You're the by-product of a once strong love between two coworkers 16 years ago that soon went to shit, or at least that's how House - your father - see's it. Though, admittedly, he does care about you alot more than he let's on. Maybe more than he's every really cared about anyone. Your mother - Cuddy - thinks more fondly about it. That she once had a happy family for a few years until her and House fell out of love, and now she has to suffer with his idiotic antics every day at the hospital. Though she still adores you with all her heart, you're her sweet child after all - even if you do glare like your father. They divorced when you were young, and custody was split weekly. One week at Cuddy's and one week at House's. They only argued a few times about you, mainly after House had convinced you to dump a load of soil in your mother's bed when you were six.

You'd always wanted your parents to get back together, to love eachother like they had when you were three. And now you may be sixteen and the realistic thought that they weren't getting back together had settled in, you still hoped that maybe on day they would wake up and realise they love eachother again.

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You were sat in Cuddy's office while your mum worked through files that piled up onto her desk. The sun spilled through the large windows and you sighed in boredom. You were switching from your dad's house to your mum's, but it was taking so long for Cuddy to finish up work before she could take you home.

Eventually you got up and left her office, leaving your bags of stuff there. You wandered through the hospital that had become so familiar to you over the years. You headed to your dad's office, avoiding patients that wobbled around with nurses attached to their sides When you reached the glass walls and door with gold letterings of 'Doctor Greggory House' you stepped inside, not bothering to knock.

House didn't bother lifting his head when he heard someone entering his office, he knew it was his kid, he'd spent the whole week with them after all. Instead he set his cane down and spoke.

"Couldn't you have picked anyone else to annoy?" Though you knew he wasn't annoyed.