Okay guys this links in with, Can't bring myself to hate you as i'd like, another piece I have written. So if you're desperate to know what's written on the paper to Wilson ( simply House writing down his raw thoughts and feelings about Wilson and things surrounding season seven finale and so forth), then you need to read that first or after this, doesn't matter which way you choose to do it. Oh and I don't think you'll necessarily need to read the other one for this to make sense, (as will be revealed in the next chapter) so whatever you choose to do enjoy! And please review!

Leave a tender moment alone

House is sitting on the jail floor staring absentmindedly into space. Next to him is his suit jacket, bottle of vicodin, his cane, two pieces of paper, a pen and two envelopes.

Wilson enters

Wilson: 'We have to stop meeting like this.'

House: 'Of all the slammers, in all the towns, in all the world, he walks into mine.'

Wilson places his hands on his waist and walks closer to the jail bars. He doesn't look impressed.

House: 'Oh I'm sorry Wilson, I thought we were having an overused phrases and quotes competition.'

Wilson: 'In that case, I must ask, when they dragged your ass back from Hawaii which one of them said 'book em danno'?'

House smiles and begins to stare at Wilson. The smile soon fades and he is all of a sudden serious looking.

House: 'How did you know? I told them not to...'

Wilson: 'And that's why I told them if they found you to make sure that I was the first person that they called, even if you told them not to.'

House nods his head and there is an awkward silence until Wilson starts to speak.

Wilson: 'What the hell happened House?'

House: 'I finally did what you told me to do Jimmy, you should be happy. I'm listening to you for a change.'

Wilson: 'Funny, I don't remember telling you to play Russian roulette with six people's lives.'

House: 'Well I was only technically aiming the hypothetical gun at one person.'

Wilson: 'Oh well then! Why didn't you say this sooner! That makes everything okay, all is forgiven!'

Wilson paces to the other side of the room, then back again. He takes his jacket off, sits on the bench with his legs stretched out, loosens his tie and runs his fingers through his hair.

House: 'You don't look good; in fact you look like shit.'

Wilson: 'Oh I'm sorry. I will remember to shower, shave and wear a three piece suit the next time I visit you...in prison...'

Wilson straightens his tie back up. He doesn't catch House smirk at this action. Instead he continues talking.

Wilson: 'I haven't slept much. The police haven't been the only ones scouring the country looking for you, you know. Predictable phrase or not I was literally worried sick.'

House stands up slowly and grabs his cane. He walks to the back wall of his prison cell and stands for a moment before swinging round. He is clearly agitated.

House: 'Damn it Wilson! Why do you to this?'

Wilson: 'Excuse me?'

House: 'Why don't you just give up on me, I drove a car through my ex girlfriends House and injured you in the process! What will it take for you to just see me for what I am and stay the hell away from me!'

Wilson looks at him for a moment, clearly thinking about what he is saying. His face curls into a smile...

Wilson: 'You'll not get rid of me that easily. Man I'm on fire today with this phrase competition aren't I?'

Despite himself House smiles and sits back down on the floor. He rests his head against the wall and closes his eyes.

Wilson: 'So when I told you to let it all out and you aimed for the House with Cuddy inside and tore it to pieces, was that some type of clever symbolism?'

House: 'What?'

Wilson: 'You know like, hey I'm called House...she lives inside a House ...I can't tell her that she has destroyed me but I can do it symbolically by destroying her house...that'll teach the bitch and stop me having to use my words like a big boy.'

House: 'Ohhhhh I see. You mean like I'm the house and she's living inside of it, which symbolically is my heart and the car is our doomed love affair, which ends up tearing the house to pieces?'

Wilson: 'Exactly'

House: 'No but nice try'

House looks down at the piece of paper and then at Wilson as if he is debating something in his mind. He notices Wilson has focused in on the paper now so he turns it face down and continues talking.

House: 'So what where you?'

Wilson: 'What do you mean?'

House: 'Well what did you think you where in this little master analogy you've concocted?'

Wilson: 'Nothing'

House: 'I thought you would say that, after all it's all about me and Cuddy right?'

There's confusion in Wilson's face as he looks at House. House finally breaks the eye contact. He reaches for the piece of paper, hesitates a moment and then grabs it and quickly stuffs it into the envelope and licks the seal. He repeats the process with another letter. He then gets up and hands them to Wilson.

Wilson: 'Something you want me to give to Lisa for you?'

House laughs out loud for a moment. Wilson begins to look confused again but says nothing.

House: 'Half right Wilson. There's one for you and one for her, don't get them mixed up whatever you do.'

Wilson places Cuddy's in his suit jacket and keeps his in his hands.

House: 'NO Wilson, don't open that here, open it later. When you're alone.'

Wilson: 'You're starting to worry me House.'

House: 'I'm only just starting to worry you?'

Wilson stares at House with a glint of fear in his eyes and House decides to try and soothe him a little.

House: 'Look...it's just...there's things in them that you both need to know, things I don't feel comfortable saying to your faces or out loud even... so... so stop acting like a girl and put it into your suit jacket, there can't be long left in your visiting time anyway.'

Wilson obeys and then sits back down on the bench. He waits a minute and then speaks.

Wilson. 'You think you're going down for this don't you?'

House: 'No Wilson, I know I'm going down for this.'

House leans his head against the wall again and closes his eyes.

Wilson: 'OH... MY... GOD!'

House: 'What!'

House looks to see if Wilson has opened his letter but he hasn't.

Wilson: 'What if you get the Chair!'

House relaxes back into the wall and begins to playfully berate his friend.

House: 'Jackass. I'm glad you find the prospect of me getting jailed up with a lot of criminals amusing.'

Wilson: 'You'll love prison House, you be like a kid in a candy store, it's a conveyor belt of fucked up enigmas for you to try and work out. Though just remember not to bend down in the shower.'

Wilson looks at his friend expecting to see a smile on his face for the predictable phrase and for the shower joke but it doesn't appear. Instead House looks angry. Wilson decides to try and change the subject back to what happened.

Wilson: 'If I drove a car into the House of every woman that I've screwed over or has screwed me over there'd...'

House: 'Not be a house left in the New Jersey area?'

Wilson gives House his 'I hate you but I don't really' look.

Wilson: 'Something like that, though I feel you get my deeper meaning, without me having to actually say it.'

House: 'Oh the moral being when someone hurts you, you should take it quietly and calmy and like a man. You shouldn't lose it, see red and I dunno, break an antique mirror and start a bar fight over a billy joel song?'

House takes out a harmonica from his pocket and begins to sing some of Leave a tender moment alone. Wilson just stares at him incredulously, pinches the bridge of his nose and sits back down on the bench, letting House indulge in this action.

Even though I'm in love,

Sometimes I get so afraid,

I'll say something so wrong,

Just to have something to say,

I know the moment isn't right,

To tell the girl a comical line,

To keep the conversation light,

I guess I'm just frightened out of my mind,

But if that's how I feel,

Then it's the best feeling i've ever known,

It's undeniably real,

Leave a tender moment alone,

Yes I know I'm in love,

But just when I ought to relax,

I put my foot in my mouth,

Cause I'm just avoiding the facts...

House stops the song abruptly and begins to speak.

House: 'The moral of my story is we all get a little crazy when we think someone we love has hurt us, so cut a guy some God damn slack!'

Wilson walks towards House and grips the bars. He presses his head close to the cool steel.

Wilson: 'You would sing it when there are bars between us to stop me killing you...touché House...touché.'

House stands up and walks towards Wilson. He is suddenly serious again and Wilson becomes agitated at the change in his countenance. Only the bars now separate them.

House: 'James... I need to tell you that... that I...lo...'

Policeman: 'Dr Wilson that's time up.'

Wilson: 'Please, one more minute officer.'

Policeman: 'One more minute Doctor but that's it.'

Wilson waits till the Policeman exits the room and then turns back to his friend.

Wilson: 'What is it Greg?'

House stares at him for a moment; he lifts his hand up slightly and then places it back at his side. He speaks but his voice is soft and forced.

House: 'Just remember, the heart wants what the heart wants.'

Wilson smiles at the over used phrase House has just said, not realising the double meaning.

Wilson: 'You always have to win don't you. Goodnight House'

Wilson picks up his jacket containing the letters and walks to the door. House calls to him in barely a whisper.

House: 'Goodbye Wilson.'