A/N: School is out, which means updates! Yay for summer break. I cannot believe I spent all my time next semester writing for English 101. I'd rather have been writing angsty House stories.

This chapter is kinda short, mostly filler, but it'll move the story along. And now you can expect more frequent updates.

Still don't own House.If I did, i wouldn't be dying over the last two eps.


Julia knew him immediately when he stepped off the bus. Gregory House still had the bluest eyes she had ever seen. It almost seemed strange, seeing him for the first time in nearly eight years, but she knew him as well as anyone she had seen every day for that long.

Julia had been happy to hear that Greg had been offered a full ride to John Hopkins. When she received his letter telling of his acceptance, she hadn't hesitated to offer to rent out her extra room to him. In their correspondence, she had heard enough about House Senior to guess that he wouldn't be happy with his sons career choice. It was sad that it needed to be done, but after everything Greg had put up with, she was happy to help him get away from his dad and start his life.

She stood quietly to one side and watched him collect his luggage before she approached him.

"Greg?"

The young man turned, and his face lit up with a smile. "Miss Sloan!"

Julia laughed. "I'm not your teacher anymore, you don't have to call me that."

"Sure." Greg said. He knew that he wouldn't call her Julia at all out of respect. "I'll try and remember that."

Julia chuckled and shook her head. Greg had been a charming ten year old, and he was a charming teenager. "C'mon. Let's get home."

Greg nodded and picked up his suitcases. Julia led the way to the car.

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Julia only owned a one story home, but it was bright and well kept. Flower gardens in the front yard gave the house a happy, welcoming look. Julia led Greg inside and motioned for him to set his thing down so she could give him a tour. Greg nodded and set his suitcases next to the door, prepared to come back for them in a few minutes.

"Here's the den," Julia explained, leading him into a room off the front hall. "TV is in here, help yourself to any of the books."

Greg took a moment to look around the room, and was surprised to see multiple shelves filled with books of varying age. Upon closer inspection of the titles, he realized what the hundreds of books were about. "They're all med texts."

Julia smiled and nodded. "They were my dad's. He was an oncologist, but he still felt he should do his best to learn about other areas of medicine. He died of a heart attack a couple of years ago."

Greg smiled. He had no problem with spending hours in here, reading. Seeing Julia exiting the room, he quickly followed, to find her just waiting down the hall.

"Kitchen's in here, dining room just through there," Julia pointed through the room to another door. Moving on she paused at another door. "Bathroom is here. My room is across the hall, and yours is at the end of the hall."

Greg nodded his understanding and followed her to his room. It had two windows looking out to the front and back yards, and a reasonably sized closet. An empty bookshelf stood under the front window, and along the same wall as the door was a dresser. His bed was under the back window.

"You can rearrange it if you want." Julia suggested.

Greg shook his head."No, it's fine the way it is." He took one last look around and then turned to head back to the front door. "I'm gonna get my stuff."



Julia nodded. "In that case, I'm going to start cooking dinner. Spaghetti okay with you?"

Greg smiled. "Spaghetti is fine, thanks."

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After unpacking Greg lay on his bed relaxing. He couldn't believe he was finally there. No more of his dad dictating everything he ever did. It was easily the best birthday he'd had since his father was in Vietnam. He would rent his room from Julia for two and a half months, and then he'd be moving into the dorms at John Hopkins. In the meantime, he was free to do as he pleased.

Upon hearing a call from Julia down the hall, Greg rose and stuck his head out the door. Greeted by the scent of food, he figured dinner must be ready and allowed his nose to lead him in the direction of the kitchen.

"There you are." Julia acknowledged as he walked into the room. "I was about to holler again."

"I got lost." Greg joked. "It's confusing, so many twists and turns…"

"Very funny." Julia stated, picking up a plate of garlic bread. "Grab that pan of Spaghetti, will you?"

Greg picked up the spaghetti and followed Julia to the dining room. They sat on opposite sides of the table and served themselves.

Over the course of dinner, Greg told Julia about the classes he was taking fall semester. He wasn't sure what kind of doctor he wanted to become, but Julia was quick to ease his nerves about that.

"You've got plenty of time to decide on a specialty." She reminded him. "You've got four years of pre-med ahead of you."



"That's true."

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After dinner, Greg called his mom, as promised.

"Yeah mom, I made it okay. Everything's good." He spoke calmingly. He suspected by her voice that she had been since his graduation ceremony that morning.

"I'll take care of myself mom. Yes, I promise. Everything's going to be fine." For the first time in his life, Greg actually felt that statement was true.


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