Wilson pushed himself back from the desk and sighed. It was late and his eyes burned from trying to figure out where he went wrong. Losing a patient seemed par for the course when it came to oncology, but he felt like there was more he could have done this time.
He picked up the file and walked over to House's office. The fact that it was past eleven p.m. and there was a slim to none chance that he would be there did not even cross his mind. He just needed someone to talk this through with him or at least talk to him, to help him make sense of it.
House was quite obviously gone for the day but Wilson had a better idea. He unlocked the door (with his own key, two could play at the invading privacy game!) and closed it behind him. Tossing the file on the desk Wilson sat down and went into the bottom drawer. Pulling out a large bottle of tequila he looked around for, of all things, a shot glass. He laughed and reached for House's red mug instead. He poured himself two fingers and knocked them back in one swallow. Grimacing, he immediately poured himself another, knowing it would take more than a few to let this case go. He began to aimlessly paw through the junk in the desk drawers when he found the iPod.
Wilson was confused. House never left his iPod around, he was synchronized to the machine. Wilson once ran across his iTunes on his computer and the files were locked. To say that House found music to be a personal experience was an understatement. However...
Wilson turned the iPod on and was greeted by a buxom pin-up girl. 'Thinking about Cuddy again?' he said out loud. He scrolled through the expansive collection, looking for something loud and numbing. He clicked on a folder curiously titled 'The Faculty'.
Insider he found House's dirty little musical secret. There were playlists named for each of the members on his team as well as himself and Cuddy! Wilson knew how dangerous this could get and was torn. As much as he wanted to see what songs House had compiled for his own playlist, his loyalty to his best friend held him back. But then he thought of all the things he had put him through lately, and clicked on it.
The little machine kicked into gear in his hands and Oasis' 'Talk Tonight' began to play. He closed his eyes, soothed by the simple rhythm. The chorus kicked in, and Wilson was quietly astounded by the raw emotion encased in Liam's clear vocals.
iI wanna talk tonight
Until the morning light
'bout how you saved my life/i
Was House admitting guilt? Was he finally admitting he needed him? He didn't know what to think. Coldplay's 'Fix You' began to play, but Wilson went back to the beginning of the mix. What was it about the Oasis song that made House think of him?
Finally it hit him: it was an apology, and he accepted it. The words 'I'm sorry' came out of House's mouth few and far between and even if they came from the mouth of someone else, he would accept them.