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House sighed. "Wilson, my dad's dead."

"My sympathies," I replied. Closing the door to his office.

We went to our cars, separately House was annoyed at me for making him go to John's funeral, but he needs to go. But I think that there is more to House's reluctance than simple father-son disagreement. We ended up some at dinner outside Princeton. I hadn't seen House in almost two months. I'd missed him, I'd miss this. "So how had you've been?" I asked over fries.

He shrugs uncomfortably. "Fine."

"Okay," But I am still worried about him. This was so obviously hard on him. I know that their relationship had been strained. "House, what happened when your twelve?" I ventured out loud.

House frozen. "Don't push it, Wilson." I back away. You have your chance, Jamey. My subconscious said that much, in House's voice nonetheless. We finish our food and head out. "Can I come with you, in your apartment?"

"Well, you have to admit to something first, you missed me," House said. "And also you were in love with me." I was frozen. "Before I let you in, Wilson.

"Why are you asking, House," I asked, I stuttered the following words.

"Just answer, Wilson." House hissed. "Because It isn't 'bout the drugs last year, Wilson, it was true for me. And thinking about it, even before Stacy." He said this in an even tone of voice.

If I tell him he was right and it turned out to be a game I could lose him. but if I didn't tell the truth then I will lose him. So I asked him "House, are you kidding me?" House frowned, "Okay, Wilson, I am Bisexual. And I know if someone is queer, too, you moron! That is why I am asking you, I know you have been searching. My PI had seen you in a gay bar." I've forgotten about the PI. "Yes, I'm gay, House, okay, after Amber I am figuring things out," I said shaking slightly.

So he lets me in. I realized I hadn't been in House's apartment in ages. "You were guilty, for making me do the DBES." House surmised. I stared at him.

"Yes, I am," I said quietly. "So how have you been?"

House seems to since I am being sincere about it and said. "I've been crappy, I miss you, Wilson."

I sat next to him on the couch. After a while he was seated on the piano playing and singing slightly, he was playing a song by Cat Stevens and then he frowned and played a country song by Kenny Rogers, and then he played a lesser known Lennon song Working Class Hero this made me stop because he was singing it loudly. The message of that song is very telling of his emotions toward John House. He kept playing that song on loop for three more times, then he spoke out. "He abused me, physically." House was quiet. I had known and suspected.

"Is that all of it, House?" He looked shaken up. But I want/need to know. He stayed close off a while longer I was worried that he is closing off completely, He popped a Vicodin in his mouth and wait for it to kick in after a few minutes. "Wilson, I can't do this today, I am sorry."

I frowned, I wished I could help him, Oh well I know, I asked him a question. "House, what are you going to say at the eulogy?" I asked while he was playing the song he composes with that guy who is a savant two years ago, he looked up at me and stopped playing.

"It doesn't matter, because he is gone." House sighed. "Goodnight, Wilson, see you tomorrow." "No!" I said, wanting to be here with him. "House, I want to help you." He reaches towards me

"You can help me in bed!" He said with a suggestive lear.

"No, House, your feeling vulnerable today, Will do the whole thing when you're ready," I said and saw the irritation in his eyes, I looked away and when I saw his face again he looked resigned.

"Can you sleep with me in bed?" He asked with a sigh. I saw the vulnerability in that face.

How could I reset his face and his eyes the most beautiful set's of blue ever? "Yes."

GH/JW

He woke up with me in the middle of the night trashing his bed. "Get the hell away from me!" He screamed.

"God, House, are you okay?" He didn't respond, I turn the light on. House's eyes ware seeing a different time period with a different man. He was dreaming. "God, House." "Okay, House, you're fine, it's me, Wilson, you're in your bedroom." God, I wish what I was thinking was wrong after a long whole of silence which House compose himself. "I know… that I want to give you time but House, I just want to know one thing, am I hurting you?" I asked as gently as possible.

"No, but, you asked me earlier in the car why I hated my dad so much, here is why he'd molested me as when I was twelve to fourteen. " House was visibly shaking now. "He'd abuse me physically as well." He stopped unable to speak. When he spoke again he was on the verge on a breakdown. "He would put me in an ice bath and beat me, he'd burnt my books and stuff and drag me outside in the yard."

"Can I hug you?" I asked him he was startled by my words but scout over to where I was. And put my arms around his shoulders. "House, I said in a whisper. " Can I stay with you?"

"I need to ask you something, Wilson?" He almost begs me. I nodded at him. "If you are in love with me, why to leave me, why say those hurtful shit?" The last few words ware spoken in a lost little boy voice.

I sighed, and use his first name to emphasize the significance of my words, "Greg, after Amber died I needed to think and I almost killed you, I am the one that is screwed up, you know."

He laughs at me and his face turn strain and spoke. "James, He said matching my tone. "If this doesn't work out, then, will stay friends, okay, because I can't do this if I am risking everything."

"Okay!" Oh, God, please make this work. I need you to make this work for his benefit." That was my last thought before falling back asleep.

End of Chapter One