Tuesday-

Wilson was sitting in his car with the radio on looking at House's apartment. It had been a couple of weeks since the whole Tritter vs House trial and they were friends again, but he still hadn't been in House's apartment since he found him overdosed on oxycodone. Wilson looked away as the image flashed in his head. He felt angry at House for what he had done and at the same time guilty for having not been there sooner. Wilson bounced his head on the steering wheel. How many time had he done this now, sitting in his car watching House's apartment and then chickened out and left. The first two time he had actually made plans with House but then just canceled, and the last four times he planned on just stopping by unexpectedly so that he wouldn't have to hear the disappointment in House's voice if he lost his courage.

Wilson looked back at the apartment and saw someone tall coming out. His heart raced for a moment afraid it would be House, but then he let out a sigh when he didn't see the gait of his friends steps. Wilson watched as the man walked down the couple of steps and then he stopped breathing, no... he had to have been wrong. But just as he had reassured himself the man walked to a car and the light was on his face again. There was no mistaking it, it was Tritter. Wilson swallowed as he saw the man who had caused him to lose so much and almost locked up his best friend get in his car and drive off.

Suddenly he wasn't afraid of going in House's apartment, because a new fear was overriding it. What was Tritter doing there and what did it mean for both him and House. Wilson got out of his car and walked the steps he had walked thousands of times before. He knocked and heard some shuffling he waited for a couple of minutes and knocked again since House still hadn't come to the door.

"Hold your fucking horses, I'm a cripple here." House yelled as he finally started making his way to the door. He opened it and was surprised to see Wilson. "Hey," House said as he looked around Wilson into the hall and then walked back into his apartment.

"Hey, I just thought I would stop by, you know, since they are showing that Monster Truck MASH tonight." Wilson said as he walked in behind House and closed the door. He had noticed House looking in the hall and that as he walked he seemed to be leaning more on the cane.

House walked into the kitchen, "Yeah, sounds awesome," House said opening the refrigerator. "You want a beer?" He asked.

"Sure," Wilson answered, things were good between them, but to be honest they weren't really the same. Ever since the Tritter trial House had been nicer to Wilson, probably because of how mad Wilson had gotten. In some ways Wilson had to say that this change had it's perks, but at the same time it just never felt quiet as comfortable as it had. Wilson made his way to his usual spot and sat down.

House dragged in the living room and handed Wilson a beer then sat down with a tired thud. He tried to keep his face neutral as the pain only increased. He was glad to see Wilson back at his place just like he was now, but not tonight. He was tired and beat, but since this was the first time Wilson had actually been to his place since... that night. House closed his eyes as he tried to push the image out of his mind.

"House, you okay?" Wilson asked surprised that House still hadn't opened his bottle.

"It's just been a long day," House said twisting the top off of his beer and then taking a long sip.

Wilson nodded in agreement and took a sip of beer too.

House started flipping the channels, "Have you eaten, because I was just trying to decide between pizza and Chinese before you stopped by, it's on me." He said stopping as he found the right program. He was hoping that somehow he could show Wilson that he was worth being friends with again, and figured getting Wilson a meal to help repay for all the ones Wilson had bought in the past was a start.

Wilson frowned, he wasn't sure if this was House just trying to make amends or if House knew something worse was about to happen and was trying to get an early start on making amends for it. "What's the occasion?" He asked watching House closely.

House shrugged, "Nothing, I was hungry and you always buy, so I thought I'd get it this time."

Wilson didn't notice anything out of place about House's behavior, "Chinese sounds great." He said giving a small smile as he saw House call in the order.

They both watched as the Trucks ran around the track jumping and crushing cars and when the food came House didn't even try to steal any of Wilson's food. He actually offered for Wilson to try his. They laughed and had a couple more beers as they watched Monster Trucks.

It was almost nine before House finally broke down and took two vicoden. He had been hoping to wait until Wilson left but he was in too much pain to make it any longer without it starting to show. He tried to be inconspicuous but realized he had failed when he glanced over to see Wilson watching him. House swallowed the pills and looked away from Wilson and back to the TV.

"After all the trouble those things have caused you, I can't believe you are still taking them," Wilson said not looking away from House.

House let out a deep breath, "I wouldn't if I could stop." He said hoping Wilson would drop it.

"Don't lie House, you could if you really wanted to, I'd even help if you were serious about it," Wilson said once again feeling a bit of anger about all that had happened, and how much his friends addiction had cost him. Then his mind went to Tritter and why he had been here.

House thought of a lot of things to say, but decided he wasn't going to argue with Wilson especially about this the first night he had come over.

Wilson looked back at the game waiting for a quick witted remark or some excuse to come from his friend, but when the commercial break came on ten minutes later he looked back at House surprised he hadn't retorted. He noticed that House looked a little pale and there was a grimace of pain on his face for a moment before House noticed him watching and put on a neutral face. Wilson felt a pull of guilt that House felt he had to mask his pain. "It's hurting bad tonight isn't it?" He asked somberly.

House let out a dreadful sigh and nodded, hoping Wilson would leave it at that.

Wilson got up and grabbed two beers then came back in the living room and handed one of them to House.

House looked up at him and nodded, "Thanks," he said and opened it.

"You're welcome House," Wilson said and put his hand on House's back. House jerked slightly as a hiss of pain through his teeth escaped his lips. Wilson froze, "House, what's wrong with your back?"

House looked down, "Nothing to worry about, now sit down before the commercials are over."

Wilson could see House's muscles tighten, "Fine if it's nothing to worry about then you wont mind me looking." He said still standing and staring down House.

House swallowed as he looked back up at Wilson, "You don't have to, I'm fine, really."

Wilson could tell by something in House's eyes that this was going to be bad, "I'd rather look, you know me. I won't stop worrying until I do, and you said yourself it wasn't bad." Wilson said knowing that challenging House's words was one of the only ways to get him to do what you wanted.

House put down his beer and took off his shirt then stared at the TV. Wilson looked in horror at the dark bruises and cuts that littered House's whole back. "What the hell happened to you?" He asked just now noticing that House wasn't looking at him anymore.

House sighed, "Like I said it's nothing to worry about, lets just have a good time and watch some monster trucks."

Wilson wasn't going to let this go and walked in front of the TV and turned it off then stood in front of House. He saw some more bruises on House's chest. "Strip down to you underwear," Wilson commanded.

House blinked at him as if he were crazy, "What? Why?"

Wilson rolled his eyes, "Because I want to see if there is more and if I ask you, you'll just lie." He knew House long enough to know that even though he was honest about most things, he wouldn't be honest about this.

House stood up and put a hand on Wilson's shoulder, "Wilson, it's okay... really. There's no need to do this I'm fine."

Wilson felt his stomach churn, there was more or House wouldn't be saying that, "Take off the rest of your clothes or I will."

House propped his cane on the couch and looked at the ground as he took off his belt, the unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. He stood there for a moment then sighed and pushed them down.

Wilson gasped, "Who... who did this?" he asked as he saw the dark bruises went all the way down to his knees.

House pulled his pants back up, then pulled on his shirt, "I can't tell you. You're better off not knowing." He hated to keep something from Wilson, but he had been selfish before and it had almost cost him their friendship.

"It was Tritter, wasn't it?" Wilson said with a furry in his eyes.

House stared at him in shock, "How... how, did you know? Did he tell you?" He asked as his heart pounded in his chest and panic rose.

"I saw him leave, and what do you mean by 'did he tell me', why would he tell me?" Wilson said looking at House with intensity.

"No reason," House said looking away, "just forget about this okay? It looks worse than it is."

Wilson couldn't believe what House was saying. Tritter was beating the crap out of him and House was acting like it was nothing, "No, I'm not going to for forget this! You need to start talking otherwise I'm calling the police right now."

House rolled his eyes, "Yeah, let's call the cops. I wonder why I didn't think of that... oh yeah, because it's a cop that's doing it." He said sarcastically.

Wilson put his hands on his hips, "Fine then I'll go and ask Tritter, since for some reason you seem to think he'll tell me."

House stood up, "Wilson, don't," he said with panic.

"Then start talking, and you better not lie to me House, because if I find out you're lying to me our friendship is over." Wilson said the conviction.

House swallowed, "He found out how much you mean to me," he said as he watched Wilson.

Wilson looked confused, "Okay and what's that got to do with this."

House sat down, this wasn't going to be easy, "Didn't you wonder why I didn't fight him harder when he started coming after me about the vicodin? Or why he targeted you, when he was after me?"

Wilson was getting more and more confused as he looked at House who was giving him a look like he should understand, "I don't get what it is you are trying to tell me. House one of the only good traits about you is that you are direct, you don't pussy foot around so just tell me already."

"I love you," House said as he looked at Wilson and his heart paced faster.

"Yeah, I get that, we are best friends, I love you too," Wilson said looking at him.

House stared at him with a intensity Wilson had never seen before, "I love you," House said softer.

Wilson nodded, "Okay," he said as he looked in House's eyes, and then it hit him, "wait... how... you mean you..." he couldn't finish his sentence.

House closed his eyes for a second and stood up looking into Wilson's eyes, "Wilson, I love you," he said in a deep whisper.

Wilson took a step back without even thinking about it, "Is this some kind of sick joke?"

House shook his head and sat back down on the couch. The way Wilson had moved away made his heart ache.

Wilson suddenly felt very aware of his movements and closeness to House. He couldn't help as his mind whirled about every time they had hugged, or touched, or the times he slept over. Wilson felt the need to run, but fought it, "How did he find out? When did this all start?" he asked as he tried to keep his voice even.

House stared at the ground, "I don't know exactly. I just know it's how I feel."

"Not about that!" Wilson yelled, "I'm talking about with you and Tritter! I want to know how he found out, and what he's been doing."

House didn't even attempt to look up at Wilson, it hurt too much, "He... he raped and beat me after he brought me in, then when he came back in I was asleep and I must have said something in a dream. He kicked me and when I woke up he told me knew I was in love with you. He said that if I caused any trouble for him he would tell you. Then later... he... he came by here and said that..." House closed his eyes and tried to calm his breathing, "That if I didn't let him fuck me and beat me, he would tell you. You're my best friend Wilson, I didn't want to ruin that." House said looking up with pleading eyes.

Wilson's emotions were wild, he felt horrible for what House had endured, betrayed that he hadn't told him how he felt or about what had been going on, he felt angry because House felt the way he did since he had done nothing to inspire them, and mad at himself for not realizing something darker was going on by the way House acted about Tritter. Wilson sat down on the couch beside House and put a gentle hand on his back. "It's okay, I'll just let him know that I already know and he'll back off."

House looked at him with awe, "You would do that for me?" he asked softly.

Wilson smiled sadly, "Of course I would House, I care about you."

House felt his heart warm, Wilson cared about him. His hand cupped Wilson's jaw as he pressed his lips to Wilson's.

Wilson pulled away as soon as it hit him what was happening and he punched House hard. House landed on the ground, "Get off me," Wilson yelled and continued to punch House.

House laid there taking hit after hit, his heart breaking a little more each time. When he finally noticed it stopped he looked at the ground.

Wilson stopped and looked at his hands, there was blood on them. He didn't even remember when he started hitting House. Wilson stood up and looked down at House who was staring at the ground now with a bloody lip, nose and eye. "Oh god, House... I'm so sorry. I... I don't know what got into me."

House didn't move, his only response what that he closed his eyes tightly to keep the tears from leaking out.

"House..." Wilson said with guilt, "I'm sorry, I must have freaked out."

"It's okay," House said softly.

Wilson swallowed a lump in his throat, "I didn't even know that you were gay, why didn't you tell me?"

House rolled on his back and looked up at the ceiling, "I'm not, I'm and equal opportunity employer," he said feeling a cold numbness.

Wilson frowned, "Why did you let him do that to you, why didn't you just tell me!"

"I was afraid you'd get mad, or not want to be friends anymore," House said honestly looking at Wilson.

Wilson looked away, he wasn't sure he did want to be friends anymore. He wasn't sure he could. Wilson started to walk away.

House grabbed his leg, "Wilson please..."

Wilson cut off his sentence by kicking him in the head then all over his body, "What did I tell you, you fucking fagot, don't touch me!" Wilson yelled. When he finally realized what he was doing he stopped.

House was shaking but still hadn't let a sound escape his lips. House waited for Wilson to leave but he didn't he just stood there staring at him, after five minutes he couldn't take it anymore, he knew he was about to start sobbing and couldn't bare for Wilson to see that. "I think you should go, now," He said between ragged breaths.

Wilson nodded and walked to the door, he looked back at his best friend who now was trembling on the floor hardly able to catch his breath. He felt like it was wrong to leave and at the same time that it was wrong to stay after what he'd done. He opened the door and pressed in the lock button on the door knob so no one would just walk in on House. Then he left and walked outside, Wilson looked at his car then frowned, he had to make sure House was okay, so he walked to the window and peeked in. He saw House body shaking harder and when House turned his head it became apparent why.

Wilson ran to his car and got in. He tried to swallow the lump in his throat as tears started to fall. House had been crying... and it was his fault. Wilson had never seen him actually cry, the most he'd ever witnessed was a couple of tears when the pain was too bad and the look on House's face let him know that this wasn't about the physical pain. The heartbreak on House's features made Wilson feel sick to his stomach at what he'd done to his friend. What the hell was wrong with him, he wasn't a usually violent person, and why had House just taken it. Wilson knew for a fact that House was strong, stronger than he had ever been so why did he just lay there. An eerie feeling took over Wilson, it was something that he had always thought in the back of his mind but had never asked about. The reason he never asked was because, for one House probably wouldn't answer, and second he wasn't sure he could handle hearing the answer. He quickly opened his car door and puked, then drove off.

House hadn't made it long after Wilson closed the door. His breaths became more ragged and soon he felt the odd feeling of hot tears running down his face while his body shook hard. He really wished the pain of it all would just kill him, because he didn't wont to live anymore. Wilson hated him, and somehow House cried even harder at that idea. Wilson hadn't just hurt him just emotionally, (yeah that's right House had emotions) but physically as well. Wilson was one of the few people in House's life who hadn't ever hurt him physically until now. House crawled to the bed and pulled down a pillow, he didn't deserve the comfort of the bed, he'd opened his mouth and ruined the best thing he ever had.