Disclaimer: I don't own House, sadly. The show and all of its characters belong to FOX. I like to meddle around with those characters, though. It's fun. All I own are Tobin and Grier. This is my own story. I did not steal any part of it. It's all me.

A/N: This isn't a OneShot, even though I usually specialize in them. I find it a little tedious having to upload new chapters, but I like this idea. It's all about Wilson and House, I'm not sure about any shippers. Maybe WilsonCam, I'm not really a big fan of House shippers. I think he needs to be alone . Spoilers POSSIBLE in later chapters, of all seasons. Not sure though. R&R is greatly appreciated! 33 thanks! My breaks will be HouseHouseHouse.

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"Daddy! DADDY!"

Oh, man. Here we go again, James Wilson thought. This had been going on for about a month and a half now. Ever since Julie died. He glanced at the clock. Yep.

Every night around this time, around 1:00 in the morning, (sometimes before, sometimes a little after), his 3 year old daughter, Grier, would wake him, screaming her head off for him. Night terrors were the diagnosis. In other words, a nightmare. He had made the diagnosis, but still, he felt it was a reliable one, considering he was a doctor.

"Coming, baby. Daddy's coming." He called, groaning and rolling out of bed. It was natural for a child to be spooked after what Grier had been through. Having your mother die would be traumatizing for anyone, especially a three year old child. But what Wilson didn't get was why it was only happening to her. Grier had a twin brother named Tobin. Tobin had had a nightmare or two, but after about a week they tapered off. Grier's, however, had started small around the same time as Tobin's, and had just kept escalating.

Wilson walked into their dark bedroom and clicked on the small lamp next to Grier's twin bed. "Daddddyyy…" she sobbed, reaching her arms out to be held.

"Sweetheart, what's the matter now? You just fell asleep a few hours ago."

"I'm scaaareddd, Daddy!"

"Did you have another nightmare, baby?"

Grier hiccupped and sobbed. "I don't knowww!"

"All right, then. Come on." He picked her up, and she clung on for dear life. He could feel her pain seeping into him, among the tears and snot she was smearing on his long sleeved pajama shirt. Eww.

He softly ruffled Tobin's brown hair, the same color as his sister's and Wilson's, as he passed. Poor kid. He had to share a room with a sister who woke him up every night screaming. It was probably time to move them into separate bedrooms.

He layed her onto the bed next to him. "Shh, go to sleep. It's time for bed, pumpkin." Her sobs had tapered off.

"What if my bad dweam comes back, Daddy?" She asked in her tiny three year old voice.

"I really don't think it will, kiddo. OK?" But he knew it would. He knew it would come back and she'd wake him again. The only difference would be that this time he wouldn't have to get up to attempt to console her.

He'd given in about three weeks ago and started letting her sleep in the bed with him after he'd gotten tired of trying to force a thrashing child back into her bed. It was easier to just give in.

Like clockwork, she drifted back into dreamland about five minutes later, and they both caught some shut eye. Only to be awakened three hours later by another terrible dream.

This one was bad. He'd only experienced several of these with her. They would scare her so bad she'd do nothing but sob for an hour straight before laying, wimpering, next to him for the rest of the night. They were both exhausted the next morning when he got up at 7 to get ready for work and to drop them off at daycare.

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Wilson dragged himself into the hospital at 9:30 that morning, a half an hour late. Cuddy met him in the clinic.

"Where have you been? You've missed your first appointment of the day!"

"I'm very apologize and I sincerely sorry... I mean, I'm very sorry, and I sincerely apologize. I haven't gotten much sleep lately, the kids…" he left his sentence hanging.

Cuddy softened. She always softened when it came to Wilson's kids. They were little angels. The little boy with his polite demeanor. And the little girl with her shy actions, always sticking to Wilson's side, the both of them, like glue. "Well, try not to make a habit of it, please. We have a hospital to run and we can't have it falling apart because our doctor's can't get in here on time!" She pretended to be stern.

"Oh, and House is looking for you, by the way." She finished, waltzing off to do clinic duty.

"Oh, geez. That's JUST what I need today." He started towards the elevator, unwilling to take the stairs.

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House pounced on Wilson the moment he saw him in the hallway.

"I NEED a scrip!" He said, holding his hand out, which was shaking. He'd obviously been out of Vicodin for a few hours now.

"Come on with me." Wilson unlocked his office, and promptly filled out a prescription for Vicodin. House snatched it immediately and said, "Thanks." And ran off to get it filled.

Wilson leaned his head on his hands and felt himself drifting off. First appointment was gone, he'd missed it, "Have to reschedule…" he muttered to himself. Second one didn't arrive until 12:00. Meant he had a few hours to sleep. That was, until…

"HEY! WAKE UP SLEEPYHEAD!"

Until the biggest mouth, which was now completely hopped up on Vicodin, woke him.

Wilson eyed the clock. It was only 10. "WHY DID YOU DEEM IT NECESSARY TO WAKE ME UP LIKE A 5 YEAR OLD WOULD?" He yelled.

"Sorry. Not. 'Cause I love to make ya miserable." A smile flitted across House's face.

Wilson softened at the look. "Sorry I yelled. I had a rough night. Me and Grier both did."

House's expression changed at the mention of Grier's name. He'd fallen for both of the little weasels. "Something wrong with the kids?" He asked.

"You know about her night terrors, don't you? I told you, I know I did… Well, anyways, she's been waking up screaming, terrified, and crying every night for a month and a half now. It's draining, physically and emotionally, to hear my child scream."

The little mechanical wheels in House's brain were turning. "Are you sure they were night terrors?"

"Well, yeah. What else would they be? With Julie's death…What else could they be?"

House bit his lip and twirled his cane. "Seizures. Epileptic seizures."

"MY CHILD IS NOT EPILEPTIC."

"She might be, Wilson. Did you consider it?"

"NO. Why would I? All they are is nightmares!"

"She tired afterwards?"

"It's nighttime." Wilson hesitantly answered.

"Stare blankly off into space?"

"She's got her eyes open! Of course she's looking at things!"

"Stop disagreeing with me, I'M the diagnostician! Get her an EEG. That will decide who's right!"

Wilson stopped. "I can't."

"Why? Because you're scared of what it might tell you?"

"No. Because…because I know what it is."

"Don't be stubborn! That's my job." He said softly, grinning.

Suddenly, Wilson's cell went off. House heard screaming in the background when Wilson answered it.

"Hello? What?! Ok. Yes, ok, tell her I'll be right there." Wilson slowly closed the phone. "Something's wrong with Grier. I've gotta go."

House took off after him. "Well, I'M coming with."

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A/N: So, what do you think? All this epilepsy stuff is true. R&R!