1House walked into Wilson's office without knocking, as always, but this was the first time he had ever wished he had. It took about one half, of one millisecond to process what he was seeing...

Cameron sat on Wilson's desk. Her skirt up past her hips, her blouse unbuttoned and her breast exposed. She had her slender, shapely legs wrapped around Wilson's hips. Wilson's pants were down around his ankles and he was pounding into her with long hard strokes.

House must have made a noise because they both swung their heads his way. He met Wilson's eye and swore to himself then and there that this was the end of their friendship. How could Jim do this to him. He knew how Greg felt about Allison, even if he never admitted it to himself or anyone else. Maybe he figured since the date didn't go well, he would step in and take a turn.

Then there was Allison. She claimed to have feelings for him, but there she was, spreading her legs for another man. He was right about her all along. House turned to leave the room only to hear Wilson calling his name.

"House wait," House kept on walking.

"Forget about him baby, he had his chance. Don't stop fucking me, James." Allison moaned in a husky, sex filled voice. Anything else they had to say was cut off by the heavy wooden door.

House's grip on his cane was painful. His knuckles were white and his eyes blazed fire. Everyone moved out of his way. He settled into his chair in his office and closed his eyes. The last time he felt this betrayed was when Stacy walked out on him.

He was not sure as to how much time had passed but he was aware that he no longer was alone. He could smell Wilson's slight cologne and it made his stomach lurch.

"House, you ready?"

"Fuck you Wilson. Get out of my office before I beat you with my cane!" House shot at him without even turning his head from the window.

"What are you so mad about Greg?" Wilson asked. The puzzlement in his voice almost sounded real, almost.

"What am I so mad about? Gee, let me think here?" His voice and anger rose with each word, "Could it be that I just caught you fucking the only woman I cared about in SIX year, and you're going to stand there and ask me what I'm so fucking mad about?"

"What are you talking about House?" Wilson yelled back at him. "I just got out of surgery."

"Is that what the kids call it now days? I can't believe you have the balls to stand here, in my office, and lie to my face. FUCK Wilson, that is low even for you."

"Greg," Wilson tried to keep his voice low, but he was angry and confused, "When I came in here, you were sleeping. I called your name to wake you up and then you start to yell at me and accuse me of fucking someone, who I can only imagine is Cameron, and then accuse me of lying about it."

House looked at him, the confusion in his eyes and said, "Didn't you have the green tie on today?"

"No, I threw it out, she hates green you know. Accused me of sleeping around."

"Right, well... That explains a lot now doesn't it."

"You were dreaming,"

"No, I had a nightmare."

"Perhaps it is time you face your true feelings then?" Wilson suggested. He got a grunt for an answer.

"Want to go and grab a beer?" House asked.

"Sure, I could use one." Wilson answered as they walked down the hall together.