So I am finally satisfied with my first three chapters to my sequel to "The Decline of Two Doctors or The Family Man"...if you haven't read this fic yet I would suggest doing so because it will make this story make much more sense. Hopefully I didn't take so long that those of who have read the first one have already forgotten about it. Sorry it took so long for me to post this, it took me three rewrites to be satisfied with what you see here. Hopefully you find it to b an okay read as well....please let me know what you think so far! If too many people don't like the idea then I probably won't continue with it.

Oh and disclaimer says : I don't own any of the House MD characters or cast, which is sad for me. Also any of the 'name-brands' that appear anywhere in this fic are not mine either. The closest I come to owning any of these is having some in my poorly stocked cupboards.

"You're sure it worked?" Wilson stood starting at Foreman incredulously. "And no side effects?"

Foreman smiled widely. "You doubt my skills as a surgeon? I'm honestly surprised the doctors at Princeton General didn't catch this sooner. We could have had it fixed months ago."

"It's not that it's just…so hard to believe after all we've been though. Can I go see him?"

"He's waiting in recovery. He's been asking for you."

Wilson wiped a tear from his eye as he thanked Foreman and hurried into the recovery room. "Hey buddy."

"Mine Wilson." House smiled groggily.

"How's it feel to have your legs back pal?" Wilson felt his eyes tearing up again. He sat down on the edge of the bed and leaned over to give his friend a hug.

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"I need a vacation." Wilson sighed, kicking his feet up onto his desk. He was trying to do paper work and keep an eye on an overenthusiastic House who sat tossing farm animal shaped puzzle pieces across his office. The office was littered with toys, crayons, and half empty juice boxes. Wilson hadn't had the courage to try to hire another babysitter as of yet so what was once a very professional looking space now resembled a makeshift daycare.

"Pig, cow, duck, sheep." House recited as the brightly colored shapes flew through the air and hit the side of the desk. A pile of discarded toys surrounded the older man, who was easily bored and distracted.

"I'm almost done buddy. Just give me…ouch!" Wilson frowned as one of the wooden pieces bounced off the side of his head. "Okay, that's enough Greg."

"Horse." House giggled, pointing to the puzzle piece that now lay on Wilson's desk.

Wilson forced himself to smile. "Good job. That is indeed a horse. I'm almost done here okay? Why don't you color?"

A box of crayons and a coloring book joined the other items on the floor with a thump. "Boring."

"I am going to strangle the person who taught you that word." The oncologist got up and turned on a little TV perched on a stand in the corner. "Look Greg, Sponge Bob is on."

"Stupid sponge." House pouted.

"Okay. You don't like the sponge anymore." Wilson turned off the TV. "How about your Gameboy?"

"No." House stuck out his lower lip and crossed his arms.

"More puzzles?"

"Boring."

"Why don't you play with Dusty?" The spaniel perked up from where he had been laying in a basket in the corner at the sound of his name.

"No Dusty."

"Now you're just being difficult. If you're just going to sit there pouting I'm going to take all of your free playtime off your schedule." An office chair squeaked as Wilson sat back down. There was a sniffle as blue eyes filled with tears.

Wilson sighed again. "Okay. Let's go home." Wilson often wondered why Cuddy didn't fire him. He had been leaving a half an hour early ever since the day he had fired the babysitter.

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Wilson stared at House's schedule on the fridge and tried to remember the last time he had gone out and done something alone. House's daily routines ate up most of the hours of the day. Wilson had broken down everything down into half hour segments with everything from breakfast to bath time becoming as predictable as airtimes of the cartoons House was allowed to watch every morning from eight thirty to nine pm while he ate his breakfast. The only variations in Wilson's day were when he was at work and even then it was pretty consistent. He sighed to himself as he finished zipping up his jacket. It was noon and on his days off this meant it was time to go to the park.

"I feel stuck." Wilson admitted as he sat watching House limp after Dusty with a tennis ball. The sun shone brightly through the trees and little birds chirped merrily in the distance. A light breeze ruffled Wilson's hair, which was in need of a trim.

"Stuck how? Stuck with House?" Cuddy asked. "Rachel, come back pumpkin. Hang on." The dean of medicine guided her daughter back to the blanket they had been sitting on. "Here. Have a cookie."

"I don't want a cookie." Wilson grumped.

"Not you. Rachel. Here sweetie." Rachel smiled and took the chocolate chip cookie her mother held out to her. "So you feel stuck?"

Wilson sighed. "Not stuck with House. Just…stuck in the same routine. I do the same things at the same times every day. It's been great for Greg but I just feel…I don't know. I want a change of scenery. I want to go on a vacation or try out a new restaurant or even just go see a movie. One that doesn't have a talking sponge or dancing animals as main characters."

"So go. Nothing's stopping you."

"Nothing?" Wilson raised an eyebrow and pointed to the older man who was now sitting on the edge of the blanket crumbling a cookie into the grass.

"Bring him with you. I take Rachel along with me all of the time."

"Yeah." Wilson replied sarcastically. "That would be a real vacation. We'd go somewhere warm and end up in a hotel room watching Sponge Bob in Spanish and trying to keep crayons from melting."

"Fine. Why don't we go to dinner tonight? Somewhere nice. I'll have the nanny come watch Rachel and you find someone to watch Greg."

"Me?" House asked, pointing to himself.

Wilson glanced down at his watch. "It's one. Time for us to go."

"So I'll see you tonight around six?"

"Sure. Sounds nice."

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Chase was grinning ear to ear when he answered the door to Cameron's apartment. "I hear you and Cuddy have a hot date tonight."

"You heard wrong. It's just two friends having dinner." Wilson handed the younger doctor two heavy backpacks and a copy of Greg's daily schedule. "Lisa and I…"

"Have a lot in common. You are both busy doctors trying to cope with caring for another person. You both work in the same hospital and…"

"Are both just friends. Come on buddy." Wilson led Greg into the apartment. "I'll be back in two hours."

"No go Wilson!" Greg latched onto Wilson's sleeve. "No go!"

"You're going to have fun with Cameron and Chase." He motioned at House's former fellows who both stood smiling at their former boss. "And Dusty will be here." Dusty paused his investigation of the living room to give a wag of his tail.

"No go!" Greg flopped down on the floor.

"Look." Wilson pointed to a digital clock hanging above the couch. "See that clock?"

"No."

"What numbers are on the clock?"

Greg sniffed. "Five, three, 'O'."

"Zero buddy. 'O' is a letter. Five, three, zero. Now when that clock says seven, three, zero I'll be back to pick you up okay?"

"Seven, three, zero?" Greg pout turned into a smile.

"That's right." Wilson ruffled his friend's hair. "Now be good and give me a hug."

"Bye, Wilson." House's voice was muffled by his friend's dress shirt.

Cameron smiled. "He's doing a lot better isn't he?"

Wilson shrugged as he detached House's arms from around his waist. "He's good at memorizing things but I don't think he really understands many of the concepts yet."

"What do you mean?"

"I can point at a number and he knows the name of that number. But if I put nine cookies on a plate and asked him how many where there he would just stuff a bunch of cookies in his mouth."

"That sounds like Greg." Cameron laughed. "Have a nice date. We'll see you soon."

"It's not a date." Wilson grumbled as he made his exit.

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"I thought you were going to keep the damn cat in the bedroom." Fur flew as two blurs raced across the dining room nearly upsetting a chair. "Come here Dusty. Come here boy." One of the blurs slowed to reveal a heavily panting spaniel.

"Teddy was lonely." The second blur became a cat huddled under a chair hissing wildly. "Come here snookie-poo. Are you okay?"

"If I would have known you were going to talk to that thing like that I never would have let you bring him it home." Chase grimaced. The huge ginger tabby that was now settled in Cameron's arms let out a low hiss. "That creature is a devil."

Greg looked up from the table where he had been playing with oversized Duplo Legos. "Bad kitty?"

"That's right. Bad, nasty kitty." Chase agreed grinning. "Bad kitty needs to go back to the pet store."

"Teddy is not a bad kitty. Look Greg. Nice kitty."

"Bad kitty." Greg's eyes grew wide as the cat took a swipe at him. A Lego clattered to the floor only to be quickly retrieved by Dusty.

"You're scaring him." Chase chastised. "Put that thing back in the bedroom. Come on Greg. Do you want to play Halo?"

"Yay!" Brightly colored blocks were shoved out of the way as Greg hobbled towards the living room.

"He can't." Cameron reminded as she shoved a distraught feline into the bedroom. "Wilson's schedule…"

"Is insane. It plans out every minute of Greg's day. It must get boring." He turned to the older man. "Do you want to play blocks or play Halo with me?"

Greg was already sitting on the couch holding a video game control. "You play." He held up the second controller.

"Oh look at that." Cameron frowned at her boyfriend as Chase smiled back at her. "Come on Alley. It isn't going to kill him. Wilson will be back…actually he should be here by now. I guess he's enjoying his date."

"Mine win." House grinned at Chase as they started up the game.

"Yeah we'll see about that." Chase smiled back, praying that the game would keep Greg from noticing the time on the clock.

Author' note: Since the general consensus at the end of the last fic was that everyone hated the fact that I paralyzed House's legs...I fixed it. How? Well let's just pretend that Foreman is a really great doctor who found something all of House's other doctors missed and leave it at that. =)