Wilson nods and quietly watches. Not wanting to get in the way or interrupt the moment. Hell, this was a side of House he rarely if ever saw. "That is true.", he finally mummers.

He nods and fallows after House heading to his office. Still holding the paper work. He moves and plops down next to House on the couch. After closing the door behind him. "Here. You want to open it....or do you want me to tell you? And I deleted it all from the lab. Nobody will know."

"Thanks, I'll open it." House takes the folder and opens the results. They're positive...his hands start to shake and his throat turns dry. The diagnostician hands the folder back to Wilson silently. His gaze doesn't leave his shaking hands. "My god...I'm a father..." It wasn't a a huge surprise, but I wasn't - it wasn't real until..." He grasps Wilson's hand and squeezes it tightly. Tears stream down his down his face more from exhaustion than shock.

"She abandoned her, she fucking abandoned her to be abused...Jimmy how...could she?"

Wilson moves and puts the folder next to him on the couch. Shifting he squeezes House's hand tightly. Moving her moves to wipes his friend's tears away. ""House. It will be ok. It will work out.I promise..some how some way....it WILL work out."

He shakes his head grimily, "I don't know why. I don't know what happened...but. She is yours and that wont happen to her again."

House slips his arms around Wilson and rests his forehead on the other doctor's shoulder. He only stays that way for a few moments, finding the intimacy a bit uncomfortable. He didn't want Wilson to find out the true extent of the feelings he had for his friend. Leaning back he wipes his eyes and runs a still shaking hand through his hair. "Wilson I'm gonna need to call a private investigator and a lawyer. I want full custody of my daughter before she gets out of the hospital. I need you to talk to Cuddy and help me get back to work as soon as possible. If she asks send her to me, but don't tell her anything." House takes a deep breath and pulls out his cell phone looking through the numbers, stopping on one he only uses in emergencies, Stacy. Even the sight of the number makes his blood boil.

"You know my dad once took the belt to me when I was a kid. I didn't remember until I saw her today...Blanche (House's Mom) was so mad at what he had done that she packed us up and we stayed at a hotel for a few days. The general never touched me again, the mental abuse continued until I moved out. God I need a vicoden..."

Wilson nods and looks at House keeping his hand in his, "You got it House. I wont say a word and I deleted everything from the DNA lab to say I ran the test. That paper is the only proof. Shouldn't be to hard seeing as she was abused so badly." He points out and hopped House would get her to be his for good. "Maybe it wont be to had ethier since she was dumped here abandoned."

Wilson nods and squeezes his hand, "I know. I am sorry he did it to you. But you do that to her. Ever..." He had no clue he was going o call Stacey right now. Course she would deny the whole thing ever happened. That the child wasn't hers...and all of that shit. "Don't do or say anything that will prevent you from getting her to be yours fully."

House puts his phone away leaving the call to Stacy for later. "Alright...yea I'll just call my lawyer and see what I need to do to get this process started." He squeezes Wilson's hand again. Thoughts are running through his mind at a million miles an hour. Maybe he should call his Mother...she still had a lot of clout in the political world. She had made it pretty clear though after the funeral that she wanted nothing more to do with her junkie son. "Is it alright if I use your office to make some calls?"

He stands up and flicks through his phone looking for his lawyer's number. The diagnostician speaks with the secretary briefly making an appointment for the next day. Marcus had gotten him out of his marriage without an alimony payments and helped him through he harassment charges filed by that dick cop. He should be able to give House the answers he needed. "I've got an appointment with my lawyer tomorrow, do you want to come with me?"

Wilson nods and leans back on the couch, "Yea, that would be the best move. That way you don't end up blowing up and doing something that would end up badly for trying to get custody." He knew House was pretty much on his own after his father's funeral. "No, no I don't mind at all. Go and make your calls." He shakes his head slowly rubbing his eyes slowly. Still sorta sleepy still from eing woken up so early.

"Sure, I will go with you. Unless something like a patient calls me away. Though everyone is pretty much stable.", he leans back and looks at him. "You will make a good dad. I know you will."

House nods in thanks. "I'm gonna go back to sit with my daughter...." That is going to take a while to get used to saying. "I think it would be best if I'm there when she wakes up. I should probably talk to the child psychologist on staff to, notify her that she's got a new patient." He gives Wilson a faint smile and has to stop himself from kissing his best friend. Wilson has been beyond exemplary, saving his life time and time again. "You're a good man Wilson."

He limps back down the familiar halls into the ICU, into the little room on the right and pulls up chair next to his daughter. The door is closed giving them privacy. He takes her small pale hand in him and rubs his thumb over the back of her hand. "I-I'm your dad. I'm really sorry that I wasn't there for you. Your mom, your real mom never told me about you. If I had known...I promise that you'll be safe from now on. No one will ever hurt you." House runs a gentle hand over her head and starts to hum a smooth rock song.

Wilson smiles, "Any time House If you need me feel free to page me. I am going to do my rounds." He waits awhile after House leaves his office to head for the oncology floor to check on his patients. Figuring House would want to be alone with his daughter and to bond with her. Figuring too what could go wrong?

She could hear him still. Still not fully understanding much of what was being said to her. Some of it was clear but some wasn't yet. So, he was her dad? How? She didn't HAVE one! Nor a family! She wanted to wake up and ask him but trying to move forward to do so wasn't happening yet. In fact he may not even have to worry about fighting for custody for her as the darkness she had been fighting against as much as she could finally over takes her. Totally bottoming out.

House hears his daughter's breathing even out and deepen as she slips into a deep healing sleep. He smiles that she is healing so well. If he had not found her last night...the physician can not even bare the thought. "You'll be alright." Exhaustion takes over and the doctor slowly lays his head down on the bed next to his daughter's hand. He closes his eyes and lets the dreams take over. For the first time in the last month he's not plagued by images of Wilson leaving him. The peace in the room doesn't last very long...

"House! Get the hell up!" House is pulled ruffly off his daughters bed and back in his chair. He looks up to a rage filled face of Cuddy. "What the hell are you doing sleeping in a patient's room! I want you out of this ICU, out of my hospital until you are cleared for work." She opens the door and asks a nurse to page Dr. Wilson. "You have Wilson take you home..."

"I'm not going anywhere..." House gets to his feet towering over the hospital administrator.

"What?!"

"I said I'm not going anywhere."

Wilson had made his round to his patients before starting up to her room once more. Having no idea Cuddy would be there. Breaking the bonding and the peace House and the girl needed so badly. Once more stepping off the elevator he heads for the little room and freezes dead seeing Cuddy. "Shit...."

Moving he quickly opens the room and walks in quickly, "Cuddy. Leave..Leave NOW...Why are you even UP here?!" He wasn't happy at ALL! House had every right to be in that room. To bond with his little girl who needed him.

House is shaking in fury at the woman in front of him. He has a white knuckled grip on his cane and his voice is eerily low and calm. It holds no humor; his eyes are dark with rage. The doctor was almost says something more when Wilson walks into the room snapping at Cuddy to leave the room. House automatically stands between the fuming woman and his daughter. Cuddy turns and faces Wilson.

"I've had the nurses watching out for House. His license has been suspended he's not even supposed to be here. You need to take him home. I don't expect you to come back today so just take the rest of the day off...."

"I am not leaving." House growled out. He glared at the woman and sat back down in his seat. He would let Wilson take care of Cuddy he was too tired to deal with her stupidity.

"He isn't working! He didn't ADMIT her...I DID! For christ sakes Cuddy stop lurking! He came in with me in the morning cause I had a call about a patient. Than this. Leave him alone he has been threw enough shit. He s sitting and watching her vitals for me that is ALL. She is damn close to crashing. So if you will go on back to your office and worry about something else."

Wilson moves to go between House and his daughter. "He didn't lay a finger on her.", his eyes narrow at Cuddy. "why would I lie?"

"Fine," Cuddy threw up here hands and left the room. House let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding in, his head fell into his hands. Shit, that was close...

House tries to regulate his breathing and heart rate sitting next to his daughter. "Thanks for your help...I-I...damn it. I'm never going to get my license back am I?" He unconsciously takes the little girl's hand again and tries to find the peace he had achieved before Cuddy came bursting in. The doctor looks at his friend nearly in tears again. He wipes his eyes and gestures for Wilson to sit by him. "What am I going to do?"

Wilson sighs and shakes his head watching Cuddy go, "She needs to calm down. Though she will I am sure find or figure it out some day." He closes the door to the room and walks over to House and pulls the other guests chair up next to him. Looking at them both. wanting so badly to comfort House by saying things would move along easily and smoothly. But he knows in his heart that wont be with Cuddy.

"Never say never House. You are damn good doctor. It would be a major loss with you gone for good. Think of this as a odd vacation for you. Eh, gives you time to bond with her right? You'll get it back. Once she relises Foreman was a shitty choice." He shakes his head sadly, "Cuddy is a tough nut to crack though."

"She's a bitch. If she won't bring me back here I'll just get a position at another hospital. It'll be fine." House murmurs. He knows that his emotional outbursts have been a result of his weakened state. The diagnostician leans back in his chair and gives James one of his rare real smiles. "It seems you've grown some balls Jimmy. The way that you stood up to Cuddy, gave me shivers." He fans himself sarcastically. He smiles at Wilson's surprised face. "Really though thanks, for everything."

"God, never is boring in my life is it?"

Wilson shakes his head, "Not a problem House and any time. As for another hospital might be a challenge. Not many would put up with your mega ego." He chuckles softly and looks at him. "Take it one day at a time. maybe she will calm the hell down."

He ponders and laughs, "No, sadly not. Never much down time for you."

The room is calm and quiet only the small beeps of the medical machinery. House becomes more and more tried as the full weight of the day's emotions sink into his still weakened body. God, I feel like I've run a marathon and it's only noon. A shaking hand runs through his hair as Greg looks over his daughter. The resemblance she has to both her parents is undeniable. The black hair and high cheek bones are all Stacy. Looking at her makes his heart ache. Shaking his head to dislodge his thoughts of his first wife and gets up to go take a walk.

The floor suddenly starts to move and his stomach twists in a knot. House can feel his leg give out as he starts to fall to the floor. "Wilson...

Wilson moves quickly and nearly falls off his chair to grab House. Trying to make it to him before he hit the floor. "House!", he curses and falls grabbing him but making it so he was UNDER House when they finally hit the floor. "House? Are you ok? Do you want to go hoe now? I know its early but its been a busy and well shocking day for you already." He sounded a bit winded after House slams down on top of him.

He shifts and twists a bit to face House and smiles weakly, "Least you landed on something softer than the floor right?"

Falling is never a pleasant sensation, and there is little else that House hates more. The fact that he is wrapped securely in Wilson's arms by the time he hits the floor makes it bearable. It takes the doctor a moment to stop his spinning head and churning stomach. He leans back against Wilson's solid warmth and closes his eyes. Enjoying the comfort House nearly misses James' questions only catching the last one. "You've still got a boney set of knees Wilson."

He rolls to his side removing his weight from Wilson's prostrate body under him. Guessing that the oncologist offered to take him home the diagnostician helps pull up his friend. I really don't want to leave her, but I am not any help in this state. It was something that House would never admit to, but you could easily see it in his eyes. He nods and reaches a hand up to Wilson. "Yea, lets go..."

"Yea, well some things never change House.", he shrugs and laughs. He watches as House moves to get up himself before moving to take House's offered hand to stand upright. "You OK? You don't look so good. We can come back later and visit if you want." He looks House over head to toe making sure he was in one piece.

"I don't think she will be awake for awhile yet anyway. I am sure you will have a lot to talk about once she does wake up.", he sighs inwardly and wonders if she would. He looks at the clock and wraps an arm around House offering him support on more ways than one.

Leaning into the embrace House sighs contently feeling his friends arms tightening around him. He pulls out of the embrace for a moment and leans down pressing a kiss on the sick child's forehead. "I'll be back later." Gentle hands tuck the fluffy blanket around the girl. His voice is soft and tinged with foreign emotion. House doesn't look back as he grabs Wilson's arm. "Lets go Wilson." Only leaning on the other doctor until they reach the hall House pulls away quickly and stand up straighter leaning fully on his cane.

House moves as quickly as his leg allows trying to keep a straight face, tears build near the corners of his eyes. moving quickly House doesn't even notice the glare the clinic nurse shoots his way or the patients watching his labored journey to the car outside.

Wilson waits until House was done. Knowing how hard this was for him. And oddly just how fast attached he was to that little girl already. He was surprised at how nice he was being and just how gentle was with her. "House you will make a great dad. I truly think you will." He walks with House out of the room. Pulling away when House does.

Though staying close to House. Making sure he dosn't fall or anything. Also, to make sure Cuddy didn't attack him...AGAIN. "Hopefully, she will be awake when you come back later." He glares dead cold at the nurse, "Bitch."

House gives a light chuckle at Wilson's statement, finally noticing the nasty nurse. He wipes the moisture from the corners of his eyes and sighs happily at his friend. The pain from the day slowly ebs away, James's presence a miracle balm for all his ills. He could have kissed the other doctor at as he mouths off to the nurse. "I must be rubbing off on you..."

He leans back into the car seat letting the soft leather wrap around his body pulling the pressure off his damaged muscle. The thrum of the car starts to push him from consciousness into the warmth of dreamland.

Wilson looks at House and shrugs slowly, "Maybe you are House." He chuckles and keeps an eye on him as they head for his car. "You know we will need a bigger home once she comes right? Not enough rooms for her to have her own." He points out slipping into the cars drivers seat starting the car up. "Also, that nurse is a bitch for what she did. Leaving a child to die."

He shakes his head and starts to drive for home. Having no clue Cuddy was calling in a social worker who would be waiting for them when they return. He just hoped it all worked out in the end. Moving he ruffles the other males hair lightly. "its good to see you being so good for once."