I've only seen 4 episodes but thought I'd give this a shot. I'm going to do what I normally do with my stories. . . post the first chapter and depending on the reviews I get for Chap. 1 will depend if I post the rest. Basically, REVIEW!

Disclaimer (because you all knew it was coming): I don't own any of the characters or the show. Only one character I wish I could own and that's Wilson. Because he is tay awsomeness! I LOVE HIM! That's why I write about him, DUH!

Part I

"It was a dark and hot night. The room, lit by candles, smelled faintly of roses. . ."

"I don't like that story grandpa." The little boy interrupted. House watched as the older man wheeled his grandson out of the hospital to go home. He laughed, not sure he would like that story either.

House was bored. No new patients had arrived and all the ones who were already there were stable. He felt he had pestered everyone except his friend Wilson and Wilson seemed to be having a bad day, but he wasn't sure why.

"Maybe I should go find out. . . later." And House limped off to go bother his boss, Lisa Cuddy.

He approached the door but heard yelling from inside and paused. He normally wasn't a nosy man, but Lisa sounded very angry. The glass was frosted so he couldn't see what was going on. He considered opening the door a smidge, but changed his mind and just listened.

". . . can't believe you didn't see it!" House heard Lisa yell from inside. He heard a response from a voice that sounded familiar, but he couldn't put his finger on it. Besides, the response was so faint, that he was surprised Lisa heard it.

"you're sorry. Try saying that to the parents of that child. They're never going to see their child again because of your stupid mistake!" Lisa yelled in the same tone and House raised his eyebrows. He couldn't recall a time he had heard her so angry about a loss of a child patient. Again, the response was barely audible.

"I know an emergency came in, but you should have been paying attention to the directions you were giving the nurse. You have just killed a six - year - old child! You knew she was allergic to it, yet you gave it to her anyway!" House sighed. He should have known – stupid mistakes that get someone, a child especially, killed always pissed her off to no end.

He decided to risk opening the door. He grabbed the knob and slowly opened it. Too bad he forgot that first squeak Lisa never got fixed.

"Who's there!" Lisa stopped yelling, but there was still incredible anger in her voice. House opened the door. At least this gave him the opportunity to see whom she was so pissed at. He looked down to see whom he least expected. His friend Wilson was sitting in the chair staring at the floor, his hands folded in his lap. He looked extremely sad and guilty.

"Well, I was going to bother you, but I see you're busy. . ." House looked at Lisa who was staring harshly at House.

"Does it look like I want to be bothered? Look, I appreciate the concern but I have things to do. Lots of things. Important things. So if you wait, I'll be done with Dr. Wilson here and you can bother him." Lisa said in one breath. House smiled and shook his head, but left the room, closing the door behind him. Lisa immediately began to yell again.

"I'm disappointed in the nurse for doing what you said but I'm exceptionally disappointed in you for being so incompetent! You should have known better and you should have been paying better attention. I want you to go and I'll call you when I've figured out what to do with you." House could imagine Lisa pointing at the door.

The door swung slowly open and House moved over so he wouldn't get hit. Wilson walked slowly out and seemed unaware of anybody's presence. He closed the door behind him and walked to a chair outside Lisa's office. He landed with a thump on the chair and stared into space. House sighed. Something seemed to eat away inside when he saw his friend like that.

He limped over to the chairs and sat next to Wilson, but put a vacant chair in between them. He didn't want it to look like he had cracks in his hard exterior.

"So, uh, I know you enjoy getting on her bad side, but you gotta let others have a chance. You're beginning to go past my quota here." House said more sarcastically than he meant.

"What do you want Greg?" Wilson continued to stare into space. House placed his cane in the vacant chair and turned to Wilson.

" Just wanted to know what you did to piss her so."

"You know what I did. I know you were listening." They sat in silence, for once House didn't know what to say. Wilson said something instead.

"What?" House didn't catch what he said. How could he be so quiet?

"I said 'I'm such an idiot'". He looked at his hands.

"Well, I wouldn't. . ." House began but paused. What was he going to say?

"Yes, I am. I killed this little girl. I knew she was allergic. I knew it, but I told the nurse to give the girl an incredibly lethal dose. I mean she died almost instantly! Died, Greg. I can't fix that. I can't make it better." House was going to attempt to say something again when a shadow appeared over the pair. They both looked up to see the parents of the child. The father was a big man. His muscles were pretty big. And it didn't look like he was going to the gym to get them that way, either. The mother petite, but no real beauty, hid behind her husband crying silent tears. House stood up first.

"Can I help you?" House thought they were an interesting pair.

"No, we were actually looking for him." The man tried to move past House to Wilson but House picked his cane up off the chair and stuck it out to stop him.

"I think you should leave. And maybe you should lay off the steroids." House said with no hint of fear or anger. The man glared at House and gave a small push. Because of his bad leg, he stumbled backwards and tried not to show the enormous amount of pain that had caused him.

Wilson immediately stood and looked up at the man, twice the size of Wilson, at least.

"Look you came to talk to me. Leave him alone." House regained steadiness. The man snickered and grunted.

"Talk? I'm done with talking." He laughed and in one swift motion, slammed his fist into Wilson's face. House stared in horror as Wilson, holding his injured face, staggered backwards into the chairs. House was going to help but instead decided to watch. It wasn't often his friend had a chance to stand up for himself. But it didn't look like he was trying very hard.

Wilson attempted to get up and at the same time, the man picked Wilson up by the collar. Wilson was too startled by his sudden loss of footage that he didn't know what to do except stare down in shock.

"Don't! Lets just go!" the man's wife finally begged. The man snarled at Wilson, but didn't put him down. Instead, he threw him against the wall. Wilson landed with a loud thump on top of the chairs. He struggled to get up. Before the man left, he grunted:

"We'll be back. And when we are, we'll sue you for everything you've got!" and they walked out before security could stop them. Everyone was either staring after the parents or staring at Wilson. House moved them along and then went over to Wilson.

"Are you alright?" House asked. Wilson hurriedly stood up, refusing to look House in the face.

"Yes, I'm fine." He mumbled and ran off. House looked after him and then at his watch.

"Another day done." He sighed and went to tell Lisa he was going home.