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"I am so sorry." A very sheepish looking Wilson tip toed into Cameron's dark living room. "I lost track of the time and…"

"Cuddy doesn't have a clock in her bedroom?" Chase smirked.

"We were at the restaurant. We started talking and lost track of time. Hey buddy." Wilson gently shook a pile of blankets on Cameron's couch. A head covered in messy brown hair popped out, blue eyes flashing with upset.

"Bad Wilson." Greg pointed at his friend accusingly.

"I am so sorry buddy. Did you have a good time?"

"Bad kitty." Greg's hand shot out from under the blanket and he pointed to a tiny scratch near his ring finger.

"Cameron's new cat is a jerk." Chase explained. "I told her to keep it in the bedroom but she kept letting it out. It got poor Dusty on the nose too." A furry head and floppy ears emerged from the other side of the blanket pile. "Other than that everything went fine. We had pasta for dinner and watched part of Lady and the Tramp. Greg is convinced that Lady is Dusty."

Wilson laughed. "He tends to think that any dog in a movie or on TV is Dusty." He paused. "I take it you didn't stick to the schedule?"

"Sorry." Chase answered simply.

"It's okay. We'll get back on track tomorrow. Going out was probably a mistake. When I'm not around everything gets thrown off and…well thanks for watching him."

"Did you have a good time?"

"We did. Come on buddy. Let's get you home okay?"

"Mine Wilson." Wilson took Greg's hand protectively in his own and led him out to the car.

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"I'm sorry Lisa, I just can't." Wilson stood at the sink doing dishing, trying to balance the phone under his chin. He glanced over at House who sat on the floor playing with magnetic numbers stuck to the fridge. "Greg seems really tired today and I think…I know what I said. I was being selfish. He does so much better….I know…I know…I know. Are you sure?...Okay. I'll see you soon."

"Five." House held up a bright purple number as Wilson hung up the phone.

"Good job buddy! What's this one?" Wilson pointed at a number closer to the bottom of the fridge.

"Two." Greg yawned and rubbed his eyes.

"Lisa and Rachel are going to be over soon. Are you going to be awake enough to see them or do you want to take a nap?"

Greg frowned. "No nap." He rubbed his eyes again and lay down on the floor. "No bed." Nails clicked on the tile as Dusty trotted over to sniff his master. The little dog moved closer and began to lick Greg's face. "Dusty!"

"Greg, sit up. If you flop around on the floor like that I'm going to think you need to be in bed." Wilson warned.

"No bed." Greg quickly sat back up, pushing Dust aside. "Mine Rachel!"

"I know you want to see Rachel. Why don't you go sit at the table? It's time for you to work on our letters."

"No letters." House wrinkled up his nose. "Boring."

"Letters aren't boring. They're…"

"Not as fun as going to see a movie." Cuddy entered the kitchen holding up four tickets. "It's a kid's movie but I thought it would still be fun. It should be short enough for Rachel and Greg to sit through."

"Lisa!" Greg smiled and limped over to give his former boss a hug.

"Hey sweetie. Do you want to go see a movie? We can have popcorn and…"

Wilson rubbed the back of his head. "Actually he can't have popcorn. He'll choke on it. It's on the list the doctor gave me of things he can't quite handle yet."

"That's okay. Rachel isn't supposed to have popcorn either. We'll get them some candy. Come on James. You know you want to get out of the house."

Wilson looked over at Greg who was practically jumping up and down with excitement. "Okay. Let's go."

"Great. Rachel is at home with her nanny. We'll stop by and pick her up."

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"We'll change your pants when we get home okay?" Greg sat in the back seat squirming in his soda covered pants.

"Okay." Cuddy conceded. "Maybe the soda wasn't the greatest idea but you have to admit they had fun." She peeked back at Rachel who was sound to sleep in her car seat.

"If throwing candy at the people in front of you and nearly getting kicked out of the theater is your idea of fun, then yeah. They had a blast."

Cuddy shook her head. "He threw one piece of candy. And they weren't going to kick us out. Half the kids in that theater were screaming. The movie was kind of scary for a children's film."

"I think Greg enjoyed it. I heard him laughing every time the dinosaurs almost trampled that little squirrel thing." Wilson turned back to Greg. "Did you like the movie buddy?"

Greg frowned and pointed at his pants. "Yuck."

"I know. We're almost home okay? I should have brought along a change of clothes and one of his sports bottles. He really shouldn't be drinking soda."

"Have you always been this much of a stick in the mud or is this a recent development?"

"Now you sound like House always did. He thought just because I liked to be prepared it meant I was boring. Not wanting to be stranded in the middle of nowhere with a flat and no flashlight doesn't mean I am boring. It just means I like to know things are covered if there's an emergency."

Cuddy laughed. "You're such a dork."

"You wouldn't be saying that if we got a flat right now." Wilson pointed out.

"No, I'd have you walk to a gas station and call a tow truck."

"Truck?" House looked out the window.

"Not monster trucks buddy. A tow truck. It's a truck that…"

"Helps cars when they're broken." Cuddy finished. "So people can get home. They take the car to the repair shop…"

"Car doctor." Wilson interjected.

"Car doctor so they can get all better."

"Truck." House murmured again as he began to stare out the window, eyes focused on nothing particular.

"Is he still doing that thing where he stares off into space?"

"Yeah. It's gotten a little better though. I still think he's just daydreaming. Do you want me to drop you and Rachel off at home or do you want to come in for dinner? I still have one of Rachel's booster seats in the kitchen if you want to stay."

"What's for dinner?" Cuddy smiled.

"I don't know. Greg what do you want for dinner?"

"Dusty." Greg mumbled as the little dog near his feet gently stirred in its sleep.

"Earth to Greg. Dinner? Greg?"

Greg's head quickly snapped around to face his friend. "Mine Wilson!"

"Hey pal. What do you want for dinner?" Wilson asked gently, trying to keep his eyes on the road.

"Mine pancakes?" Greg asked hopefully.

"Pancakes it is." Wilson confirmed. He turned to Lisa. "So are you staying for dinner?"

"After all I've heard about these pancakes you make? I wouldn't miss it."

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"Eggs." Two eggs dropped into a large mixing bowl. "Milk? No buddy! Just hand me the carton! Lisa? Can we have a paper towel?"

Lisa laughed and tossed a roll of paper towels at Wilson. "Quite the helper you've got there."

"I help." Greg said proudly as he dropped an unwrapped stick of butter into the bowl.

"Yes you do buddy. You're a big help. The butter goes in the pan remember? But let me do that. The pan is really hot. Why don't you go sit by Lisa and Rachel? You can show them the new books I got you."

House hobbled over to the table and retrieved a stack of books sitting next to the roll of paper towels. "Stupid sponge, Blue Clues, letters." He waved the books in front of Cuddy's face.

"Cool." She smiled. "Can you read any of those books?"

"Wilson reads books. Mine Wilson."

"We haven't got that far." Wilson confirmed. "But the some of the instructors he has been working with at the rehab facility think it's possible." He paused to mix the contents of the bowl in front of him. "He probably won't be reading Shakespeare anytime soon but Dr. Seuss isn't out of the question."

"That's amazing." Cuddy watched as Greg handed one of the books to Rachel.

"Not really. He has the intellect of a four year old. There are kids out there who learn to read at an early age. Everything he has done so far is right in his intellectual and emotional age range. How many pancakes do you think Rachel will eat?"

"Probably just one. So you think it's just because people have been working with him more?"

Wilson hesitated. "In the beginning I thought teaching him anything was a waste of time. But he seems to enjoy learning new things, so I'm willing to push him as far as he can go."

"Your attitude sure has changed. And I mean that as a compliment."

"Thanks." Wilson blushed, nearly spilling pancake batter on the floor. "Er...um…how many pancakes do you want?'

"I'll have two." Cuddy smiled softly.

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"So you'll see you tomorrow?" Cuddy said quietly as she pushed a sleeping Rachel out to the car.

"I don't know…I have to work and…"

"I know. I'm your boss remember? I'll see you at work tomorrow. Unless you were planning to call in sick?"

"No, no. Of course not. I'll see you at work. Tomorrow. Greg will be at therapy most of the day, then Cameron will take him to the library where he'll stay until I get off work."

"Isn't the library closed on Sunday?" Cuddy asked.

"It's a new program for people with special needs I enrolled him in. They read to them and play games and those sort of things. I'm not sure about it yet. Greg seems to hate everyone in his swim class and only gets along with a few of the patients at the rehab center. I don't really know how a group where he is expected to interact with the other members is going to work for him but I thought I'd give it a try."

"He gets along fine with everyone at the hospital. The nurses love him. His former staff loves him. Rachel loves him."

"The hospital staff gives him candy and lets him play with the equipment. The people in his groups swipe crayons from him and splash water in his face." Wilson pointed out.

"That's true. Well, I hope it goes okay for him. Thanks for dinner." Cuddy leaned in to give Wilson a hug. Before the two of them knew it their lips were touching in a soft kiss.