Sorry its taken so long to get up. I've hit a block, so its been late nights of staring at a blank screen. Enjoy what I was finally able to come up with. I don't know Cameron's mother's name, and I can't think of a good one for her, so she's just Allison's mother. Also, she's all distant, so it fits. But Taub's wife! We need a name! I dub her Jen! (as the actress who plays her is Jennifer Crystal Foley, daughter of Billy Crystal!! Cool huh!)

Chapter 5

The last thing Allison wanted to do was show her mother the new house. It was her home, where she and Greg would live and raise their child. Without her mother. Without her disapproval, frown, and severe judgment of all things related to Allison.

And now her mother was standing in the dining room after seeing the whole house. She hand't even smiled at the nursery. "Your house is...charming."

"We like it."

"Did you decorate it yourself?"

"Greg's things, my things...sort of mesh well together. We like how it works." Allison's mother sighed as she opened the lid to her bottled water. "What?"

"I wish you'd have told me, honey." She sat down at the table and looked around. There were pictures of Greg and Allison's wedding hanging in the dining room; Taub's wife and Thirteen had them framed. She studied them. "He looks older than you-"

"He'll be 50 in June." Allison's mother frowned. "And he's a drug addict, with a cane, who got drunk with me one night, knocked me up, and married me."

"Oh, honey-"

"Don't 'oh, honey' me! I don't have to defend my marriage to you."

"Does he have any other children?"

"He might. I'm not sure. There was this hooker in college-" Allison's mother choked on her water. "Its a joke, Mom. He doesn't have any kids. Sam here will be his first."

"That you know of. He is old enough to be your father."

"Yeah, if he had me at 18."

"HE COULD BE A GRANDFATHER!"

"So...?" Allison's mother sighed and continued walking through the house. She stopped at the piano and smiled.

"You started playing again?" Allison nodded slowly. Her mother knew she'd quit after her first husband died. "I'm happy for you, Allison."

"You are?"

"I only wanted you to be happy, sweetie, and pregnant, married, playing again...Look at those pictures; you look so happy. All I wanted was for you to be happy."

"I am mom."

"So, when do I get to meet Greg?"

"Well, he's on a mission of sorts."

"Like a Mormon thing?"

"Oh, God no." Allison sighed and explained the story of Amber, James, Lucas and David very quickly while her mother listened quietly, nodding every few minutes. "So, he'll be back in 3 or 4 days."

"When are you due, sweetie?"

"Two more weeks."

"Allie?"

"What?"

"Can I stay...for the birth?"

"Mom-"

"Please." Allison sighed.

"Greg is harsh, rude, and really pissy toward all but me. You two are probably going to hate each other, and when his mom and dad drive up after Sam's born, you'll really hate his father. But you are welcomed to stay if that's really what you want."

"It is, sweetie."

Light had hit the hotel room late in the day; it was on the opposite side of the building most of the day, and had, thankfully, taken its time to hit the hotel room where two men took turns watching over a sleeping man. House, being the medical professional he was, had brought what was needed for ultra rapid detox. He was right; David was on pain killers. House was tired. More tired than he'd been in a long time. Lucas had driven the last 15 hours it had taken to get as far as they did before they all needed a break.

"What th-" came a soft, confused voice.

"I wouldn't sit up too quickly," House said softly. "How the holy hell'd you get that much Darvocet?"

"Where am I, who are you, and how much do I owe you for what-ever-the-fuck of yours I took?" His questions were well rehearsed, and he breathed slowly through his nose. "Somethings not right..."

"Yeah, you moron! You almost killed yourself last night! I'm Dr. House. I put you on a drug, oddly enough, that detoxes you."

"Detox? Ha. Only for as long as it takes to get my Darvies back," he said, grinning.

"Your drugs were flushed, and we are no where near the farm we found you at. We're in South Dakota, about 7 hours from where we scraped you off of the floor."

"Why?"

"Taking your ass back to Jersey so Wil-er-Jimmy won't give up on his bald little patients," House tapped his cane and stared at David. "He doesn't know I'm here."

"James is quiting Oncology? Seems hard to believe."

"Well, its more my fault..." House dug in a cooler and pulled out a bottled water. He offered it to David, who took it before House could change his mind.

"Jesus, what'd you do?" House could have sworn it was James Wilson who'd just spoken. David gulped at his water.

"I sort of killed his girl friend." House was sprayed with water and David started gagging. "It was an accident. Relax."

"How-"

"Its...involved. Look, I didn't do it on purpose, but his girl friend died, and its sort of my fault, and you, little Wilson, are going to help him through this." David snorted a laugh.

"Why should I help him? He never cared a damn bit about me. I was homeless and he didn't help me-"

"He does care. All he does is care. He goes to that damn corner three or four times a week, hoping you'll magically be there. He cares, and just knowing that you're alive, and he can help you will help him. Go shower. We can eat in the car." David, very slowly rolled from the bed, head pounding. He was used to this feeling, so he slowly made his way to the bathroom. "Windows are locked, razors are put away, so shower's your only option. Lucas put clean, non-dead-cat smelling clothes in there for you."

"Got it."

"We leave in 1 hour."

James waited patiently at the table, while Allison's mother stared at him. There was no doubt in his mind that Allison had filled her in on his horrible year. And now that Allison was almost due to have the baby, the one year anniversary of Amber's death would be soon after; a little over a month after the baby's due date. "Grilled chicken salad, and Taub's wife, Jen, made me enough casserole to last a month. Tonight; chicken and dumplings."

"I love her casserole."

"Apparently Taub told her that I needed to be off my feet, and she stops by every three days with enough food to last an army for six days."

"Taub?

"He is on House's current team. Nice guy," Wilson filled in.

Allison's mom filled her plate and listened as James and her daughter chatted aimlessly about the baby, moving into the house, her time off from E. R. and transferring to Immunology as soon as Sam is old enough for the hospital child-care.

"So, James," Allison's mother started as soon as Allison left for another bathroom break. "Is he good to her?"

"He's an ass, and he's said a few horrible things. But she's said her share of unforgivables."

"Sounds romantic."

"They always make up. He just wants to be loved. He was with a woman for 5 years, with whom is was very much in-love. She, uh, made a bad judgement call that took part of his leg; a good chunk of his thigh muscle. He was so angry with her, but he was trying to forgive her. He was trying not to push her away, but he was left with constant pain, will never walk properly, and will be on Vicodin for most of his life. But he wasn't the one who left. She disfigured him, and then left him. It was really hard for him, and it took him years to even consider dating.

"Cameron fell in-love with him about 5 or so years ago. She'd worked with him a year before they actually went on A DATE...and he trashed it. On purpose. She doesn't know how much she meant to him then, but he just wasn't ready to date, not seriously. She would never have been a one-nighter to House. Stacey came back, and Cameron backed off. Started dating someone else 2 years ago. They were on and off, and terrible together. He was too high maintenance for her. Spent more time on his hair than even me."

"What happened? Is he gay?"

"Not sure about that, but I know why they broke up for good; Sam. They got drunk, and knowing Cameron, probably not too drunk, and knowing House, Way too drunk. 2 months later, she peed on a stick and they were engaged."

"It was actually a drunken night?"

"They are completely in-love. Its actually good for both of them. Allison has become much more confident, and a lot more mellow at the same time. House has been taking less Vicodin, drinks less, and works less." Allison's mother nodded. "She developed a sense of humor that I didn't expect. She's sarcastic and funny now. Total 180 from the...how'd House put it...? Oh, overzealous, eager-to-please little girl with a chip on her shoulder the size of New Jersey. That was 3 years ago."

"He said that about me?" Allison asked from the doorway. "Glad to know he thinks better of me now."

"He sounds like an ass."

"He is," Allison and James said in unison.

"But I love him."

"To each her own, I suppose."

There were always papers being thrust at her to sign. Dr. Cuddy was amazed by the sheer number of times she's scribbled her name down on any given day. She tried to read every single letter on every sheet of paper, but later hours had them all blurring together. She needed sleep, or coffee. Either would make the night a little easier. At LEAST House had been gone for the last 9 days. Oh, how it helped to have a nervous father-to-be, who constantly found new ways to torment her, far, far away. He was out of her hospital, and out of her hair.

Perhaps she could give him paternity leave. Keep him out for 6 glorious weeks while she ran her hospital with the greatest of care. (If he returned from his road trip, that is.) He'd more than likely take the leave, if it was paid. But she didn't know if she could do that to Allison.

Cuddy yawned and scrubbed at her eyes. It was nearly midnight, and she needed sleep badly. As she stood to leave, her phone rang. "Dr. Cuddy," she said, pulling her coat on.

"Lisa, its James. Cameron's in labor, her mother is driving her insane, and House is still gone. I'm bringing her in now," Dr. Wilson said loudly over Allison yelling in the back-ground with a contraction.

"I'll call him." Cuddy snapped her phone closed and reopened it. She hit speed dial 3 and waited. No answer. Well, these were the times she was happy to have his e mail tampered with on a regular basis.

She sat at her computer, opened the hospital server, and logged in to Greg's personal account. After a moment, she found Lucas's cell phone number and called him.

"Detective Lucas," came a calm voice.

"This is Dr. Cuddy. I need to get in touch of House."

"Like to talk, or to wrap your hands around his neck and commit justifiable homicide?"

"Both."

"Casa de la Casa," House said into the phone.

"Where are you?"

"Oh, here and there."

"Allison's in labor."

"FUCK a DUCK!"

"Yeah, how soon-"

"We're still a few hours out. Lucas! We're going and I'm driving!" Cuddy heard Lucas whimper as the line went dead.

Lisa closed her phone and headed up to the maternity ward, to make sure it was in its most perfect shape, and Allison's doctor was there and ready. It wasn't the first time one of her doctors had given birth in her hospital. This was the first whose husband had the power to make her life an absolutely living hell should anything even think of going wrong.

"SLOW DOWN!" Lucas squealed. David seemed perfectly content in the back seat, watching the world pass him by at 93 miles per hour. House slowed to 91 miles per hour and and conitued the mad dash across Pennsylvania toward Allison and his soon-to-be born son, Sam. "I swear to GOD House, you are going to get us killed! Pull OVER!"

"But Daaad-" House said, but he stopped when a gun was pulled.

"Pull. Over."

"Pulling over." He slowed and pulled the car over to the side of the road. Lucas snatched the keys from the ignition.

"Move." House and Lucas switched places.

"God damn, Lucas! Chill the fuck out, man! Here, take one of these." David handed Lucas a Vicodin.

"Where'd you get them?"

"Stole 'em from House when he wasn't paying attention."

"Their placebos, you moron." House grinned. "Do you actually think I'd leave Vicodin out around a drug addict?"

"Do you think I don't know what real drugs look like? Check your bottle." House pulled his bottle from his coat pocket.

"Dammit. How'd you get them?" House growled. "My leg's been hurting all fucking night! How?

"I'm not an idiot."

"How high are you?" David shook the nearly empty bottle. "Great. We're going to be in Princeton in an hour and half and you'll be high as a kite. GOD! Now I know How Wilson feels! ARE WE GOING TO FUCKING DRIVE!? Wife having baby...now." Lucas rolled his eyes and started the car up again.

"Jimmy is quitting being a doctor? No wonder, with you two idiots around. You're like the Abbott and Costello of doctors."

"He's not a doctor."

"Oh?"

"I'm a cop."

"What the fuck, man? Look, you aren't going to like...arrest me?"

"No."

"Sweet."

"I might if you don't check into rehab within minutes of getting to his hospital. I'll deliver you personally on my way to psych ward. After 9 straight days with him, and 4 with you, I'm 9 seconds to driving off a fucking bridge. Lisa had better be worth all of this."

"Perfect. They are perfect-"

"Stop focus-sing on her damn boobs for 30 seconds!" House laughed and popped back a real Vicodin. "You said I could date her without you screwing with us if I brought him back. I have your word on that!"

"On my unborn child. Give me your phone."

James held tight to Allison's hand. Last time they'd heard from House was nearly 2 hours ago, and Allison was doing well. She was moving through labor quickly, and everything looked good.

However, that had been two hours ago.

"Dr. Chang-"

"I want Chase," she gasped as they wheeled the bed in toward the O.R. "Chang's all thumbs!"

"And Chase would be better...?"

"Either Chase, or you, and I'm pretty sure I broke your hand last contraction- AGH!!" She screamed as another contraction started. "Where is he?"

"He's coming, Allison. Please let...let go of my hand." She released him, and he fell to his knees, hand red and sore. "My fingers! Cuddy-"

"Stop whining. Find Chase."

"She broke my hand!"

"Just go!"

"How am I going to dial the pho-"

"GO!"

"Going." Wilson crawled to his feet and headed down the hall to where he knew Chase was- surgeon's Lounge.

"Its going to be okay, Allison. Chase is the best we have, and you're-"

"KNOCK OFF THE PEP TALK AND GET ME THE FUCKING EPIDURAL!"

"Its on its way, Cameron." Cuddy could hear her voice shaking. Allison rolled her eyes and rested back.

They wheeled her into the room, started prepping her, and she started to go numb. As soon as she went numb, she saw blue eyes, and a lock of blond hair poking out from a surgical mask and cap.

"Oh, thank GOD!"

"Never been called that, but its okay. Can you feel that?" Allison shook her head. "We're going to begin now. I'll have him out in three minutes."

"I cut the chord." Came the voice of Greg House, in surgical gown, mask and gloves. "Honey, I'm home."

"Where the hell have you been!" James yelled.

"Oh, around."

"Your wife is less than three weeks from her due date and you take off for two weeks?" James glared at him angrily. "This is so...beyond irresponsible. She could have gone into early labor, much earlier than 5 days early, and she is having a C-section as it is in the next 5 minutes, and you are no where to be found!"

"Jimmy!"

"What?"

"Shut up. I was busy."

"Doing what?"

"Got you a present."

"Are you out of your mind!?"

"Quit whining and look up in the observation room." Wilson glanced up

"At what?"

"Wait for it."

And then two men came into view. Lucas took a step back and James and David locked eyes. James stared, afraid to make any kind of move, as if David would disappear if eye-contact was broken. James wasn't aware that he was crying, or that Sam House was being born. He was only aware that he had a brother that he'd thought dead for years. "House-"

"A little busy here!" House called over the shrill cry of a newborn baby. "If you're interested, its a boy!" Wilson waved him off and dashed up to the room.

"David."

"That was...weird. That whole...birth thing."

"Where were you?" David shrugged, sat and propped his feet up. "David, I have been worried about you for 15 years. I thought you were dead."

"Nah, came close a few times, though." He flashed a grin and held up his hands. "I am the cockroach!"

"You're high." David snorted.

"Only a little. Come on, Jay-Jay. House is making me check into rehab up stairs...or something. Or he'll dump me in jail or take out my liver." James stifled a laugh. "Come check me in?"

"Sure. Should I call anyone?"

"Go ahead. Dad'll shit a brick."

"Quite literally."

"He's fine." Allison's eyes fluttered open at the sounds of annoying voices.

"He's cold."

"He's fine, woman!"

"Its too cold in here for a baby."

"My kid is perfectly warm. See? Blanket and everything. Go hover elsewhere!"

"He's my only grandchild, let me hover."

"Hey," Allison said, calling her mother and House's attention. "You made it, Greg!" House hoisted himself out of the chair and kissed his wife gently.

"He's got a big head, apparently."

"And is as impatient as you are."

"Pat test came back 20 minutes ago. His birth certificate has my name on it. Samual Amadeus House."

"We are not doing that to him, Gregory!" House pouted. "How about Samual James?"

"I don't think-"

"I like it." House looked up to see his friend leaned against the door. "Nice looking kid, House."

"Nice? He's perfect, you -

"Moron," James, Allison and House said in unison. House laughed it off.

"Okay, so I'm becoming predictable. But look at him! I mean really look at him! He's just...He's all Allison. Couldn't get any better if they'd cloned her directly!" Allison's mom smiled at her daughter. "So, Uncle Jimmy," House said, handing his child over. "How do you feel about being his favoritest Uncle?"

"We're not okay, yet."

"Yet."

"Thanks for finding my brother, but I still need some time." House nodded and stared at his son's grey-blue eyes. He pushed the blanket away from his face so he could see his little nose and mouth.

"You have all the time you need. I didn't assume that bringing him back would bond us at the hip..."

"But it did put a band-aid over it."

"Will we ever really be friends again?"

"Maybe. As long as you don't kill any more girl friends."

"I make no promises, but I will try."

"Its all I ask, Greg."

Another Chapter come and gone. Thanks for reading! I think I have more left in me, but not a whole lot!!