He avoided the papers for as long he could; avoided the social worker who kept trying to track him down in the clinic or at his office. What they didn't know was that he was hiding in the coma patient's room watching soaps.
It didn't take long before Cuddy hunted him down and brought him to them saying it was his responsibility to say what they were to do with the child…even if that meant they had to stay at a foster home.
He walked into his office and his eyes immediately fixed on the small girl perched on his desk, her hair falling down over her eyes. He studied her; there seemed to be no sort of emotion in this child. The dark circles beneath her eyes seemed to line the color of the blue within her eyes and make them stand out even more. They were piercing… just the way her mothers were.
"So what do ya want?" He snarked, trying to sound as if he had no care what so ever what happened to her.
He threw his cane down on the desk beside her creating a loud bang which frightened her.
"I don't want anything from anybody…especially you" She snipped back at him looking him deep in the eyes and keeping eye contact the entire time.
They stared back at one another for a moment before Cuddy spoke.
"House tell them your decision please and lets get this over with… you do actually have clinic hours to do." She smiled at the end of her statement and winked at house as she strode towards the door and down the hallway.
House looked quickly over at the social workers and said, "She's made her choice…" he quickly signed the papers after that and hobbled away.
"I'm glad you listened to me. Because you're a cold hearted bastard just like my dad was and I wouldn't want to live through that all over again…" she gave a small smile as she jumped off the table and nudged him as she walked by. Leaning close enough for only him to hear she said, "It's a good thing too, cause I can be trouble…"
House leaned on his cane as he watched the girl walk away, wondering why she had suddenly caught his curiosity.