WOW, IT'S BEEN SO LONG SINCE I'VE ACTUALLY BEEN ABLE TO WRITE ANYTHING. DON'T MY TEACHERS KNOW THAT I HAVE A FANFICTION LIFE? I ALSO WANT TO THANK EVERYONE FOR THEIR SUPPORT. IT MEANS A TON.

SO I'M NOT EXACTLY SURE AS TO HOW I'M GOING TO SET THIS UP. I DON'T WANT IT TO BE JUST THIRTEEN'S DAD'S JOURNAL. I WANT HER AND HOUSE TO INTERACT, BUT I'M NOT QUITE SURE HOW TO DO THAT. SO THIS CHAPTER MIGHT BE A LITTLE ROUGH, BUT HANG IN THERE. I'M OPEN TO SUGGESTIONS. AND, FEEL FREE TO CRITIQUE!

DON'T OWN IT.

House let himself into her apartment, quietly, and stood there, watching as her brilliant eyes scanned the page of the dark, leather journal. She was curled up on her couch, her legs tucked beneath her, an expression he couldn't read plastered on her face.

"Are you going to just stand there or would you like to sit down?" She asked, not taking her eyes off the page. Slowly, House limped over and took a seat on the other end of the couch.

"I didn't think you'd actually read it." He commented. Thirteen just shrugged in response, seemingly captivated by the words. Finally, after a few minutes, she carefully set the book down, and turned to face him.

"That entry was about the day my brother was born." She said. "Jacob Aaron Hadley."

"Nice name." House commented gruffly.

"A little bit more common than Remy Beauregard." She noted glumly.

"I don't know where in the world your parents came up with Beauregard, but Remy's beautiful." He don't know why he said it. It was just so un-Houseonian.

"Thank you." She smiled. "He was 5 when I was born. Jake was always so loving, so caring. He was the best big brother." She felt tears prick the back of her eyes, so she got up to get a glass of water. Having House see her a complete total wreck once was enough; she didn't want to relive that experience. She knew House knew what she was doing, and was thankful he didn't call her out on it.

"You might want to change your locks. I have a key." House said, changing the subject. He heard that tap turn on.

"I know." She called back. "How else would you get in? It wouldn't do me any good, anyways. All of you know how to pick a lock."

"There's a reason I hired you all." House said, then cocked his head, realizing something. "You're not just worried about me. You're worried about the others, too."

"If I was worried, I would install an electronic alarm system. But I'm not, so that doesn't matter."

"I can see Foreman, since he's your crazy psycho ex-boyfriend, and Taub doesn't care enough, and Chase is nice. You're worried about Chase! You can handle mean, but as soon as someone's genuinely concerned, all your walls fall." House said.

"This is so typical of you, I forgot to ask why you're here."

"I don't usually just barge into people's houses." He defended.

"You're right, you don't. You just send us to do it for you."

"What else does the journal say?" He asked.

"Not much. My dad was so happy when Jake was little. Of course, when I was born, my mom was starting to show symptoms, so it was hard. But he still loved me. They both did. It was what they both wanted, when they imagined their family when they were dating. A little boy, then 5 years later, a girl. It was perfect."

"Except for the part that the mom dies when her kids are young, and both kids die of the same disease." House just had to say it. He couldn't resist himself. He watched his companion's eyes go dark with anger, and was sure that if the glass she had been holding seconds ago was still in her hands, that it would currently be on a collision course with his head. He winced at the thought. "I should go. I think my next stop will to harass Taubman." House said, pushing himself of the couch.

"That's creative." Thirteen rolled her eyes.

"Have a good day." House closed the door behind him.

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