AN: Okay just a little random chapter of randomness…

House's POV:

I walked out of Shade's room. Yes I used to know Irene Anderson. In fact didn't Wilson try to treat her for some sort of Cancer? She did have a kid but would never tell me who the father was… That can't possibly mean? No it just can't! I walked over to a nurse. "I need some blood drawn from that kid and a chest X-ray." I told the nurse and promptly left. I need to talk to Wilson about Irene.

I didn't bother knocking on Wilson's office door. I just entered. He was doing some patent files. When I say some I mean a stack. "Irene Anderson, do you remember her case?" I asked.

Wilson looked at me. He was definitely not in the mood for talking right now. He sighed. "Uh yeah… Irene had a brain tumor. She died on the table." Wilson said as his pen ran out of ink. He shuffled around looking for another pen.

"No not Irene her son, what happened to him?" I asked.

Wilson looked at me with a puzzled look on his face. "Why do you need to know?" He asked and found a new pen. He went back to the files.

I thought for a moment. Could I tell Wilson the truth? Ah screw it. "That kid's claiming to be her son." I said.

Wilson set his pen down and looked up at me. "That's imposable…" Wilson muttered.

"What happened to Irene's son?" I asked again.

"Right when I told the kid about his Mom he bolted. Hasn't been seen since then. That was four years ago though." Wilson told me. "Wait why do you care?" He asked.

I stood up and limped to the door. "Because he says I'm his father." I said.

Shade's POV:

"Ya may be a genius but that won't get ya anywhere kid! Ya are just like the rest of us, HOMELESS!" He said and lunged towards me.

I jolted a wake right before the fist's impact. I didn't need to recall those memories. I tried to take a deep breath to calm down only to be greeted by pain in my chest.I winced and saw a nurse come in. "I need to take some blood." She said and pulled up a cart with all of the blood drawing instruments. I watched intently as she drew my blood. She put a Band-Aid on it when she was finished. "You're scheduled for a chest X-ray in about an hour." She told me and left.

I sat in my bed bored and when I'm bored I think too much. I thought back to my dream that woke me up…

I just finished a show at a small nearby bar and I was walking back to what most people call Loser's Alley. It's where most of the homeless people in town sleep. The police turn a blind eye to Loser's Alley. "Hey look! It's the Shady Musician!" Said Paul the leader of The Alliance gang at Loser's Alley. I try to not get involved with them at all. So I ignored Paul and his pack. "Hey! Kid I'm talking to ya!" Paul yelled at me.

"Yes sir?" I said sarcastically.

"The Rebels were askin' for ya. What's up with that? He asked. The Rebels are the other gang at Loser's Alley. The Alliance and The Rebels are major rivals.

"I don't know what you're talking about Paul. You know I'm a neutral." I said and hoped he'd leave the subject alone. I was talking with the leader of The Rebels the other day because he was trying to recruit me. I declined of course because I don't have time for that drama.

"Ya trying to act all smart and stuff aren't ya? Sayin' ya not a part of them." Paul said.

"What? No I'm just saying I'm a neutral!" I said and started to panic.

"Ya may be a genius but that won't get ya anywhere kid! Ya are just like the rest of us, HOMELESS!" He said and lunged towards me.

I didn't retaliate. It would just cause more problems in the future. I was beat up pretty bad that day.

To think that was only a few days ago. I heard the door open. It was a nurse that was going to bring me to get the chest X-ray.

AN: Well thanks for reading and as always comments are GOLD!