Jesse told me Liam was faking it to get out of school on Monday. I didn't doubt him after the doctor started examining him. I could tell the doctor knew he was faking it to.

"Mrs. Lanski," he started, throwing away the tip of the otoscope. "Liam seems to be-"

The doctor was cut off by a banging on the door. He sighed and rolled his eyes. "Excuse me." He said. The door opened.

The man in the door way looked like Count Olaf with a cane and without bushy eyebrows. He glared at our doctor.

"I paged you," he said. "For a consult."

Our doctor rolled his eyes again. "With a patient."

Olaf glanced around the room for the first time noticing me, Jesse, Liam and Momma. "He's faking." He exclaimed, pointing at Liam on the exam table. "Take him home, ground him, whatever. He doesn't belong here."

Momma stared between Liam and Olaf. Liam caved. "Sorry, Momma." He mumbled. Jesse and I shared a look. We hoped he wouldn't rat on us for knowing to.

Momma's face turned bright red. "Sorry to have wasted your time doctor." She grabbed Liam by the arm, dragging him off the table.

Before closing the door I heard, "Male, age 36, pain presents in my ass 'cause he wont pound it." From Olaf.

I had to hear more.

"Momma?" I asked in my mink voice. "Can I go to the bathroom?"

Momma looked at me, then the boys, and nodded. I walked in the general direction of the ladies room until I noticed Momma, Liam and Jesse had left the clinic.

I raced back over to the exam room.

I hadn't really missed much.

"- didn't talk about it last night!" Olaf's voice was muffled by the closed door.

"There's nothing to talk about." Our doctor said.

"I don't think so! No way you can ignore this! You told that bartender you were in love with me, and now you have to own up to it!"

There was a slamming sound. I hoped Olaf didn't hurt our doctor.

"House," our doctor said so quietly I almost didn't hear him though the door. I pressed my ear closer to the crack between the door and its frame. "I'm married."

I bit one of my finger nails. This was better then Momma's soaps.

House (Olaf) snorted. "Like that's ever stopped you before." There was a tapping noise.

Our doctor sighed loudly. "You're right. You're right. That was a lame excuse."

After a heavy silence, something was slammed into the door. I almost screamed, it was so sudden.

There were sounds like Daddy sometimes makes when Bobby comes over to watch NASCAR. Me and Liam all ways thought they was bad sounds. Like maybe Bobby was killing our Daddy. But House and our doctor made them sound like happy sounds.

Soon, though, the noises stopped.

"I'll get a divorce."

"I don't care." House thumped his cane on the floor a few times. I took that as my warning to leave.

And it was. Just before exiting the clinic I turned back around. Both House and our doctor were chatting like nothing had happened.

House caught my eye and winked. I smiled back, forming a heart between my two fingers. When he made a face I laughed all the way back to Momma, Jesse and Liam.

A/N: I don't own House.

I'm pulling this fic to a close! Yay! The boys got their action (even if you didn't see it. Use those brains, people!) so it's over! I might write more if you ask really, really nicely! Thank you to everyone who stuck by this fic! It's ment alot to me! hug