A/N- The beliefs expressed by Sister Sarah are mine, as she is based on me.

Also, House is owned by the awesome David Shore.

Thanks so much to SincerelyPinkPanties, who beta'd this chapter. If my medicine is faulty, I am sorry. I know nothing about medical junk. :D

Ahavael/Sarah

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"We scanned her brain. No tumor." said Foreman.

"He would know, he's the neurologist." said Chase.

"Yes, you would know. Are you sure? No abscesses or anything like that?" Wilson asked.

"Nope. Slight variation in the hypothalamus, but every brain is different."

"How slight?" House asked.

"Slight enough to barely be noticed by the scan." Chase said.

"It's not the brain." Cameron said. She walked to the board and put up the abdominal MRI. "She's got a tumor about the size of a golf ball bouncing around in her stomach. Chemo could cause an ulcer."

"So we remove it."

"Great idea, genius. We staple her stomach." Cameron said.

"What is with you today? You've never been this saucy. I like it. Chase, schedule surgery. Foreman, get me chocolate. Cameron, shut up and make my coffee."

"House…" Wilson warned.

"Fine. Please?"

"Good boy."

"Hey, Sister Sarah. Can I help you out with that?" House asked.

"Sure. Wrap it around my head and leave the ends dangling in the back. Please?"

"No problem. What's the scarf for anyhow?"

"It's a head cover. Some friends from my church, including my pastor, are coming, and we're going to pray and worship together. I wear the head cover because I minister in front of the people."

"Hmm. Did you know you were a nut job the first moment you came out of the womb?"

"I'm not a nut job, House. I just have some sort of faith. There doesn't need to be proof to have faith."

"Yeah, that's just blind faith. What about all the people around the world who suffer, die, cry? What about even the simplest sins, like lying? Everybody lies. Even you lie."

"When have I ever lied to you, Greg?"

"How'd you know my first name was Greg?"

"I'm your daughter."

"What the hell? She's your daughter?"

"She's mine and Cuddy's. Cuddy always had that kid running around the office, her name was Sarah, but I never put the pieces together. I never even knew."

"Are you okay with this?"

"Yeah, pretty much. I'm off to go talk to Cuddy about it, but I'm pretty sure I'll be okay."

"Kay. I love you."

"You too." House pecked Wilson's lips. "Gotta go."

"Oh Cuddles…."

Cuddy shuddered. She really hated that nickname. House had started calling her that in college, and it had stuck, apparently.

"What's this about our patient being my daughter?"

Oh, crud. He'd found out. Everything she'd tried so hard to protect had gone down the toilet, never to be resurrected again. "Yes, Sarah is our daughter. Why didn't you put the pieces together earlier? She was always hanging around you, looked just like you, especially those blue eyes, sounds like me… Why didn't you figure it out?"

Things flashed before his eyes. Birthday parties he'd been shanghaied into attending, graduations he's tried to get out of but couldn't, the girl's definite affinity for him… Hell, every time they'd seen each other she'd call him Greg. Not Dr House, not House, but Greg. No one called him Greg unless they were angry at him. She could conceivably be his daughter, but he needed proof.

"Prove it."

"Prove what?"

"That she's my daughter. Got a birth certificate?"

Cuddy rolled her eyes. "Not on me, jackass. It's in my file drawer at home."

"Bring it tomorrow." House ordered.

Cuddy sighed. Hopefully tomorrow he'd have forgotten. It didn't matter, she'd raised up the girl all on her own. Cuddy was proud of her faith, how she clung to it even when the worst had happened. House didn't need to be involved in her life. She'd done well alone.