*There will only be a few more short chapters of Cave House, my cavies. I love the story to pieces, I'm sure you do too, but this is leading us somewhere dramatic: House writing a book about his hallucinations, Cuddy listening, and don't we all want to meet Emily in the real world?

Best three out of three, right? No hallucination this chapter though. Not everything can be achieved.

Review please, it's what keeps the story afloat.*

Journalism

House anxiously awaited the phone call from a publishing agency. It had been three months since he had told Cuddy about his hallucinations, he almost instantly set to writing them down. Now he had sent them to three publishers, who promised to get back to him. But they hadn't, at least not yet.

Cuddy was greeted by Cameron, Chase, and Foreman that morning as she came in. "Is this an intervention or something?" She asked lightly, judging by the serious looks on their faces.

"It's about House." Cameron announced. She flipped her brown hair over her shoulders and continued talking. "He hasn't left his office in forty eight hours, he hasn't had his head in the write place in almost four months. Since right before he took you on vacation."

"Okay..." Then she understood. "Are you accusing me of destroying him?"

Cameron folded her arms across her chest uncomfortably. Chase was next to speak. "What all happened between the two of you?"

"Personal things..." Cuddy answered quietly, trying to make her way into her own office. Foreman intervened. "Look, House is fine."

"He's typing." Foreman stated. "That's not normal for House."

"He's writing a story."

"Which means he's out of his mind."

"He's never BEEN in his mind in the first place!" House danced in, lighter on his feet and his cane in the air.

"I got it! I got it! They liked it! I'm in!"

...

House planned to leave for New York City that afternoon when he stopped Cuddy. "Come with me."

"Why do you want me there, Greg?" She made sure that no one was in sight as she uttered his first name, his lips pressed to her cheek. "Who's going to watch Emily?"

"Her Aunt Allison and Uncle Robert." He grinned. "Last time it was them owning Foreman along with their two kids, Mary and Adelaide."

"First off, three months ago Chase and Cameron were Emily's brother and sister, and second no WONDER they loved your story it's so creative." Cuddy grinned. House smiled, equally gleeful. "And actually, we cannot just leave Emily."

"Why is that? We leave her every night." He raised an eyebrow as she smiled and dug into her coat pocket, pulling out a piece of paper.

"Emily, real Emily, will never leave." On the piece of paper was the picture of a three-month old fetus. No, not just a fetus, a baby. Her baby. His baby. "House, I'm pregnant."

"W-w-what?" He stammered, in a slight state of shock. "I mean, congratulations."

"Thank you, and I know Emily has the most caring father in the whole state of New Jersey." Cuddy wrapped him in a hug. "Now we want to get to NYC on time, don't we? The last thing we need is to keep your publisher waiting."

"Why didn't you tell me?" He asked, slightly hurt.

"You knew about Emily all along." Cuddy smiled genuinely. "Her being in your dreams, it was a sign. You knew Emily wasn't just a hospital."

"But Emily in my second and third lives... She was shot, murdered, sold. Alienated in the southern slave states. That's not our Emily. Our Emily was beautiful and fair and noble..." She raised an eyebrow at this, folding her arms across her chest. He hadn't been paying attention, you could tell by the slightest bit that she had gained a little weight. If you had been watching her, you would've been able to tell that she always got sick around lunch. But he hadn't noticed. He never had. "She had crystal blue eyes and dark brown hair, she was thin and beautiful and pale; healthy and fair. She was everything our daughter would ever want to be."

"Your dreams are a sign." She told him reassuringly. "You knew I wanted a baby, always have, and you started dreaming up Emily and here we are."

"But that's coincidence." House sighed. "Cameron and Chase..."

"Started dating two months ago. Plan to one day get married, I heard."

"Coincidence."

"You have no faith in yourself, Greg."

"I do, I just hold more faith in my better judgement." He grinned as they got in the car. "I love you, Lisa."

*Awful ending point I know, but it's leading somewhere great. Next chapter is the end. Emily is going to follow suit, my pretties, now are we going to stop her or not?*