Hey guys! First of all, I wish a happy new year, full of happiness and, of course, Huddy ;) I´ll try to update weekly, since the next chapter is almost done. And I'm going to give you a tip for Rachel´s disease: it already happened on the show. But I'm not going to tell you the season, just that it´s in one of these seasons (1, 2 or 3).Big chapter today! I hope you enjoy it, and good luck to try to find the disease!

Chapter 5

The doctor is coming

Wilson woke up early on the next day. He needed to go get House, but more important than that: He needed to convince him to treat Rachel.

As he got into the bathroom to take a shower, he started to wonder about convincing House to come back.

But he honestly wasn't worried about that. Because either House come back or stayed in prison for, what? six more months? But he hoped that he didn't have to say that to House. But he wouldn't need to do that, just by saying that Rachel was sick, House would come back. Because he considered Rachel as his own daughter.

He smiled at that, remembering Cuddy's face when he said that House was Rachel's father.

Wilson finished his bath, dressed up, had breakfast and went to his car.

The ride wasn´t too long, since the prison was right outside town and Wilson's house was near that.

When he arrived, he saw a big black building, with concrete walls and an electric fence in the top of each wall. The windows that could be seen from outside, had steel bars covering it all.

In one of the concrete walls, there was a gate, watched for two strong and armed guards. But what really caught Wilson's attention, was the big name written in black in the concrete walls, and on the top of the building:

NEW JERSEY´S HIGH SECURITY PRISON

Intimidated by the building, Wilson walked slowly to the guards, as calm as he could be, and for the first time, Wilson felt pity for House being in there.

As soon as he got closer to the gate, one of the guards stepped in front of the gate, as the other one asked:

-What are you doing here?

Wilson gulped and answered:

-I´m here to take Dr. House in a conditional parole.

As soon as he finished the sentence, the guard stepped aside the door, and the other opened it, and asked Wilson to follow him.

As they walked, Wilson got a little tenser with the way that prison looked:

It was all very dark. The floors and the wall had dirty and when they were almost in the warden´s office, Wilson could swear that he saw a mouse running away. What on earth House had done to end up on a place like this? He honestly didn't think that his friend deserved that.

As they got outside of a green door, the guard stopped and opened the door. Wilson got inside and a fat bald man sat on a chair asked:

-So, what brings you here?

-I'm here to take Dr. Gregory House in a conditional parole, to figure out what's wrong with her and save her life.

-Well, you need to show me the judge's order.

-Sure-He took the file from his pocket and gave to the Warden. After he called Cuddy to say that house would help, Wilson asked Jerry to send him a copy of the file.

-Very well Mr.?

-Wilson

-Very well Mr. Wilson, follow me.

-Thank you Mr.?

The man smiled and answered.

-Call me Lincoln

-Ok Lincoln, so where are we going?

-To get you friend, of course! –Lincoln answered like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

They walked for a while, and as soon as they got to and door that said:

VISIT'S ROOM

Lincoln opened the door, and showed Wilson one of the two chairs in the room. He thanked, sat and then Lincoln said:

-wait a minute while we get him.

-Ok, thanks! –Wilson answered, and was left alone in the room.

For the first time since he got there, Wilson wondered how House would be like now. He hadn´t seen him in months, and just hoped that he was ok.

A few minutes later and a cop appeared, with House handcuffed right behind him. The cop made House sit then took off his handcuffs and left the room.

For the first time in months, Wilson saw his friends. He seemed fine, despite some bruises on his cane arm, and on his face.

When blue skied eyes met dark brown ones, they stayed that way for a long time. In a look that meant the same as any conversation. Until a voice broke the silence:

-House, we need your help.-Wilson said simply, but in a firm tone.

-We? –He asked, already knowing who needed his help. But he just couldn´t realize why, with all the doctors in the world, they needed his help.

-Me and... –He hesitated to say her name, not wanting House to get mad at him, and not help to save Rachel. But he said it anyway, knowing that he already figured out.-Cuddy.

-No.-He couldn't help her. Not after he called her to apologize and she told the cops where he was. Whatever was the problem, she had to handle it by herself.

-House, please. She asked me to come here and ask for your help.-He lied, hoping that House would get a little softer.

-Well, go tell Cuddy that if she wants help, she has a hospital full of doctors to help.-He looked away from Wilson.-She doesn´t need me.

-Actually, it's not for her.

-Oh great! Then tell her that I'm not going to help any of her stupid friends-He looked up again to Wilson –Especially you.

-And what if her stupid friend tells you that he needs your help to heal Rachel? –Wilson said also in a mocking tone. If they needed House, it had to be on his way.

Immediately, House softened and asked:

-What´s wrong with her? –One thing was to give back on his ex girlfriend to punish her. Another very different was to save his...own daughter.-He got surprised with himself when he thought that. Was that it? He was going to treat her because he considered her as his daughter? Whatever. The reason didn't matter, as long as she was safe.

His thoughts were in interrupted by Wilson's voice:

-She got hit by a car, and then Cuddy brought her to the hospital. The next morning she woke up and Cuddy went down to the cafeteria. Next thing I knew was that she couldn't breathe. So we did and MRI

-And what did it show? –House asked, the diagnostician tone appeared and Wilson knew for sure that House was gonna help.

-The MRI came clean.

-Any other symptoms so far?

-No, not yet.

The silence took over the room. Then Wilson asked:

-So, are you going to help?

-Sure-He looked to the guard on the door-You take him down while i get the keys from his pocket, and then...

-I've got a better idea.

-What is it?

-You get out with a conditional parole, the condition being you get employed by Cuddy at PPTH. So, what you say?

-I did pay for the room for the whole week, but...

Wilson smiled.-You're welcome, House.

After they got House's stuff at the deposit and an ankle monitor ended on House's leg, they got out to Wilson's car and went straight to PPTH.

Meanwhile...

It was the third time today that Chase came to check if Rachel's ventilator was working properly. So, he got into the room and looked over to Cuddy. That was when he saw that she was asleep, holding Rachel's hand. So, he went slowly to the other side of Rachel's bed, and tried to work as quiet as he could, but when he was going to put the thermometer on Rachel's arm, Rachel moved and Cuddy woke up.

-Hi-Chase said

-...House?-Cuddy answered and closed her eyes again.

Chase almost had a heart attack. House? She was dreaming with House? God he needed to get out of there. But first, he needed to check Rachel's temperature. So he got the thermometer and this time, Rachel didn't move.

-Good girl- He said, almost whispering

-ummnh...You have no idea of how good I am... –Cuddy said.

Chase stared at Cuddy. No, this couldn't be happening. She was dreaming about having sex with House? God, now he really needed to get out of there.

If she wakes up, I'm dead.-He thought, then he gave a look at the thermometer, that made some noise.

He got the thermometer and got out so quickly that seemed that he was running from a bunch of hungry lions. Out of the room,he glanced to the thermometer.

102º

More quickly than he got out of the room, he got in there again and hit the emergency button. This time, Cuddy woke up.

-What's happening?-She asked kind of sleepy.

-Rachel got a fever of 102.

Cuddy really woke up now, as the nurses got ice packs to reduce Rachel's fever.

Cuddy watched there, as they tried to cool her daughter off, and then, after her fever was a little down, she dialed Wilson's number.

In Wilson's car

House and Wilson were silent all along the ride. Sometimes House turned the radio on and sometimes he just stared at nothing. Both House and Wilson were deep in thought about Rachel. The silence was broken by the sound of Wilson's cell phone.

-Hello?-Wilson answered distractedly.

-Wilson, it's Cuddy

Now he was paying attention.

-What´s wrong?

-It's Rachel. She's got a fever of 102.

A/N: So, next chapter huddy first encounter! I need some ideas, so please review it and also, help me to continue it. How should Cuddy and House meet? Thanks for reading!