Crappy father

01

- Please don't let it be, please don't let it be...

Lisa Cuddy was leaning against the wall of her office rest room, glancing at her wristwatch. A silver one with elegant floral design.

She remembered House gave it to her as an apologetic gift after one of his bigger screwups.

She sighed.

Just a couple more moments.

And...

- Crap. - she exclaimed looking down in her hand where she was holding a home pregnancy test.

She tried to move it around light in different angles hoping the result would change but the tiny pink plus sign remained in it's place.

- Oh goddamn it.

She gave out a long sigh burying her face in her hands.

Lisa Cuddy was prepared for many things in life, but having an unexpected baby with a middle aged troubled man-child was not one of them.

She flinched when she heard a knock on the door.

- Cuddy?

She calmed quickly, it was just Wilson.

- I'm busy, Wilson, come by later. - she spoke from her rest room cabin.

- I wish i could but it's kind of urgent.

- It's always urgent. - she grunted to herself throwing the test in a trash bin and unlocking the door unwillingly - What is it?

Wilson slowly moved out of the way, revealing the three concerned figures in the back of her office.

Seeing the look on their faces she knew exactly the source of their problem.

- What did House do?

- He wants to cut off our patient's leg.

- Well he's done it before if it's inevitable - she sighed - What's wrong with his decision this time?

- Our patient is 5 years old.

Cuddy felt herself get chills but tried to shake them off quickly.

- And... he wants the patient's leg cut off because...?

- He is convinced the cancer has spread out enough that we can't fix it anymore, so he wants to-

- A 5 year old has cancer? - Cuddy asked with a concerned expression.

Having a young daughter of her own, she couldn't have gone without this effecting her feelings at all.

- Yes-

- No, not necessarily! I keep telling you-

- And I told you the tests confirmed-

- Tests were inconclusive!

- Who cares? Everything else points to cancer, all I'm saying is it may not be as spread out as he thinks!

- It's not spread at all if it's not cancer!

- Oh shut up, all three of you!

Taub, Forman and Thirteen all stopped their argument and looked down at Cuddy.

- I can't help you with anything if you don't stop bickering like little spoiled children. - she stood up making her way to the office door - Where is he?

- Probably in the morgue, hiding from any responsibility.

- I think you should really put him in his place, you know, he's been acting like a total-

Cuddy gave Taub a glare.

- Tell me how to do my job one more time and you'll lose yours.

And she walked out slamming the door.
Wow, she thought. She's way crankier than usual but if they vomited their breakfast third day in a row they would be too.

Cuddy shut open the door to the morgue and just as she walked in, the smell made her throw up in her mouth a little. How could anyone ever come down there for fun?

Needless to say, House was sitting on a chair in his usual position and a miniature television where his favorite low budget soap opera was playing.

- What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in the OR cutting off your patient's limbs? - she asked sarcastically, leaning at the door frame.

- Nope, the little prick got scared of never walking again so I sent Taub to cheer him up and convince the little bastard's parents to consent to the procedure. - he looked up at her - But i can see he rat me out instead. Oops.

- You told a 5 year old kid he'll never walk again?

- Actually I said he'll be known in school as No-Legged-Joe for the rest of his life, but yeah he got the point.

Cuddy rubbed her forehead forcefully. She could simply feel a huge migrane incoming.

- House you don't talk to a patient like that- especially a child.

- Oh no - he faked a gasp - How terrible of me to tell him the truth.

- House...

She was so full of his crap, she was way too hormonal to deal with this.

- You know what, I don't care. You are not cutting of that child's leg. That's an order.

- Funny you should mention cause that's not what you said when my leg needed cutting.

- You were not a child, House, and your situation was entirely different.

- Oh bugger, a child's feelings matter more than mine? How discriminating of you, unbelievable.

- Would you stop acting like a little spoiled brat and do your damn job?

- Right on, on your command, I'll go grab the chainsaw-

- House! - she finally snapped - You are cutting of that child's leg over my dead body, you hear me? Find a different diagnosis.

- I would if there was one but-

- MAKE IT UP, I don't care House! Find a different way. You have an hour, after that you're off the case.

She turned swiftly slamming the door behind her.

Apparently, she was really getting good at that dramatic exit thing.