Thanks for all the reviews and suggestions. I can see from the reviews I'm on the right track, although I don't know which direction I'm going. :o) This is going to be very emotional, I think, so PLEASE let me know if I get off tract or out of character throughout the story.

CHAPTER FOUR

Only a few hours later, Gregory was kneeling on the bed beside his sleeping Godfather and at first didn't know what to do. His mother, Debra, was standing by the bed in easy reach of the baby in case he lost his balance and fell off the bed. Cameron, who was awake and watching them, smiled evily.

Then, out of the blue, Gregory's hand went up and came smack down right below House's cheek, making a high pitched cracking noise as his little palm met the flesh. Gregory seemed shocked at first, but then giggled. He brought his hand up to his face and looked at his palm trying to figure out why it felt so prickly.

"Ow..hey…wha'" he muttered, still half asleep, but managed to reach up and touch his face to see what hit him. His eyes flew open and his head came off the pillow, facing the culprit head on.

The swift movement of the mattress almost caused Gregory to fall sideways, but Debra put out her arms, which wasn't necessary because House lifted his hand that was right behind him and supported his lower back to prevent him from falling. Cameron and Debra snickered heartedly. When House saw Gregory he smiled but didn't say anything then threw his head back down on the pillow.

"Sorry about that, cuz. Jim's making pancakes and you have about three minutes to wake up, down your vicodin and get in the kitchen," Debra ordered.

"Hmm, yum," Cameron said, smacking her lips. Gregory copied her and giggled; Cameron clapped her hands which sent Gregory into his own fit of applause.

House made a silly face at the baby then said, "This is worse than when Hector woke me up slobbering all over my face because he had to be let out for a wiz."

"Well, if I'd known you didn't like that I wouldn't have done it all those times," Cameron teased as she grumblingly sat up and smacked his arm.

Debra picked up the baby and left, leaving House and Cameron alone.

"Ugghh, I don't wanna get up. It's Sunday," he griped, pressing his face in his hand, causing snorting noises to emit from his nose and mouth.

Cameron slowly stood and walked around the bed, stopping beside him. "Oh, stop whining and get up. You've got to go in and check on Hannah."

"That's why I have you guys."

"Gee, thanks."

"Come on, guys! The macadamia pancakes are done and they can't be reheated!" Wilson yelled from the kitchen.

"Hot damn!" House said excitedly as he shot out of bed and ran off to the bathroom.

After Cameron and House changed they headed off to the kitchen for breakfast. Gregory was sitting in his highchair smashing a bit of pancake into his mouth and sucked on it to soften it up; of course, his daddy made his without the nuts.

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"Hi, Hannah. How are you feeling?" Wilson asked as he walked to the end of her bed. "Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Lemming."

He and House had been at PPTH since around noon and while Wilson was checking on Hannah's condition House was in the diagnostics room with Chase and Foreman discussing the additional tests House ordered earlier that morning.

"I' tired and I ha' a hed'ache an'…"

Wilson was instantly alarmed at her slurred speech and walked to the side of the bed, pulled his pen light out of his pocket and asked Hannah to follow the light after he checked the reaction of her pupils. He pressed his middle finger on the gland in her neck to check if there was any swelling; there was none. She just happened to swallow and pain crossed her face.

"Hannah, do that again," Wilson asked as he kept his middle finger and thumb around the front of her neck. She tried, but the pain was too strong and she had to stop, telling Wilson she couldn't swallow.

"Okay. I'm going to meet with other doctors to discuss your case. I'll be back shortly," Wilson said as he affectionately touched her down-turned hand.

Hannah gurgled from the back of her throat and sat up, vomiting in between her bent knees. Wilson calmly walked to the nurse's assistance button, pressed it and returned to Hannah.

"Dr. Wilson, do you know what's wrong with our daughter?" Mrs. Lemming asked nervously as she rubbed her daughter's back as the vomiting tapered off.

"No, not yet. But you have the best doctors working on it and we'll know soon," he said with a smile, seemingly to him to be very forced.

When Wilson walked into the diagnostics room he headed straight for the white board and added two more symptoms to the previous ones while House watched him curiously.

'24yr old, 2 seizures w-in past three weeks, abnormal finger length all 10 digits, degen. mental state, difficulty swallowing, vomiting.' He turned and faced the group.

"What did the LP show, Dr. Foreman?"

"Hey, I get to ask the questions," House whined. "So, tell us – what did the LP show, Foreman?" he asked, wrinkling his nose at Wilson.

Foreman waited to make sure they were done with their childish game and said, "The LP showed nothing but we did more blood work; her B12 is almost triple the normal count and with her added symptoms…"

Wilson added 'ataxia' to the list then looked at Foreman and Chase and asked if they checked her for leukemia; Wilson had a hunch but wasn't quite sure yet. Chase looked over the chart to confirm they hadn't.

"Okay, can you get on checking for leukodysis and get…and recheck…" Wilson rattled off other tests and the two men left obediently.

Wilson sat down heavily in the chair, put his elbow on the desk and buried his forehead in his palm. House stood, went into his office, grabbed a bottle of Scotch out of his secret drawer and returned to the think tank. He walked to the counter where the coffee pot was, opened the top cabinet drawer, withdrew two glasses and walked to the table. He opened the bottle, poured two shots and slid a glass to Wilson, who hadn't looked up during the whole time House was wandering around.

"Drink," House ordered, taking a swig from his own glass.

Wilson didn't move so House sat down across from his best friend, scrutinizing him.

"You don't think it's Leukemia, do you?"

A moment of silence lasted between them before Wilson popped his head up, resting his chin in his palm, looked at House, looked at the glass, slowly reached for it and finished the liquor in one swallow.

"Way to go, Jimmy!"

"No, I don't think it's Leukemia; she shouldn't be vomiting."

" Wilson, what's going on between you and Debra?" House asked Wilson, putting off the subject as long as he could.

"Huh, nothing, why?"

"I've just noticed you two seem to be a little distant lately," House noted.

"No, no, not at all. It's just…I don't feel comfortable talking to you about it…she's your cousin."

"Right, yeah, I know that, but… Wilson, I'm happy for you, really, and Deb, too. But, I just…miss you," he said quite embarrassed.

"Ah, you love me?! I feel so honored!" Wilson teased. "Seriously, you should talk to her."

A few hours later House sat in his office checking medical Web sites while Wilson returned to his own office. He was worried about Hannah but House had pointed out that he was worrying too much over her. But, Wilson would expect that of House, being that he never seemed to look at a patient as a person but more of a 'being' that needed to be fixed – like a stereo that suddenly lost the sound and House just had to get his nose inside the guts of the electronic machine to fix it.

Shortly thereafter Chase walked into Wilson's office looking forlorn. "She had another seizure. What do we do now?"

Wilson shrugged his shoulders and shook his head. He stood and walked out onto the balcony without saying a word, leaving Chase to excuse himself. Wilson had always been able to handle any tough situation, but two at the same time was just too much for him. Things hadn't been going well for him and Debra, not that they were on the verge of breaking up, but since Gregory came along their sex life had been virtually extinct. They were still very much in love, and they'd fall asleep in each other's arms, but he missed being with her, missed making love to her.

And with the current situation with her parents, he knew she'd have to deal with that eventually, and he didn't know how she would take that.

He'd thought things would get back to some kind of normalcy once Debra returned to work, but until they figured out what was wrong with Hannah, they'd have to search for another babysitter. The simple act of finding a qualified sitter would take a bit more than a month, at their calculation.

House noticed the glass by his office and the balcony shake and looked out towards Wilson's door. House pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes tight from the strain of looking at the small print for so long. He stood and walked out to meet his best friend.

House noticed Chase just walked out of Wilson's office and asked, "Where's Foreman?"

"Chase said earlier he was angry he had to work so early this morning and after he left said he wouldn't be back until 9am tomorrow."

"Figures."

"House, there is something bothering me."