Author's Note: Okay fellow readers, this is my 3rd attempt to get a House fanfic going without getting royally bashed by some perfectionist writers/readers in reviews okay? Just a few things before you read:

1. I own nothing that you recognize(house characters, setting and what not)

2. this story takes place a year after the episode of 'Histories'

3. My spelling and grammar skills are terrible, so please bare with me

4. I am not good with medical terminology, but I will try my best, be ware of that though

5. Enjoy this story. and please review, I think this idea is intriguing, and that is why I wanted to do a fan fiction on it, okay?

- Peanut

Ending Conversation of 'Histories'

Wilson: Oh. You followed me?

House: No. You were wearing rain boots today, but you were parked in the underground garage, so the only reason, you'd need boots was if you were hitting the streets... I followed you.

Wilson: Didn't we have a conversation about friendship?

House: Yea. I had some follow up questions. I've met your parents, and your brother -

Wilson: I have two brothers.

House: Why wouldn't you tell me -

Wilson: It was irrelevant.

House: Why not?

Wilson: Because he's not in my life anymore.

House: Well, that's relevant.

Wilson: This was the last place I saw him, nine years ago. I don't even know if he's alive.

Chapter 1: 10th Anniversary

He was sitting in his office chair reviewing the progress of his current patient. His hair was slightly hanging over his eyes, as they scanned the contents of the chart infront of him. The expression on his face was a mix of zoning out and melancholy. Though this patient was going to make a full recovery, other things were bothering him.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

He glanced up from his work to see his long time best friend peering through the door, then commencing with inviting himself in.

"Long time no see, Jimmy - ole - boy" James was greeted by Gregory House. Greg sat down in the chair on the opposite side of the desk.

"Hiding from Cuddy?" He asked, knowing full well what his friend was up too.

"O my god, your psychic!" Greg smirked.

"Yea, well you know, that's my second job" James returned the smirk. Happy to get away from his troubles for a moment.

"Let's get lunch" Greg suggested as he slide his hand into his pocket, fishing for his precious bottle of pain killers.

"I'm not really hungry today, House" James sighed. Greg produced the bottle of Vicodin from his pocket as James spoke.

"Are you really not hungry? Or do you just not want to be stuck with the bill?" He asked as he pried the bottle open and popped a small white pill into the back of his mouth, swallowing it.

"Both" James said closing the file infront of him then looked at Greg again who had nonchalantly put the bottle back into it's respective place.

"Your no fun today, What's going on?" Greg had noticed the general melancholy mood he was in. James looked down, not in the mood to actually talk.

"Is it a patient?" Greg pried more. James let out a deep sigh, nodding his head slightly, lying.

"You get too emotional, Wilson, It's just one patient, you don't even know them!" Greg stated. James looked up to make eye contact with Greg for the first time since they started talking.

"It's better then not caring at all!" He snapped. Greg stared at him, shocked at the tone, the venom in the voice, blinking blankly at James. He was shocked by the tone, and he had actually been rendered speechless for once. Something that happened once in a blue moon.

"What's your problem?" He asked finally, matching James's irritated tone from before.

"I'm just having a bad day..." James mumbled, looking at his desk again.

"Let's get a drink then" Greg said, grabbing his cane. James looked at him in confusion, his friend stood up and half turned towards the door. James raised his eyebrows, in surprise, he was serious about this.

"It's only noon, House! We can't just leave!" James argued.

"And you can't be expected to work properly in this state" Greg retorted.

"I...i...i..." James couldn't come up with a good reply. Instead he just sighed, placing his hand on the back of his neck, rubbing it.

"I guess 1 won't hurt..." He rationalized with himself, giving into Greg's request.

"That's the spirit!" Greg said limping towards the door happily. James followed, quickly getting in-step with Greg.

Their favorite back was only 2 blocks away from the hospital.

The two friends stepped into the bar after 10 minutes of walking there, and sauntered to the counter, taking a seat side by side.

"What can I getcha two?" Joe, the bartender asked.

"The usual" Greg chirped.

"Same as him" James answered quietly.

"It must be one hell of a problem for you to get what I usually do" Greg inquired. James stayed silent. Joe came back with their drinks and handed them to the men.

"Giving me the silent treatment now?" Greg asked after a few moments had passed. James just stared at the counter top, nursing his drink. A few more minutes had passed in silence as the men drank their hard liquor.

Getting fed up with the awkward silence, Greg finally broke the ice again. "Wilson, I haven't seen you in this bad of a mood since you and Julie got divorced!" He said in a more sarcastic tone then he had intended. James didn't respond.

"Are you going to be this way the rest of the day?" Greg was trying to get him to talk, but was failing miserably. He was now determined to find out why Wilson was acting this way.

"I'm sorry..." James apologized.

"Don't be sorry, just tell me what's going on!" Greg said, with slight irritation laced in his tone.

"It's the 10th anniversary since I last saw or heard from my brother..." James finally confessed.

"The one you said isn't apart of your life anymore?" Greg asked. James nodded somberly.

"If he isn't apart of your life anymore, why are you acting like this? It's obvious you still think about him" Greg stated.

"I've been trying to forget, House. But not knowing about him for the last 10 years is eating away." He replied.

"Then hire a private detective or something to find out." Greg suggested.