"He's lying, he's not going to turn himself in. He deals out suffering, he never willingly takes it." Julia said, "You're a menace and you think you can attempt murder and then weasel your way back into Lisa's life."

Cuddy thought of Wilson and how much suffering House willingly took for him, "Julia, stop. House just saved my life, even if he was going to run away, we owe him a head start." Cuddy pointed out. Rachel stirred and awoke because of the increasingly loud voices.

"You're falling for it again, Lisa." Julia accused, "You're defending him again. You once told me he was a manipulative son of a bitch and that if he wanted something, he didn't care who he hurt to get it. What if he's the reason you're sick in the first place?"

House gave Cuddy a sidelong glance, "Glad you speak of me fondly."

"Shut up, House," Cuddy said, "Julia this wasn't some plot and if it weren't for House-" She suddenly remembered Rachel there and stopped herself not wanting to scare her about how close her mother had come to death. Rachel was looking at the adults around her confused and afraid. Instinctively, Cuddy moved to put an arm around her.

House paused and smiled. Realizing what she had been able to do, Cuddy forgot the argument and smiled too. Julia was still unconvinced, "You're making a mistake, Lisa. That bastard belongs in jail ." She said, pointing, "And I'm calling the police."

Cuddy could make no move to stop he sister and House certainly wasn't about to get into a physical confrontation trying to stop her. The accusation that he had somehow induced Cuddy's illness might have gotten a cane cracked across her skull. Arlene however stood between her youngest and the door.

"Yes Julia, the man is imbalanced and I'm not thrilled to have him around, but he just saved your sister's life and damnit, we're going to give him some air before we rat him out and toss him in a cell." She said, causing the whole room to go silent. Arlene turned to House, "I believe people should pay for their mistakes and as mistakes go, yours was no spilled milk. You have one day to get representation and go to the police yourself or run away. And if my daughter so much as sneezes in the direction of a police officer, I will disown her so fast that her head will spin when she reads that the name Cuddy was taken off her birth certificate."

Julia gasped at the severity of what would happen if she called the police. Arlene never let her say another word, however, "Now go home, Julia, and come back to visit when you've come to your senses." Looking at her sister and other, Julia finally left the room in much less of a huff than House might have guessed. She seemed broken rather than indignant.

"Rachel, sweetie, grandma's gotta get you to bed, we'll be back to visit tomorrow." Rachel reluctantly slid off the bed after some assurance and a kiss from Cuddy and took her grandmother's hand, "One day, Greg." Arlene said before the two walked out.

Cuddy and House were silent for some time, still digesting all that had just happened. It was House who broke it, "So, I even earned brownie points with your mother, surely that deserves a kiss."

"I wouldn't classify not turning you in for one day brownie points." Cuddy answered, unwilling to give in. House still had a ways to go before being twentieth on the list of screwed up people.

"I guess I have a whole day to figure me out." House said then.

Cuddy found that she didn't have the courage to confirm what he had said before about staying and turning himself in. She was too exhausted to work out those feelings right now.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Cuddy." House promised and she smiled. Outside the room, Foreman and Chase had heard everything and they gave him sympathetic smiles.

"Oh, god, you two are still here?"

"I know a very good lawyer, House. I could give you his number." Foreman offered.

"You both should already know that I'm running, not hiring some shark who'll end up screwing me over and sending me back to jail."

They both stopped in their tracks, crestfallen. Foreman looked more angry than anything. House stopped too and turned around, "Give me the damn number." He said, begrudgingly.