Summary: if you don't know its abuse is it still abuse?
Characters: OMC/Wilson pre-slash House/Wilson
Warning: Incest, boys kissing, drugs, abuse and kind of dark.
Spoilers: Histories
Disclaimer: Do Not Own House, MD.
A/N: Un-beta and I'm Dyslexic so spelling and grammar SUCK. Sorry about that. I got this plot idea when I was listening to Sick Puppies "Howard's Tale" so its kinda sick and twisted. Much love to all who dare to read.

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He smiled fondly of the memories but now turning black at the thought of the eldest Wilson brother, Jacob. Wilson shook his head returning to paperwork.

Half an hour later he left for lunch in the hospital. House joined him but he was to distracted to pay much attention to the rants and insults of Greg House. Even at one point when the conversation turned to abuse due to House's new case his thoughts fell onto the December days in the snow with his brothers now darkened by Jacobs shadows. He did wonder, when House said this, if you don't know its abuse is it still abuse? The question warranted an answer from him but Wilson didn't have one for that question.

He didn't eat much but House took most the food on his plate. For a second Wilson wondered if House even noticed that he wasn't paying attention to him but found he didn't care and stood up in mid rant. He made his way back via stairs.

Wilson made way to his office but before he could get there something caught his eye and he turned to see a man in a nice suit chatting up some nurse. The man had brown hair and brown eyes, a calming smile and white teeth, looked to be in good heath so Wilson passed him off as a visitor. That was until he heard the nurse.

"Thank you Mr. Wilson that's kind." She smiled sweetly.

"Jacob please," He placed his hands in his pockets, deep voice sounding warm in the cold air of the corridors in the hospital mid-December.

"Okay Jacob," The nurse looked up at the tall man. "So you're here to see Dr. Wilson?" She asked.

Wilson dropped the chart of some dying kid who would die before Christmas and it made a loud crash as metal met tile. Both nurse and long lost brother looked up at him along with most of the people who heard. The man smiled and made his way around the counters of the nurses' station.

"Jamie?" The name rang bells that had long ago been put away. "Hay little guy." The man gave a small smile. Wilson closed his eyes tightly then opened them again, his breath a little ragged. "Not gonna have a panic attack on me, are you Jamie?"

"I thought you were dead..." Wilson chocked out. "You were…" Jacob gave him a wink and sweet smile as he picked up the chart that Wilson dropped out of shock.

"Hay kid don't freak I'm right here right now." His brother had on that smile that he used when he got into trouble or hurt. His head tilted to one side he reached out and pulled the younger Wilson into a hug. "I'm here, alive and well brother." Wilson felt himself react and hugged back tightly.

Wilson felt a few tears fall away as his brother embraced him and he his brother. After a sew minutes Jacob pulled away and looked at his brother with sad eyes.

"Aren't you some department head with his own office?" The elder asked and the younger nodded. "Come on show me how grown up you really are." Jacob slung his arm around Wilson's shoulders.

"Okay…" He told his brother lightly. He couldn't believe that his brother was alive let alone here with him. The only thing he could think of to say on the way there was cut off by his brother.

"Wow got your name on the door and everything." Jacob smiled a rather large one this time that screamed proud. "You did much better then I had done." Jacob ran his fingers over the silver letters. "Father must be proud of you eh?"

"Yeah he is." Wilson felt only small guilt knowing that the father of the Wilson brothers had never encouraged or loved his eldest son. "But hay! Look at you." Wilson tried to smile. "Last time I saw you…you didn't look so good."

"Yeah, I'm doing a lot better then the last time." The pair only few steps inside the office, Jacob moved forward. "Jamie, listen. I don't expect you to forgive me for what I have done to myself." Jacob wasn't facing his brother. Wilson moved back against the door. "But I have missed you a lot." He turned.

"I've missed you too Jacob." Wilson couldn't find it in himself to be mad anymore. The rage died at first sight and may as well never have been born.

"Every day I wasted out there I..." Jacob turned around. "…I felt like I betrayed you Jamie." Wilson could here the sobs in his brother voice. "Everyday I was scared I wouldn't ever see you again and it got to hard. I cleaned myself up for you baby brother."

He took a few steps forward making it so that he was right up against Wilson. He leaned forward and kissed the younger on the forehead. Wilson flinched back, not meaning to but relaxed.

"I want to make it up to you brother." The smile flowed back into place.

"Jacob…how do I know…" Wilson was almost shaking now.

"I'll prove it to you. A year full on year I haven't touched the hard stuff, not even beer. I have a great job and I'm dating someone." He laughed a little himself.

"What kind of job Jacob? How do I know that your not sealing on the side?" Wilson tried to keep the hurt away but it was like keeping a rainstorm from happening. "You've said this all once." Wilson whispered; Jacob nodded.

"I'm a spokesmen for a Pharmaceutical company. Right now I just write it up and others go and give the speech but I'm clean I promise you." Jacob was almost begging for Wilson to believe that the darkness was gone. His brother grabbed his hand, pleading in silent voice.

"…I don't trust you Jacob." Wilson finely said shaking, tightly closed eyes. "Jacob the last time you were clean was when…before you got out of high school." Wilson shook his head wanting to think it was true and it was but he couldn't bring himself to trust the elder.

"Damn it James!" Jacob kicked at the trashcan making it hit the back wall. "I never said it was easy! Or that I haven't almost gone back but I haven't!" Jacob whispered but yet yelled, his hands went to his head rubbing with the heels. He took his slow deep breaths before moving back to Wilson, pressing his full body against him, hands on both sides of his head. "I did it all for you."

"Jac-" Wilson only got half the name out before the others mouth was on his. Wilson snapped his eyes closed, tears fell, and when Jacob tried to push into his mouth Wilson wouldn't let him. He pushed hard so that Jacob had to take a few steps back. "ob, Jacob." He panted out hoarsely. "I believe you okay! I just don't want to be disappointed again."

"Jamie I did it all for you, I wont disappoint you again." Before Jacob could take a step forward House came in through the sliding glasses door but stopped quickly and looked around before shrugging and sitting down.

Wilson's mind wondered darkly if House had seen anything but soon dismissed this due to the fact House would say something.

"Who is this Wilson?" House asked spinning his cane in one hand.

"House, umm," He moved passed Jacob to stand between his brother and the couch House had sat himself on. "Well, Jacob this is Dr. Gregory House. House this is my brother Jacob Wilson." Wilson smiled slightly at being able to say this to House.

"What?" House asked almost confused look that was also darkened a little.

"Jacob was…is my oldest brother." Jacob walked up next to him and put his arm around his brother shoulders. House eyed them closely and choose this time to change the subject completely.

"Still coming over tonight?" He asked a little blandly and started to play with his cane again still giving Jacob an angry look.

"I don't know House, I mean…" Wilson shrugged holding his hands out with it. "I don't know what Jacob has planed." He looked at his brother, knowing truly well what his brother wanted to do.

"Say why don't we just grab take out and the three of us hang for a bit." Jacob suggested with his trademark smile and shrug.

"Why not!" House stood abruptly. "Gives me a chance to meet and learn a bit about long lost Wilson brother." The anger House held for the man before him was starting to fall a few notches but there was still a glare.

"Well then Jamie, think we have a plan but sadly I have to go for a little bit. Reasons why I am here, but I'll be back in about 3 house and seeing as it's just been lunch time you'll still be here?" Wilson nodded. "Dr. House do you mind giving me a second with my baby brother? Just need to talk to him about stuff without having other parties in here." The business like smile held well for Jacob's smooth face and prefect teeth.

"Right," House stood and eye balled him before leaving through the glass door again. Jacob turned to his baby brother with a questioning look.

"He's my best friend," Wilson shrugged feeling like he was 10 again.

"And a lover?" Now it was Jacob who held anger in his gaze.

"No…it's not like that Jacob!" Wilson tried to defend himself and his friend.

"But you want it to be don't you? Don't lie." Jacob held the youngest gaze before Wilson nodded.

"Yes," He squeaked out looking down. Jacob lifted his chin so that their eyes met. Wilson was afraid it would be that look of protective brother there.

"He'd better not ever hurt you…" The elder said before leaning down and kissing his brother once more on the lips but this time didn't force himself through. "I'll talk to him." Became the last thing said to Wilson before his brother left. The rush of panic came quickly after.