me, or convincing yourself?"

"Don't need to do either. Get in." This was going to be an interesting week, to say the least.

The very least.

Sorry its short; bad night; care broken into, iPod stollen, spilled soda all over hubbie's NICE computer chair, and I can't sleep.