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I'm sorry the chapters aren't very long yet...I'm still figuring out how to work this site from an authors end. Bear with me and I'll do my best to make you happy. Special thanks to ILUVHOUSE and JBFan81 for being my first two reviews EVER! PS the story WILL get better...I'm just trying to get everyone involved for the possibility of a bigger ending. -smile-

"What do you think House's dad wants? Doesn't seem like he came for much of a social visit. Doesn't seem like he came much of his own free will really." The blonde haired Australian's curiosity was peaked at the site of someone who had the power to make Gregory House M.D., the resident equivalency of a hemorrhoid on the hospitals rear end, feel uncomfortable to himself instead of others.

"I don't know, I don't want to know and I don't care if you know. It's House's dad...whatever he's here for it's none of our business. Why would you honestly want to delve deeper into what makes House, House? You don't think the leg, pills and drinking are enough to give him a personality deficiency?" Foreman really just wanted to cure this kid and move on to the next case. It was obvious House preferred his personal life to remain at home and quite frankly, that's how Foreman felt it should be. Not that he would ever admit to being like House in any way whatsoever. There was no way he wanted to turn into anything similar to House. What he apparently didn't realize was that was just one more way he was like House.

"I don't know...it'd be interesting to know if House is the way he is because of his childhood or if he's just bitter over his leg." Chase supposed to himself more than Foreman. He figured Foreman wasn't listening anyway. He let a single drop of chemical fall onto a blood smear.

"That's not why you want to know. You don't like House. You don't hate him, but you certainly don't like him. You feel bad for not liking him because he's been crippled. You think if he acts the way he does and says the things he says because daddy dearest didn't show up to all his little league games then it'll be easier to work with him because allowances can be made for his behavior based off more than just a cane. But it doesn't matter. He's a jerk. More than a jerk. It doesn't matter what made him that way. What matters is that he was weak enough to let it break him. Don't bother finding a case of child neglect to pity him. Pity him because he couldn't deal with it like an adult. Plenty of kids go through worse than what I'm sure he and his picturesque family had to deal with and you don't see all of them popping pills and breaking rules." Foreman haughtily replied. Why should people feel sorry for a bastard who gave up? Why shouldn't they feel sorry for the kids like him? Kids from a crappy life who sucked it up and made something of themselves.

"Yeah, but a lot of kids like that do pop pills and break rules. I mean he didn't exactly steal any cars or anything. Besides what if it went beyond neglect?" Chase questioned his colleague, while still reminding him of his own mistakes. Foreman just rolled his eyes and looked at another slide.

Back in House's office...

"House! You still haven't showed up at the clinic! If you don't get your ass down there this-" Cuddy was interrupted as she noticed the elderly gentleman sitting on the couch and staring at her strangely. The elderly gentleman she recognized as John House. Crap...just gotta love getting caught yelling at a colonel's son by his father. Just smile and try to look professional. Even if I can't always act that way when dealing with House. She cleared her throat and smiled, hoping all the blood in her body wasn't currently splayed on her cheeks.

"Dr. Cuddy, nice to see you. Is my son supposed to be somewhere? If he's shirking his responsibilities I can assure you he will improve. He never was much on rules...were you Gregory?" John looked pointedly at his son.

"Oh no, I didn't realize he was having visitors. Please, take your time. As long as it doesn't interfere with your case, ok Dr. House?" It was Cuddy's turn to stare at House.

"Well Cuddy I'm waiting for some test results, but I have a pretty good idea on what's slowly killing the kid from the inside out." The doctor smiled shrewdly at his boss. She did not however, miss the fact that his smile didn't quite reach his eyes. Not that it did all that often to begin with...something just wasn't right. Biting her lip a bit, she turned and left the room.

"Dad, these tests are going to take awhile and there really isn't much to entertain you here. Why don't you head on to my place. I won't be here too late I'm sure but ya know...just in case. I'm sure you're tired from the trip down here and stuff." House tried to get his father to leave...there was no way he could relax with him in the room and if he couldn't relax he couldn't think. He needed more options in case his diagnosis was wrong. It would really suck if some poor sucker died because his pain in the ass of a dad was breathing down his neck while he was trying to save his life.

"Yeah, yeah. Sure. Just as soon as your mother gets here. I can't very well leave her here now can I?"

A few silence filled moments later Blythe House walked in with a pasted on smile and a box of chocolates.

"John! I told you to wait in the cafeteria for me! Now it's not a surprise anymore. Greg honey we won't be able to make it down next week to be here ON your birthday, so we decided to come early. How does it feel to be turning 48?"

"48? I thought it was his 50th. Well damn. Why didn't you tell me I had it wrong?" An awkward silence filled the room. Everyone in it knew why House would never correct his father, even now. It had been drilled into him as a child...Greg was always wrong and John was always right. That's just the way it was. Maybe that's why House had to prove himself right, why he had to find the answer to the puzzle, time after time with every patient. To make up for the battles he had been forced to surrender as a child. Even though many a time he had been in the right. House cleared his throat. It was too early for that kind of thinking, He would save it for when they were gone back home and he was alone with a sad cd and a bottle of liquor. Same as he always did.

"Well...Mom. good to see you." He gave her a hug and a peck on the cheek. "But I have a case I have to work on. Why don't you and Dad head on to my apartment. Rest up and get comfortable. I'll be home later tonight and we can all talk then."

Looking a shade hurt, Blythe smiled and kissed her son on the cheek.

"Of course darling. It was silly of us to show up here anyway. Here. Take your candy and try to be home by dinner. If you can't make it then try to call. We love you sweety. See you soon." Giving him one last hug and waving to the still silent Wilson, Blythe picked up her bag and headed out the door. Once she was gone John leaned over to his son.

"You better not disappoint her. Or there just may be hell to pay." With that he turned and walked out the door.

"I have to run down to the lab and check on the little ones. They just can't seem to function without me around." House stood and walked towards the door. "I'm sure you have some dying kid to give some bad news to or something." With that the door closed and Wilson was left alone. Standing he thought to himself, Well there's a dysfunctional family if I ever saw one. You have a emotionally stunted, physically impaired son of an angry, aggressive military man and a complete submissive of a wife and mother who by the looks of it lied so much she now truly believes her son just fell out of a lot of trees as a kid. He stole one of House's chocolates from the desk and headed on to his own office. Maybe one day, House would talk to him about it. But he had a feeling about this trip. It wouldn't end well. Something just wasn't right.