House: Family Issues.

By,

BakaBakurasotherlady.

Disclaimer: I don't own it. Want to own it. But I don't.

Rating: rated T for medical stuff, mild swearing.

Author's note: Due to the fact that I'm not a doctor, nor will ever be one, I have had to resort to making this story about the show that I love. (Or one of them). I have an idea for a story for quite some time, but only now am writing (and maybe re-writing) it. I hope that you like it. Also, I am aware of most of the "House as father ficts", and I love what I have read.

Summary: Dr. Gregory House is a genius when solving the most interesting medical cases, but when his daughter falls ill; can he help to save her?

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Samantha House sat down behind her father's desk, looking at some homework.

The homework, she found out, was easy enough for her, seeing as how she loved the field that she was going into (Early Childhood Education), but for most, it was not so easy.

Ok, She thought as she re-read the assigned chapter for her anti-bias class, all I have left to do is to finish this page and then I will be do-.

A tiny poking hand interrupted her thoughts and she turned to face the person that the hand belonged to.

"What do you want Lisa?" she asked to the blonde haired, blue eyed two year old that was starring back at her.

Her sister pointed to her diaper bag, "juice".

"You want some Orange Juice?"

The younger House nodded, her hand still extended as Samantha put gave her a red and green sippie cup that had Winnie the Pooh on it.

"Tanks," Lisa said, walking off into the joining office.

Samantha sighed and went back to her homework. Or she would have, but something felt wrong. She couldn't pin-point it though, but something felt very wrong.

Her thoughts were interrupted again, this time by the sounds of a door opening and shutting. She looked up into the clear blue eyes of a man that she knew very well.

"Hey dad," she said as she got up out of his chair.

"You look like crap" the elder House said, looking her over.

"Well, you would too if you had to read thirty-seven pages," Samantha returned, rolling her eyes.

She would have said more, but she was starting to feel sick again. She managed to mutter a quick "excuse me" before she bolted from his office, going straight to the nearest ladies room.

"'Mantha feels 'uckie" Lisa said, still holding the sippie cup as she walked over to her father. House arched an eye brow, and the younger House shrugged, walking back towards the dry erase board to continue what she was doing.

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When Dr. Lisa Cuddy walked into the ladies room near the diagnostic wing, she didn't expect that she would find someone on the floor, cringing in pain and puking.

Very cautiously and carefully, she headed to wear the noise was coming from.

When she got to the stall that the noise was coming from, she crouched down to see who was inside, to her shock, it was Samantha. Cuddy growled underneath the door, careful not to bump Sam. She peered over Sam's form to the toilet, what she saw let her know right away that something wasn't right.

There was blood mixed in with the vomit.

Samantha turned to face Cuddy then, her normally very beautiful features looking pale and stricken. Her long brown hair was matted to her face. She looked like she almost dead.

Cuddy reached over and felt her fore-head, "oh God, you're burning up," she said quietly, helping to get her to her feet. "Come on".

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Later on that day, as House was "working" in the clinic, (Actually, he was playing "Doctor" with Lisa); Cuddy came in to see him.

"You're on for another five minutes," she pointed to her watch.

House just shrugged, "If I go out there, I'll get a kid with a runny nose," he said, looking down at Lisa as she wrapped his leg in medical tape.

"Daddy Sick" Lisa said, looking at Cuddy.

"In the head or physically?" Cuddy asked.

House pulled a face. Lisa didn't say anything.

Cuddy sighed, "Look" she began.

House looked at her, expecting a response. When he got none, he grew curious.

"What?" he asked her finally, as if to say "Just spit it out woman!"

Cuddy's eyes became sincere, "Sam's been admitted with a temperature of 104 trending upwards".

House wasn't phased by this information at all; "He's probably suffering from a"

Cuddy cut him off, "No, House. Samantha, your daughter".

House, in shock, just limped back a couple of paces, sitting down in a near by stool.

"She's in room 328" Cuddy said as she left. House just sat there, unsure of what to do.

End of chapter.

A/N: Sorry for the short chapter, it will get better, I promise! Suggestions are always helpful. Hope that you all liked the story so far.

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