This story takes place in an alternate time and an alternate place. Some things to take note of before we begin. This story takes place during a time where Cuddy has been replaced by a new dean of medicine after giving birth to twins. Enjoy.

One morning, Wilson walked through the main entrance of the hospital only to see House exit the elevator carrying a large box in one had and cane in the other. The Oncologist could tell the older doctor had been there all night but the question was why? Shooting Wilson a glare, House shook his head while limping towards him.

"Not now Wilson."

"What happened to you?"

"Not now Wilson."

Hoping that would be the end of it, House limped towards the exit as fast as his one good leg could carry him. Unfortunately, Wilson had other ideas. Once they reached the parking lot and House was about to mount his motorcycle Wilson spoke up.

"Just tell me what's going on?"

At this point, House had had enough interrogation for one day. First with Cuddy now with Wilson which meant there was nothing left to do but relent. Turning around to face his friend the older man tapped his cane on the ground a moment before the truth was told.

"Alright fine Jimmy, you really want to know what's going on? Why I'm leaving work in the middle of the day and why I look like I've been run through the ringer? I'll tell you. The truth of it is (sigh) Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital is no longer my place of employment. I've been sacked."

Hearing this made the hair on the back of Wilson's neck stand up as he tried to make sense of this news.

"What? Why?"

At this question House shrugged "Don't ask me talk to Robertson. He's the new dean of medicine chosen to replace Cuddy."

"This is outrageous. You're the best in your field he can't just fire you at the chop of a hat."

"He can and he did. Besides, I've got plenty of offers from tons of hospital administrators just dying to…(sigh) I'll be fine. Hey, you just look out for yourself there's no telling who'll be next."

Wilson couldn't believe what he was hearing. House never backed down from a fight that easily especially when it came to protecting his job. Now, after all that time was he actually giving up?

"I can't believe this."

"Well, believe it pal. There's nothing left to be done."

"How can you say that? After everything this hospital has meant to you over the years how can you just walk away?"

"One, it wasn't the hospital that had meaning it was Cuddy. Two, I am leaving here with the little dignity I have left. Three, you have some nerve talking to me like that when you know this is hard enough as it is."

Wilson couldn't argue with that. Its just, the thought of coming to work everyday and passing the diagnostics department and not seeing his friend sitting behind the desk bouncing his red and white ball made Wilson sick to his stomach.

"But, who'll be there to steal my food or share hospital gossip?"

This question brought a smile to House lips as the diagnostician responded with a somber tone to his voice.

"I'll make a conjugal visit every afternoon."

(Sorry for the short chapter. I wasn't sure if I was going to keep this story going but depending on the response from readers it could go on and on. So, what do you think? As always any feedback is appreciated. Thank you)