AN: Thank you for reading. If anyone is actually reading this...I've only gotten one review so far so I don't know how long I'm going to keep this up if no one is reading this.

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Madison woke up just after her father and Wilson left for work and went back to the hotel room. She got the rest of her things from the hotel room. She moved all of the furniture out of the room before and placed her father's things in neat stacks against the wall before she began moving the furniture around. She put her things away starting with the things she loved the most, her instruments, her photos, her camera, a few teddy bears, her postcard collection, her dolls, and a record player/radio/CD player. She then moved in her clothes, made her bed, and organized her desk. It was about 4 in the afternoon when she was done and decided to pick out photos from her collection to put in a cluster of ten frames.

The first one she chose was one of the only pictures she had of her and her father. He had sent her one of the pictures from that day when she was three. It was of the two of them, she was sitting in his lap on the swing. Both of them had smiles on their faces. The second was of her and her mother in Haiti, her mother was there to report and she was there as a volunteer but mostly she just played with the little kids in the camps to keep them occupied. It was the last one they took together. She may not have been around much in her life but she did love her mother.

For an hour she was lost looking through the albums she didn't hear Wilson come into the condo.

"What are you up to?" Wilson asked her. The shy girl looked down at the album and then to the box next to her.

"I'm looking through some pictures. I wanted hang some up in this frame I got, you can put about ten in there." She told him as she flipped the page. She took out a picture from the book and turned it to show him. It was a picture of House about 13 years ago holding a little girl in his lap, both of them smiling happily. Wilson had only seen him that happy ones. When he told him he loved him for the first time. "He sent it to me when I was six. It's one of my favorite pictures." She told him with a smile.

"Did you see your father often?" Wilson asked as he sat down on the bed.

"No, I saw him when I was three then again when I was 6." She told him. "I had to have an emergency appendectomy earlier this year. I was mysteriously transferred to Princeton-Plainsboro before the surgery. Dad had something to do with it but he didn't operate on me. It was someone named Dr. Chase." Wilson nodded at her.

"Dr. Chase works on your father's diagnoses team." He told her. "That sounds like something your father would do."

"Yeah, he was facebook stalking when I posted something about it. Ten minutes later I was transferred from North General in Manhattan and transferred, by chopper, to New Jersey. My mother wasn't there, she was in Japan. I woke up once and saw him there. Or I think I did. I don't know." She told him as she flipped the page. She took out another photo. "Mom felt bad that I was alone and brought me back a crap load of stuff. So at least I got that."

"Uh-huh..." Wilson felt bad for her. From what she had told him and the way she was attached to her father it seemed that her mother was negligent. "Your mom was away a lot, wasn't she?"

"Yeah, I mean...she was a reporter...she had to be away a lot on assignments. Sometimes she took me with her. One year we spent a whole summer in Japan while she was covering the nuclear issue in Korea and Kim Jon Ill. It was pretty cool, my best friend Miranda went with me so I wasn't completely alone." She told him still flipping through the pages. "It was rough though. When I was between the ages of 9 and 13 I had a really great nanny named Kam Fong. I had a better relationship with Kam and his boyfriend Michael then I did with my mother."

"That's really depressing actually." Wilson said which Madison laugh a little. He took up one of the albums and opened up to the first page. It read 'Madison Mason House, age 15' on the front page in girly script. He turned to the first page, a picture of her and her friends at Time Square on New Year's Eve. The note on the side of the picture read 'Me, Miranda, and Lidia in TS waiting for the new year'. Madison's hair was black with red streaks in it and tied up in frizzy pigtails. The next were of the three girls watching the sunrise on the top of an apartment building huddled under a comforter. There more pages of the girls, some with their parents or siblings in them, birthdays, school, Madison's hockey games, orchestra, some convention, and some of her with Kam and Michael. There weren't a lot of her mother but that was expected.

"See? I took a picture of dad when I put the timer on my camera on when I was pretending to sleep. I knew it was dad." Madison said, a stack of photos from what looked like a shoe box she had painted where scattered around her. She handed him a blurry photo of House in profile, a worried look he had hardly ever seen on his lover's face made him look so vulnerable.

"You like photography a lot don't you?" Wilson asked as he handed her the photo back. The teenager nodded.

"Yeah, dad bought me a digital SLR for my birthday last year. I was taking photography at my last school. Everyone in class thought I was good." She told him and turned around to look in a drawer in the desk and pulled out a Canon DSLR. The neck strap had dozens of pins on it and she pointed it at him and took his picture. She looked down at the screen and smiled. "That was horrible." She said but she didn't delete the picture.

"Gee, thanks." He said and handed her back the album. "Shouldn't we enroll you in high school soon?"

"Yeah I thought about it." She told him. "What's the high school in this district like?"

"Well, the woman in 2E told me they have a good AP program." Wilson told her and turned to look at the large dolls sitting on the bookcase. "Those are interesting. I had a patient that used to bring hers with her to treatment all the time."

"Really? That's cool. Most people think they're creepy." She told him. "Mom bought me a lot of them. I'm going to order a few more."

"Ok...don't let your dad tease you about them." He told her with a grin.

"Yeah, I won't." She grinned back at him. "I don't let anyone walk all over me."

"Well, let me know if you need help with anything." Wilson told her and went into the kitchen to start dinner.

"Want some help? I'm not very hungry, I had a big lunch at the dinner down the street but I can help if you want." Madison offered. Wilson was grateful and asked her to cut up the veggies. With her help dinner was done faster.

When House got home dinner was ready and the table was set with his lover and daughter waiting for him. Well, Wilson was waiting for him and Madison was sitting at the table drinking orange juice. It was bizarre coming home to his lover and kid.

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At 9 am two days later House and Wilson were sitting in a principal's office in Roosevelt High School waiting to enroll Madison.

"What are you doing here Wilson?" House asked his boyfriend.

"I asked him to come." Madison told him.

"Quality family bonding time enrolling my 16 year old daughter into a public school. Amazing." House complained. "I'm bored."

"Stop complaining Greg." He told him.

"Madison, we're ready for you." A middle aged woman said to the teenager. The group moved into the office. The woman handed her a clip board and a pen. On the clip board was a list of classes she had to take, times they were held, and a list of extra-curricular classes. She circled the ones she wanted as the principal talked to her father and Wilson.

"Here. I'm done." She told the woman and handed her the clip board but House took it, raised one eyebrow, and handed it to the principal. House turned to his daughter.

"What?" Wilson asked his lover.

"Can I talk to the hockey coach?" She asked the principal. She gave the student a map of the school and pointed her in the right direction.

Madison followed the map to the gym offices, getting turned around once or twice. She could feel some people watching her, she didn't understand why, she wasn't dressed in usual outlandish fashion and her hair was relatively natural looking. She passed a guy in sweats in the courtyard and she stopped him.

"Do you know where the girl's hockey coach is?" She asked the blond guy. He smiled at her and offered to take her to the office himself.

"What school did you transfer from?" He asked her. Madison had a momentary thought about how he wasn't a complete idiot for a jock before replying.

"I'm from Manhattan, I transferred from Fuller Academy today." She told him. The jock looked over at her with a surprised expression.

"Are you that defender? The one everyone's been talking about that was being looked at for the all-state team?" He asked her.

"Yeah, I'm Madison Mason House." She told him.

"That's cool. Gibson will totally let you on the team. As soon as you tell him your name." He said with a smile as they walked into a long, tall building on the edge of campus. "I'm Brad Anderson by the way, I'm the quarterback." He told her with an air of pride.

"It's nice to meet you Brad." She said as they stopped in front of a door in the back hall of the gym.

"This is Coach Gibson's office." He told her. As Madison's hand reached for the door knob he stopped her. "Hey, if you need someone to show you around I'll be happy to." He said with a handsome smile. Madison nodded.

"Yeah, thanks Brad." She said before entering the office. The man looked up from his work to the unfamiliar girl.

"Can I help you?" Gibson asked her.

"Yes, I'm the new transfer student, Madison Mason House, I was wondering if there was any way that I could join the hockey team." Madison said as she came inside.

"Oh yes, I read your file when I heard you were transferring." He confessed. "Come in a sit down."

An hour later and Madison was on a probationary spot on the hockey team and a member of the Roosevelt High School orchestra and about an hour of awkwardly beating around the bush about the status of House's and Wilson's relationship which ended up in Wilson frustratingly declaring that he was, in fact, House's life partner and Madison's step-father. House, of course, relayed this to his daughter who was happy to claim him as her step-father and decided she was going to put him on her emergency contact information as such.

The following Monday she would start school. Until then, she had five days to do whatever she wished.