A/N: Normally I don't update stories until I reach my goal of 5 reviews per chapter, but, I just love this story... So, here we are, Chapter 4... I hope you enjoy it... I'm sorry if the quality isn't as good as the previous chapters, but, I promise the next chapter will be better... and more thought out... I've just been going through a lot IRL and really wanted to update the story to keep my mind off things...

House sat in his office, the lights off, Oliver asleep in a playpen. He sighed. Oliver was now one year old, and just as fussy as any other baby, and House, well, House loved his son but it was hard being a dad. They had one thing in common, they were both cranky without sleep. He saw his fellows walk down the hallway and put a finger to his lips as they walked in, pointing at the baby. His eyes said, 'Wake him up and you'll be sorry.' His team knew that look all too well and followed House as he stood up and walked with them into the diagnostics room where he immediately went to the whiteboard. "Let me guess, bad news?" House asked, popping a vicodin. He was taking them a lot more now, more than usual for House. It was his leg pain but it was also the stresses of having a baby who constantly fusses. "None of the diagnoses were correct?" His team knew that this House was not in the mood for bad news. "Come on people, don't all speak at once." His voice was almost in a whisper, as much as he wanted to yell, he knew any amount of sound traveling could potentially wake the baby. The team looked at one another and Foreman cleared his throat. "Finally, a volunteer. What does my Neurologist have to say about the Neurological problem?" Sarcastic bastard.

"Could-" House pointed at the baby, and Foreman knew he should keep his voice at a whisper. "Could be Cysticerosis. Larval cysts. Would explain the confusion, the headaches, and the seizures."

"Any sign of a tapeworm in the stool sample?" House asked. "Or like idiots, did you not take one?"

"We'll get on that right now," Chase said, standing up.

They knew there was no arguing with this House. This House was sleep-deprived, and scary. Foreman however stayed behind for a second, with actual concern. "House, you okay?" he asked. "You seem a bit more... crankier than usual."

"Never better, Foreman. Why do you ask?"

"Nothing, just worried. I may not like you because you're a bit of an ass, but I can tell when something's wrong. Have you been getting sleep?"

"Sleep is vastly overrated," House said, sighing, rubbing his face.

"House-"

"Don't you have some doctoring to do?"

Foreman walked away, defeated. He knew there was no winning with House. House sighed, leaned forward and placed his head on the table, finally getting some peace and quiet. No fussy baby, no team. He would just close his eyes for a minute or two and try to get some sleep. The baby's cries burst through and he sat up, groaning. He went to the playpen and picked him up, bouncing him. "Come on, Oliver. Dad needs sleep," he said, sitting down in his chair, Oliver in his lap. Oliver settled down, and House sighed. Of course. House was the boy's favorite parent. Why did he even volunteer to watch Oliver while at work? Oh, yeah. Because Cuddy was busy being boss mom. Yeah, great idea House. He thought that it'd score him some brownie points with her. House, who at this point was so exhausted he could barely keep his eyes open, stood up and carried Oliver to Wilson, and just dropped him off in his office. "Wilson, you're great with kids. Daddy needs a nap." And before Wilson could protest, he walked out of the office and back into his where he laid his head down on his desk and fell asleep in the dark room. Finally, peace and quiet. No team, no baby, just House and silence.

Thirteen, Taub, Foreman and Chase all walk into the office, and stop, seeing the sleeping House. Taub chuckled and quietly sat down, sighing. "I've been there. It's rough," Taub said, shaking his head. The choice was to either let him sleep or wake him up, and have a cranky House on their hands. "I say we let him sleep. A less cranky pill-head of a boss is worse than a sleep-deprived half-asleep pill-head of a boss. But, that's my honest medical opinion. If any of you object, feel free to voice your concerns." A soft snore escaped from House, signalling that he was really in a deep sleep. "He's really enjoying that nap." The others sighed and huddled together, trying to come up with a different approach.

"House is getting a well-needed nap, but we still have to give him our diagnosis."

"There's always Wilson," Thirteen said.

"Knowing House, he's probably busy with Oliver."

"Well, we can't go to Cuddy. I don't think she'd be too happy with House sleeping on the job, or handing Oliver off to Wilson."

"Yeah, better to keep Cuddy out of this. At least for now," Foreman said.

"Well, I guess the only thing we can do is go to Wilson."

They all marched out of the office and into Wilson's office where he was trying to shush the crying baby. "It's okay Oliver. Uncle James is here, shhhh," Wilson said. He looked up and sighed. "Whatever House did, it's none of my concern."

"It's not necessarily what he did. He's currently sleeping in his office and we have some news on the diagnosis-"

"And the last thing we need is a grumpy House yelling at us-"

"And by grumpy House, he means even more grumpy than usual."

Wilson, who was trying to listen to this conversation all at once, held up a hand and sighed. "Listen, if you have a diagnosis, you need to tell House. I understand wanting to let him nap, but if you treat the patient without House, and House finds out, he's going to be more angry than he would if you'd just wake him up." Oliver fussed and Wilson shushed quietly. "And I'm not just saying that because House left Oliver with me and I can't get any of my work done." That was a lie.

The team knew that Wilson had a point and walked out of the office, and back into House's office, where they turned on the light and nudged him, making him jolt awake and blink his eyes a couple of times. "What? I wasn't sleeping," he said, stretching. "What have you got for me?"

"The stool sample revealed a tapeworm. Which means that-"

"-Foreman was right. Congratulations, you're not wrong all of the time," House said, sleepily. "Now, go treat our patient and get them discharged." Wilson walked in with a crying Oliver and handed him back to House. "Oh, there's my little guy. Thanks for watching him Wilson."

"Next time you need a nap, find someone else," Wilson said and walked away.

"He's lying. He knows he's going to watch Oliver. He loves kids," House said, looking at his fellows. "Well, what are we waiting for? Get going."

The team nodded and walked out, leaving House and Oliver alone. "Did you have fun with Uncle Wilson, huh?" House asked, getting a small giggle from Oliver.

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