Here's my attepmt of continuing my story, Analysis and Synthesis, but as mentioned this one can be (maybe even should) read on it's own. I've taken some liberties, such as deciding Cameron, Chase and Foreman are still in their current positions six years later.

I can't promise speedy updates, I'll have to see how this goes. Still I hope you'll enjoy Not Another Long Lost Kid Story.

Chapter 1:

Wilma House wasn't supposed to be alive, logicly speaking. Her father, Gregory House, was a man who was all about logics, figuring out the odds that something would or would not happen, finding natural explanations for all things. From a purely logic point of view, the chances that Wilma House would ever be born, were very slim, to say the least.

First of all, her parents met by accident. Well, maybe not entirely by accident; when her mother Joanna got an illness and was submitted to hospital, Gregory House became her doctor. Still, that didn't mean the two had to meet. Dr. House was generally uninterested in meeting his patients in person. It was their diseases he tried to cure, not the patients as such.

Well, the two did meet. And when they did, something unusual happened to both of them; they were physicly attracted to another person. Though both of them were usually not the one to open up to a stranger, something made them do so to one another for a short night. That night was all it took.

Before this, Wilma's mother had tried for years to concieve, but one doctor after the other had informed her of her "hostile environment" and of how unlikely it was that she'd ever get pregnant. When she met House, she had given up. The thought of having a baby didn't cross her mind at all that night.

Still somehow, Wilma was concieved. It happened around the same time as her mother was diagnozed with a rare and dangerous disease, and she was adviced to have an abortion. But Joanna refused, and begged her doctor, who happened to also be the baby's father, to make it possible for her to carry to term. And even though House was scared by the responsibility that awaited him, his curiosity and his fear of being beaten by the disease won him over. He did what Wilma's mother requested of him, he kept both her and the baby alive until Wilma was ready to be born.

So far, Wilma had beated the odds against her numerous times, and her life hadn't even begun yet. But not even Wilma's beginning of life was in any way normal of safe. As her parents stepped into the hospital elevator, the system broke down, and they were trapped in the box. So, Wilma House was born on the floor of an elevator, delivered by her own father.

None of these thing that could esaily have caused her never to see the light of day, broke her. No, Wilma House was very much alive. Every morning as he woke up, her father had to think twice to make sure it was really true and not just a dream. After six years, she still seemed like something unlikely to happen.

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