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A/N: Last chapter! Thank you to everyone who's reviewed! I appreciate it! Look for new stories, and all that. R&R, of course.  Plus, I've got some new songfics, that no one's reviewed, hint hint. 

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Splat! The sound of skin slashing against pavement and angry cries. House groaned. "Tobin, how do you manage every single day of your life, to trip over my cane? How? Honestly, every single damn day?!"

Mothers and Wilson glared at House, and Wilson scooped up the crying Tobin. "Shh, kiddo. It's ok. Uncle Greg didn't mean to yell at you. It's ok. I know, it hurts. Let's see." Wilson peered at Tobin's knee. "Aww, just a scrape. It's not bleeding. You're fine." He set him down and looked over at House. "Settle down."

"Me? You're the one who's having a, like, mental breakdown! They'll be fine."

Wilson straightened his tie nervously. "I can't settle down. I'm supposed to be having a mental breakdown. It's their first day of kindergarten." House and Wilson were standing around 15 other pairs of parents waiting for their children's first day of school to start. They certainly were an odd pair.

"You're lucky you're even standing here." House taunted. He took a perverted sense of joy in teasing Wilson about his near-death cancer experience.

"Hey. I was never that sick. And I've been cancer free for a year now, so…"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Way to pop my bubble." House moaned and rolled his eyes.

"House, what if Grier has a seizure?" Wilson asked worriedly.

"Her teachers know that she has epilepsy, and you've been keeping up with her medication, right? Then she'll be fine. They'll both be fine. Not so sure about you, though. You might have a stroke." He grinned.

"Thanks so much for your concern, best buddy." Wilson muttered. The bell to start the day suddenly rang, and Grier tightened her grip on Wilson's hand. Tobin froze in his frantic playing. They both looked at the two of them worriedly.

"I'll let you take them in. Bye, squirts. Have a good day." House said. He cuffed Tobin softly under the chin and ruffled Grier's hair and started towards the car.

Wilson led them both by the hand into the big brick building, pausing outside their classroom and kneeling down. "Hey, you're going to be fine." He whispered to their scared little ears, relaying the same reassurance he'd just been given. "I'll be here to pick you up at noon."

Tobin stood on his tip toes. "And Uncle Greg? Will he be here, too?" he asked hopefully.

"He'll be here, too." He said, adding a mental note to ask him about it in the car. He gave them each a hug, and a gentle nudge into the classroom. Sink or swim, he thought.

He watched them walk with trepidation into the room, then, within moments, they were fighting over a toy. He knew at that moment that they would be fine.

He smiled and made his way with the other parents to the parking lot. To his best friend.

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A/N: So, what'd you think? Again, thanks for reading! R&R!