It's early when Jeannette wakes up, even for her. All the same, she can't seem to fall back asleep and reading doesn't help either. Giving up, she huffs as she grabs Little Sevvie and tucks him under her arm. House and Foreman are probably still asleep, especially on a Saturday. Maybe she can watch cartoons until they wake up.

Her stomach rumbling, Jeannette suddenly strikes that plan. What if she made breakfast for everyone? It'd be a nice surprise for her daddy and papa and she loves surprising them. She could even make eggs!

She creeps toward the kitchen, grinning. Wait until they saw!

Backdated to sometime mid-October. Or something.

Jeannette swings along one of the upper branches, reaching to tug herself up a little higher. House and Foreman (and the baby, of course) are all inside the house. Probably cooing over how smart and cute the baby is, again.

Sulking to herself, Jeannette glances toward the back door, checking for any possible witnesses. Michael's distracted, luckily, so no one will see her climbing higher than she's supposed to. She can handle it, anyway. She's great at climbing, except for that time she got stuck. That was a fluke, anyway.

Halfway onto the next level, she loses her grip. There's a split-second where she scrambles, but it's in vain. With a loud shriek, Jeannette hurls toward the ground and lands with a loud, sharp thud. For a brief moment, she can only stare in shock.

Until, of course, the pain starts.

Jeannette grabs the cane, hobbling into the hall. Glancing down at her outfit, she smiles wide. It's a perfect match to House, down to the badge and the shoes.

Knocking the cane against the floor, Jeannette calls out, "Papa! It's time for candy! Come on!"

It's a long, restless dream. Tossing and turning, Jeannette whimpers softly. Someone's chasing her and she can't find where she needs to go. Something's missing, something's wrong and--

Jerking awake, Jeannette sits up suddenly, breathing hard. It takes a few seconds to realize she's okay and Demon doesn't have her. Just as the relief begins to flood over her, though, she notices something else is wrong. The blankets are wet, the sheets are wet, and worst of all, her pajamas are wet. Oh no.

She jumps up and out of the bed, glancing around in terror. What are her Papa and Daddy going to say? She's too big for accidents, she's not supposed to have them like a baby! She's four now, a big girl, and she doesn't want to sleep outside!

Scrambling to rip the sheets and blankets off of the bed, Jeannette glances to the clock and then to her bedroom door. Her parents can't know, she can't let them know what a baby she's being. Once she's stripped out of her pajamas, she adds them to the pile of wet laundry and shoves the whole mess into the closet. She'll get dressed in clean pajamas and hope her mattress dries. With luck, House and Foreman will never know.

Surprised doesn't cover it when Jeannette finds Cassie in her fort. She vaguely recognizes the girl from the hospital and she's stunned to find she walked the whole way there. Of course she lets Cassie stay, and she even promises to keep the secret. She doesn't look that sick anyway, just really hungry. Jeannette loves the idea of having a secret and a secret friend.

At first, it's two cookies. Cassie won't eat the one, though, so Jeannette simply adds it to the growing pile in her bag. But they both need something to drink, right? And even runaways need hydration.

"Daddy!" Jeannette calls out as she stumbles back in through the back door. "Daddy, can I have two juice boxes?"

Jeannette drops out of the tree with a soft thud, grinning wide as she wipes the dirt from her palms on her skirt. Calling for Blender, she pads inside for juice, wiping her bare feet on the mat outside before slamming inside.

Grunting as she closes the sliding door, she giggles when Blender slips across the tile floor in a hurry to reach her water.

"Papa," Jeannette calls, heading down the hall to his office. Staying home with him is much better than daycare, even if she does miss her Daddy. "Papa, are you done working yet?"

Well, she could get the juice herself, but it always tastes better when he does it for her.

Jeannette's waited long enough. She's dressed, albeit with her shirt inside out and her shorts not matching, brushed her teeth, and eaten breakfast. How much longer was Papa going to sleep?

"Papa!" she calls, knocking on the door. "Come on, it's time to go!" It's a big day-- flying to California to meet her grandparents would have anyone excited and anxious. "I packed! Papa?"

Jeannette drags her bag into Wilson's apartment, heading into living room. She ignores House as he goes over last minute instructions, taking the cage from him and letting the kittens out. As they run around, investigating their temporary surroundings, Jeannette giggles.

She's halfway through her own investigation, bag open and half emptied across the middle of the floor, when the door closes and Wilson joins her.

When Foreman picks Jeannette up and takes her home, she's silent for most of the drive. She eats her lunch in quiet, brow furrowed as she thinks. She doesn't mind sharing House with Zelda-- shouldn't married couples share sometimes? House and Foreman share each other with her, right?

"Daddy?" she asks after a moment-- Foreman's buried in his office, hard at work again, but he promised to read to her later. "Daddy? Why can't I sleep with you and Papa at night?"

If she can cook hotdogs, she can make pancakes, right? It can't be too hard if Daddy can do it. Besides, this way Papa won't have to cook dinner and they can have breakfast at night. It's win-win.

Of course, Jeannette wasn't counting on the flour being so heavy or so high up. Nor was she thinking the stove would be so tricky to figure out-- self-cleaning? What does that even mean?

As the flour settles around her, stove clicking above her head, she giggles. "Papa! Come see, I'm like Frosty!"