This is just one of the many series of Greg going crazy. Remember, each story will either be based off an esp. of House M.D. or made up all together.
As a side note... Forgive my many MANY typo errors, it is shocking but my first language IS English, I just have very bad grammer. So I'm in a need of a beta reader. Send me a note if you would like to help.
Read and Review is always welcomed.
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He did it again.....
House squeezed his fingers tightly around his cane, his brain for the first time. Was empty. He couldn't think, he couldn't try to understand. The only thing he could, was feel.
Pain.
His heart, it twisted and tore like someone was ripping it from his rib cage, was tearing it apart in front of his eyes. He really tried... this time he did. The shadows were his only company in his office, his back to his glass door. What was he going to do? What COULD he do? He knew this was going to happen but like an idiot he ignored it... and he hoped against it... and still it turned around and got him.
What was he going to do?
'Greg.'
Looking up, House's pain covered eyes met hers. In the break of his panic, after finding what he did that morning two days ago. His mental state had snapped. Like a dream, he began to see things and one thing he saw was another being. Another person, a women. She dressed like him, she held the same cold blue eyes like him. Her face was covered by her short choppy hair but he could still see her anger covered face.
'It will happen again.'
It was two days ago. He wished it wasn't true, he willed it to be wrong. But life had to out for him. Wilson and he were happy together. For three years they lived together, slept together, they basically had the best love life House could picture. He smiled more and was rude less and Wilson was always there. Sure they had their little fights and tiffs but they always made up.
That's why, when House found out what he did two days ago, it hurt him so bad, he started to lose his mind.
Wilson had left early for work, like he did every other day. Kissing House while he slept. But for some reason, House could not sleep. His leg had been acting up and laying in bed wasn't helping. A few pills taken, and still no dent was made. Taking his cane, House began to walk around their apartment, trying to relax the muscle out but to no relief. So in a crazy chance, he left the apartment to walk outside. It was a warm summer day, so he saw no harm in it.
Putting on a loose rock t-shirt and jeans with running shoes, he limped his way outside and began to walk, enjoying the silence of the early morning. His quick five minute walked turned into a twenty and he found himself sitting silently at a park, his back resting upon an empty bench. He watched joggers pass, judging them as they ran. It's what he does. All the while, he smiled to himself. He was finally happy. He was finally at peace with himself.
Then he saw them.
At first, House didn't notice. It was just a couple, a man and women holding hand like other couples do. But as they got closer, House heart stopped.
It was Wilson.
Wilson was holding a womens hand.
House was rooted to the spot, his eyes wide with shock. No... there had to be a reason. Maybe she was a cancer victim of his. Maybe she fell and he was helping her. But no... Wilson was holding her hand lightly, their fingers lace like lovers. She was pretty, blond and young, her free arm hugging his close, her rose covered cheek resting gently upon his shoulder. They walked along the side walk next to the pond that glanced at. Like there was nothing in the world that mattered.
House heard the crack in his heart when the women lifted her head, her pink lips a smile as she spoke, causing Wilson in a laugh and with pain covered eyes, House watched as his lover, his best friend, lowered his head and stole a kiss.
He sat a broken man, watching the one person he trusted, the one person he loved, the one person... who swore to never hurt him... finally stick a knife into his back and twist with every lingering second he staied in that kiss. They walked away after that, hand in hand, like nothing was amiss. Like normal...everyday...lovers. House couldn't breath, the pain all but forgotten, slowly being replaced by the numbness that spreaded. He was a fool... a damn fool.
'Kill him.'
He turned his head slowly and there, right next to him, he saw the women first. She wore the same baggy t-shirt. Same jeans and shoes. Her face was covered in rage, her eyes burned with hate. She looked to him, watching his expressionless face. 'Kill him.' She repeated and with a blink of an eye, she was gone. Leaving him once again... alone..
For two days, House tried to forget. Trying to remove that image from his head. But he couldn't. Everyday, Wilson got up early and told him about a department meeting, gave him a kiss on the cheek and left... and every night, Wilson would return and cook a meal, would sit and chatter with House and fall asleep next to him, holding his hand tightly again his face. Like he couldn't rest without House laying besides him.
He was a damn fool.
Cause only after seeing that day, House could tell. He saw every shed of proof that Wilson was cheating of him that he ignored before. Every time when House greeted him at work, Wilson looked flushed and worn out and House blamed it on the early morning meeting... Now he knew better. Now when Wilson walked by him, House could smell the scent of a female, the perfume that coated her skin when she pressed closed. He saw it all.
What was he going to do?
Wilson had left for home already... He stopped by House office and offered a ride but House only dismissed him, claiming he had some unfinished business to attended too. Wilson had accepted it, gave a wave and went on his way. Leaving House to sit, lost.
'Do it.'
He looked at her helplessly, his lips a frowned. "How?" He was hurt, he was in so much pain. He didn't know what to do! He hated what he had become! He hated that he thought Wilson would change for him, that he would stay faithful! House was pissed that he even PUT effort into their love only to have it back handed. "What do I do?"
She sat on his glass desk top, her arms crossed. She stared at him, quietly, angrily. Making him want to shout at her. She tilted her head slowly before looking to the picture frame that laid beside her. A picture of him and Wilson, taken on their first day of living together. He watched her close her eyes, her head slowly rolling to her right side before bowing forward, her hair slipping past her shoulders. She spoke, making Houses body jerk and stand.
"Destroy him."
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Wilson was cooking in the kitchen when House entered their apartment. The scent of meat, Wilson was going all out. He limped slowly to the door way, his eyes watching Wilson humming to himself at the stove, moving the chopped beef around in the pan. Tacos.... Looking away, He saw her sitting at the table. The table had plates and glasses out, a salad bowl settled neatly in the middle. He watch her reach out and touch the bowl, moving it to the edge of the table. His breath stilled when her eyes locked onto his own and with a dark smile on her lips, she shoved, sending the bowl off the table top and shattering on the floor.
Wilson jumped and spun around, his eyes wide. House was shocked, finding himself sitting at the table where she had been earlier, his arm stretched out. HE pushed the bowl off... How did she do that? "House?" Wilson asked shocked. Turning the shove off, he frowned and began to complain, waving his hand to the mess on the floor. But House couldn't hear the words. No, he just watched Wilson with his hands on his hips, his face flushed with outrage. Then he saw her again, she stepped out from behind Wilson, her eyes narrowed and glaring at him. Reaching up, House watched her fingers as she touched his shirt collar and pulled, letting Houses eyes see.. a patch of dark red skin... very small... but very noticeable to him.
His arm shot out again, this time wiping the plates and glasses to the floor, shattering against the marble. James jumped back and started at his lover in shock. "House! What is wrong with you?!"
"Get out..."
Wilson frowned, his face covered in confusion.
'Thats right. Play dumb.' House heard her whisper, watching her circle Wilson like a tiger to its pray. 'Act like we dont know.'
"What?" Wilson muttered, his hands rubbing the back of his neck. "Get.....Out." House repeated harder, growling through his clenched teeth. She stepped away from Wilson when he stepped forward, his eyes wide in questions... but he saw it. There was fear in those brown eyes.
'He knows.' She whispered to House, her body slowly sliding up behind him, her fingers gripping his shoulder, squeezing. Her breath hot and demanded when she hissed into his ear. 'Now...Kill him.'
"GET OUT!"
Wilson jumped back when House surged to his feet. With rage, House grabbed the edge of the table and flipped it, causing he glass that was already on the floor to spread out, knocking Wilson back into the counter. Wilson tried to talk, tried to reach out but House didn't have it. Moving forward, he grabbed Wilson outstreched arm and shoved, pushing him out from the kitchen into the living room.
She was sitting on the couch watching, glaring, 'Tell him House.' She called out
"You selfish, two timing bastard!" House cried, pushing Wilson into the couch, almost knocking him over. He watched his best friend regain his footing, watching his face drop and his body began to shake. "H-House its not what it looks like!"
"Call him on it!" Her voice rang out making him throw his cane aside, listening to the sickening crack it made again the wall and the sudden bliss when Wilson's face flinched.
"I saw it with my own two eyes. What? Were you getting bored? Was dating a cripple that bad? Was I not needy enough for you? Didn't take you very long to go back to your old ways and damn, I shouldn't even be surprised!"
Wilsons eyes teared up, his fingers curling into the couch. "I wanted to tell you!" He pleaded, his face begging for understanding. "It doesn't mean anything! She doesn't mean anything! It was a mistake and I'm sorry!"
'Lies' she whispered to his ear making his rage boil. 'If it meant nothing, then he would have stopped two days ago.'
"Well. Unlike your other wives Jimmy boy. I'm not giving you a second chance. You made your bed, now I'm going to make you fucking sleep in it, now Get out!"
Wilson tried to reason, tried to beg but House was not having it. With as much strength as he could have, with all the rage, the hurt, the pain he suffered, he shoved Wilson out the front door "House please!" Wilson cried, stumbling back up the two steps to the door. "Let me explain, please dont do this! I love you!"
'Lies....' She whispered again to him. 'Kill him House.' She touched his arm that held the door frame. He stood there, trembling, unshed tears in his own eyes. Wilson looked so pitiful. Standing outside his door, his face covered in tears and his body trembling with broken sobs and fear. Guilt. 'Kill him.' She muttered into his shoulder and together, they took a step back, letting Wilsons eyes brighten in hope that he would be let back.
"Everybody lies Wilson. Even you."
And together, they slammed the door, locking him out, listening with the sick satisfaction as Wilson sobbed and pounded at the door, his voice pleaing.
One step, then another. House moved away from the pounding of his door, his body trembling, his legs buckling under him letting him fall. Without his cane for support, he landed flat on his back, his body jerking in the laughter that left his throat. Threw his tears he laughed, threw the pain, he laughed. Hugging his stomach, he turned to his side and hugged himself, his muffled chuckled turning into quiet sobs. What will he do now?
Looking up, he found her, laying down next to him, her faced masked in the blank expression. Showing nothing... Slowly she gave a smile, reaching out, touching his stuble cheek, but he could not feel it. He was to numb to feel anything.
"What do I do?" He asked her.
'Tomorrow.' She began, a smile touching her face. 'Make him regret...everything.'