A/N: Well, it's been announced, this is the last season of House. I'm sad but I'd be lying if I said I didn't see it coming. Oh we'll I'm still ignoring season seven and writing what I want to write. Hope you are enjoying my little world. Thanks for reading.

Chapter 13: Mad Momma Cuddy

House was woken up from his nap, on the doctors lounge couch, by one very angry looking Lisa Cuddy and one terrified little Rachel.

"What happened?" House asked after he yawned and stretched, and then panic hit his heart to see the tears in Rachel's eyes. "What's going on?" He asked more seriously this time.

"Your current patient went into V-fib." Cuddy stated her hands on her hips. "You were lucky that Chase and Cicciliano just happened to be passing by and were able to shock her back into rhythm."

"So she's ok?" House asked calmly.

"No, she's not ok!" Cuddy stated, "And you still don't know why she keeps loosing consciousness!"

"We were wrong," Rachel stated through her tears as she hiccupped and sniffled, struggling to gain her composure.

"It's ok Jelly Bean, it just means we have to look harder; that's all." he explained in his best paternal tone.

"But we almost killed her," Rachel sobbed.

"It's not your fault baby," Lisa stated as she sat down next to House and took the sobbing child into her arms. "You're not a doctor, you wouldn't know what to do and Greg is the best doctor we have. He always gets it right eventually."

"But I was the one that found Encephalitis in the big book of diagnoses!" Rachel sobbed.

Cuddy shot House a look of absolute anger and then turned all of her attention back to Rachel, "Sweetie, it's not your fault." She cooed. "You sit here while I talk to Greg and when he goes off to check on his patient, I'll take you home okay?"

"Does this mean I'm off the case?" Rachel asked with a sniffle.

"I think it would be best if you stepped away, you are too emotionally involved." Lisa explained.

"That sounds rational enough," Rachel sighed.

"I'm glad you see it that way," Cuddy smiled, shot another disappointed look at House and found another cartoon for Rachel to watch while Doctor Cuddy, pushed Momma Cuddy out of the way to lay into one Doctor Gregory House.

"What were you thinking letting a six year old diagnose a patient?" Cuddy scolded once she and House were in the hallway.

"She's a prodigy and her diagnosis was the best of the bunch." House said rationally.

"It may have been the best diagnosis but she's just a child. She doesn't have the mental capacity to deal with issues when situations like this arise."

"She'll be ok," House stated.

"You'll be the one getting up with her when the nightmares about killing patients start!" Cuddy yelled as she poked House in the chest to emphasize her point. "We just stopped having nightmare about the bombing, and now this? And no more sitting in on the diagnostic team, I forbid it. You can let her go through the books, teach her as much as you want but she's not a doctor and therefore she will not make contributions to your cases!"

"But what if she's right?" House protested.

"In thirty years time when she's really a doctor, I'll hire her for your team. Until then I'd like my child to have a normal childhood without worrying about making bad decisions and killing patients."

"She didn't kill the patient!" House stated.

"Not this time and not ever because she's not part of your team," Cuddy stated as she stormed past House back into the doctor's lounge and came back out with Rachel, "she goodbye to Greg it's time to go. You'll see him later." Cuddy added as she let Rachel give House a hug and kiss good bye and then removed the six year old from the hallowed halls of PPTH.

House sighed to himself, checked his watch and walked back into the doctor's lounge to watch his soaps.