I'm sure this kind of story has been done before, but this is my version...anyways, please give it a shot. It will get more interesting and unique in later chapters. R&R Please...I live for reviews!

This story is set during some future season...not exactly sure when, but sometime after the current season.

It does contain House/Wilson slash, but nothing graphic or anything. Don't like, don't read.

Disclaimer: Don't own it, so don't sue me. I do own the character of Kayleigh. You don't. And if you steal her, I'll sue you. Not really. I might cry though.

"Oh please let her have some rare, random, and seemingly incurable illness that no one in this hospital can diagnose except for, well, me… Speaking of which, why don't more hot, young 16 year old girls get rare, random, and seemingly incurable illness that no one in this hospital can diagnose except for me?"

"Well…she doesn't look very sick."

"If not looking very sick means she's looks sexy, than yes, you're right, she doesn't look very sick. But you're probably right. I bet she has some rare, random, incurable tumor the size of a football…or a football field, in her brain. That's more your department. Fine, steal all of the hot sixteen year olds. I have a patient to see anyways. Who's…probably not sixteen and probably not hot."

House and Wilson had been coming back from lunch, and the two had really no worthwhile subject to chat about except for the low cut blouse that Cuddy had worn today. This led to House giving an in depth explanation of what was happening on General Hospital, until the girl standing in the hallway had caught House's interest, and this proved to be a perfect excuse for House to state another reason why his job truly sucked. After House complained about his new not-hot patient, he watched as Wilson walked into his office. The girl wasn't really his type anyway. Wilson, actually, was more his type. The two had been 'together' for a few months, and so far no one inside the walls of Princeton Plainsboro knew of their relationship, except for of course House and Wilson themselves. And they planned to keep it that way for as long as they possibly could.

House stood in the hallway for a minute, popped a Vicodin, and realized he really did have nothing to do. The new not-hot patient that House had been complaining about wasn't really existent yet, considering he had no new case. With nothing to do, he would soon become bored. And a bored House would scare any sane person away. Far away.

He glanced down at his watch and realized General Hospital was on in 15 minutes. He wasn't feeling like being interrupted while watching his soap today, especially by Cuddy, who would probably find some way of making him do clinic duty, even though he wasn't scheduled for today- or maybe he was, he just really didn't care right now- so he decided to go to Coma Guy's room. Just as he turned around, he nearly collided with the girl that he had spotted before while he was walking with Wilson.

"Oh, sorry," she said apologetically.

"Didn't your mother ever tell you not to run into cripples?"

"Uh…no."

"Well, she should have." House started limping off in the direction of coma guy's room. Hot sixteen year olds were more trouble than they were worth, he decided.

"Wait, do you work here?" the girl asked before he had gotten barely a step away. He turned back around with an annoyed expression on his face.

"No, actually, I don't. I'm a patient, with a rare virus called the India Turkey Flu. It's extremely contagious, and absolute hell to go through. Hope you don't get it." He coughed on the girl dramatically. "Oops. I guess it's a little too late now. Sorry."

It didn't seem like the girl believed him, but House didn't care and tried walking away for the second time.

"Can you at least tell me where Dr. Wilson's office is?" House turned around.

"Damn, I knew you had a football field in your stomach. Could've won money on that too." House said thoughtfully. The girl just stood there with a confused look on her face. Or maybe that was annoyance. House couldn't tell which and decided it was probably both.

"It's that -a-way," he said, pointing in the direction of Wilson's office with his cane. "He's with a patient though, so you'll have to wait with all the other dying cancer kids."

"I'm not a dying cancer kid though."

"Okay, fine, then you're a relative of a dying cancer kid. My point is, you'll have to wait with the other relatives of the dying caner patients."

"I'm not a relative of anyone dying of cancer. At least, I think I'm not. I'm a relative of Doctor Wilson's, actually."

"Nice try, kid. That one actually had some style to it too. See you around. Unless you die of the India Turkey Flu that is."

"It wasn't a try. I really am a relative of Dr. Wilson." The girl said, sounding aggravated by now.

"Nope. I don't think so. Wilson saw you. I saw Wilson see you. If you were some relative of his, wouldn't he be all 'Hey! I know her! It's my grandma Suzie!' and rush over to meet you?"

"Do you think I look like a 'grandma Suzie' ?" she asked, lifting an eyebrow.

"Do you think you're avoiding my question?" House asked with a smirk. The girl seemed to give up.

"Dr. Wilson and I have never met before. Actually, he doesn't really know I exist. So, yes, that would explain why he never recognized 'grandma Suzie'."

House pondered the girls statement for a second.

"Hmm. Long-lost relatives…unexplained and unsolved family mysteries…that just earned you a direct pass to Dr. Wilson's office. We even get to pass Go and Collect Two Hundred Dollars."

"Is Dr. Wilson as much of an asshole as you are? Because if he is, I might as well go jump off a cliff right now, because I'll basically be extremely screwed then."

"Oh yeah. Wilson's a real jerk. You think I'm bad- wait til you meet him."

"Oh? And I bet he has the Indian Turkey Flu also?" The girl said sarcastically.

"That really does exist." House insisted.

"Does not."

"Does too. Who are you, really?"

"Take me to Dr. Wilson's office, and I'll tell you."

"Hmm..How 'bout you tell me how you know Wilson, and then I'll take you."

"Where is his office?" The girl tried once more.

"Actually you're looking at it. It's right there. Of course, you won't be able to get in there until he's done with his patient. And considering he's probably giving one of his little 'sorry, you're dying' speeches, that could be a while. So, the only way you're getting in there within the next lightyear is if you tell me who you are, and how you're related to Wilson."

"Alright, alright. My name's Kayleigh Schwitzer. Yeah, I hate my last name too. Which is why I was so excited when I found out my last name was really Wilson.

"And just how is you're last name really Wilson? Please tell me you're his..niece..or something."

"No, sorry. I'm ...his daughter." The girl looked up at House expectantly.

"You're his...oh, haha. I see, you're joking. Nice try. Again." House said, in denial. Wilson couldn't have a daughter. Well, he could, it was more than entirely possible. But House could see this ending very badly for himself. If his long lost sixteen year old daughter just walked into Wilson's life...well, Wilson would probably choose the daughter over the gay boyfriend.

"And again, that wasn't a try. He really is my father. Unless there's another James Wilson who works in this hospital." Kayleigh said sarcastically.

"Actually, there is. He works in neurology. You know, where he examines people's brains. Where I suggest you go, becuase there's no way Wilson has a daughter." House said stubbornly.

"Not one that he knows exists, anyways. Could you just take me there? Please. He's basically the only family I have left."

"Alright, alright. Save the sob story." House said as he walked into his office.

"Are you taking me to Dr.Wilson's office or what?" The girl, growing more impatient, following House.

"Of course. We're just collecting our two hundred dollars first though."

"You're impossible."

"Oh, like I've neverheard that before."

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