Shows not mine...does anyone ACTUALLY think if I OWNED the show I'd be writing fanfics? Wouldn't I be busy um...RUNNING A SHOW?

Anyways, just wanted to say sorry about not updating in a week (I hate when authors do that and leave me hanging) I've just had a lot of stuff going on and I've been sick so I haven't had much time to sit down and write. I hope to show me I'm forgiven you'll write me lots of lovely reviews! Now, on with the story!

House stared into his black computer screen. Watching. She pretended to be reading some novel, but he could easily see she was watching him. He was way better at being secretive about that stuff. He should have been a spy. He went into the conference room.

"Hey House have a nice nap? You know that's twice in one day, are you sure you aren't getting sick?" She set her book down without marking the page.

"I wasn't asleep. And you weren't reading." She opened her mouth and closed it. Looking at him, clearly questioning his statement with her eyes.

"You don't read books with Fabio on the cover. You're more a Jane Austen type of girl. You didn't mark your place in the book, which is something you always do when you read medical journals and text books and oh yea, I saw your reflection in my computer. You were so blaringly obvious it distracted me from my porn but that shirt you're wearing stopped me from using you as a substitute. Turns out, old school marms make my north pole go south. Crazy, I know." He sat across from her.

"Your computer was never turned on and how do you know what type of books I read? I thought I was nothing but a naive romantic. Wouldn't a Fabio covered paperback fit just perfectly snug in that little image you've constructed of me? Just one more piece to the puzzle you think I am?" She gave a little half smile, but it faded quickly. It was clear wanted to be more than a jigsaw to him. Now if only he would admit that...

"You are a naive romantic. But you aren't so...open with it. You don't want people to think you're any more childish than you are. Even if you're just as childish as everyone thinks you are."

"I am not childish. Now why don't you go lose another level on your gameboy. It's the most play you've gotten in a long time...wouldn't want to make it jealous by showing attention to anyone else now would we?"

"You are too childish." House stood and headed towards her back. Reaching in and fumbling around he continued to speak, ignoring the indignant expression painted on Cameron's face. "And for your information I just beat the game yesterday...haven't gotten a new one to play yet so I guess I'm up for a bit of a dry spell. But since I've gotten the Mario Brothers to gladly do my bidding using just my skilled fingers, I'm thinking of moving on to bigger and better...challenges." Having found what he was looking for he returned to Cameron and was now mere centimeters away. He bent down over her shoulder from behind and her breath caught as she felt his heated breath glide across the nape or her neck. Her face flushed as she felt his stubble graze her earlobe and she felt goosebumps dance across her flesh. Turning slightly, she tried to catch his eyes in hers. She failed however seeing as his eyes were currently lost in the cleavage of her shirt that you could only catch from a birds eye view. She let out a little huff and closing her eyes cleared her throat. He did the same and straightened his posture.

"Well you seem to think you've got me all figured out so what type of challenges were you thinking? Actually being a grown up and doing your job for once? Or were you going for a more...attention worthy type thing like...triathlon maybe?" Cameron gave a coy smile as she half glared at her boss. But he caught the half amused twinkle she had in her eye and knew he was in the clear.

"I was thinking of doing grown up things that...don't include my job but could include my office...if you know what I mean." He fixed her with a lecherous stare and suggestive grin. "And I'm not quite up to a running, biking, swimming deal but...I could certainly handle a triathlon of other sorts." Slipping something into her hands he turned to leave. "Black and red lace...huh. I guess I always pictured you more of a...pink bow, plain white kind of girl." Hand on the door he paused as she spoke.

"Well I guess I'm not as pure as you thought, am I?" Raising her eyebrow, Cameron smiled. A hint of a grin splashed his eyes but his lips didn't even twitch.

"Guess not...anyway, I'm heading home. Tell Cuddy I'm doing some paperwork from there or something. By the way Cameron, you're not a TOTAL surprise...I've already read that book by the way." And before she could respond he was out the door and down the hall. Cameron smiled and went to place her worn copy of Pride and Prejudice back into her bag after making sure her bookmark was still in place.

AT HOUSE'S HOME

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" An enraged Wilson blew into House's living room half hoping he got this over with and John out of the place before House got back, but was too blinded by rage to think about stopping now.

"James?" John stood and looked, confused, at the young doctor who for the first time in his life was out of breath and disheveled. Tie loosened and jacket half on, half off he looked just a bit insane.

"He was your SON! Your SON! Your own flesh and blood! He was supposed to be the proudest thing in your life and you have almost...almost RUINED him as a functioning human being!" Suddenly, John's face went very grave.

"I don't know what you're talking about son, now let's just calm down and forget this ever happened, ok?"

"Forget? What about Greg is he supposed to just FORGET? About all those times you beat him down physically and emotionally? All that...all that pain and misery...it just never happened, right? Because that makes YOU the better person, right? Well too bad! Because he can never forget! And since he can't ever forget I can't either. And you are even less human than I thought if you are so able to just right it off and never think twice about it."

"Now James, I'm not sure what Greg told you, but you have to remember...he's prone to lying to have his way. You can't believe just any old words that come out of his mouth. He's a liar. You know that."

Wilson gaped, open mouthed at the man before him. He was astonished and disgusted...John House truly felt no remorse for anything he did to his son.

"You really don't care do you? You've basically destroyed his ability to trust and you don't...care. Now I see where he gets it...you are a horrible person...a horrible father and husband and any other titles you give yourself, you are horrible."

"Hey! I'm not gonna take that from anyone James, not even you! So I hit the kid, so what? He deserved it every time...maybe I got a bit rough but he deserved it."

"How could a little boy deserve having his throat almost slit!?" At that they heard Blythe gasp from where she had been standing quietly in the shadows, watching. Neither man backed down, and were now standing almost toe to toe.

"He was born! He was born and took my wife away from me! Ever since he popped out hes caused me nothing but trouble!" John turned and walked towards the window, even though it was dark out, so there was nothing to see.

"So all this...everything you've put him through his entire life...was because you were...jealous of the attention he got?!" Wilson incredulously exclaimed. John whipped around.

"No! It was because he stole everything! My wife, my home, my time! He stole it! So I took fair payment out of his childhood! He got what he deserved and I will NOT be made to feel guilty about it!" He slammed a fist onto the table. Wilson looked at John. Then to the floor. Then back to John. Finally, he took the few steps to close the distance between the two men and then...POW! Slammed his own heavy fist into John's hardened jaw. John covered his face where Wilson struck him, and his now very sore jaw, went slack in shock. Just then, a key in the door was heard and they all turned to look as it opened and Greg House walked in.

He took in the sight before him. His father leaning heavily on a table cupping his own cheek and staring at Wilson, his best friend cradling what looked like an injured hand to his chest and red in the face, and his mother, pressed against the wall, eyes closed and hands clasped over her mouth.

"Hmmm...guess I missed a lot." The color drained from his face and his entire body tensed up but he tried to keep his cool as he took off his jacket and set his bag in the closet. "Wanna fill me in?"