These Blue Eyes

Chapter 2

House was in a slump, he didn't believe that he could get better. But why would he have thought that this could've worked out between Wilson and himself? That was what he liked to call wishful thinking.

House was sitting on his chair, reclined and watching the ceiling as if it was moving. But it wasn't, it never had and never will. He turned to look at his ball which was too far for him to reach. He pulled an all-nighter. His thoughts were all jumbled. It had been about 2 months since Wilson had left without saying goodbye and those blue eyes that reminded him so much of himself, had haunted him ever since.

The top two buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned, his hair was a mess, and he had two cups of coffee half empty. He was pessimistic like no other. He had just begun to compliment his team again if something went right. But besides those rare moments, all he thought about was Wilson.

"House," Cuddy entered the room, she looked tired. "House, I want you to go home."

"Thought you'd never ask."

"It wasn't a question," she muttered and turned to leave letting the glass door softly hit closed. He listened to her patter away and then he stood up and limped over to grab his coat. He slipped it on. Even though it was July 2nd it was still very breezy. He walked out of the hospital alone, passing the blonde Cameron in the hallway who merely gave him a nod. He was too tired to nod back. He just met her eyes and continued to walk.

Outside, it was nice. The weather was sunny and warm. He walked over to his slightly heated motorcycle and his phone started to ring.

"Wilson," House smiled into his phone, "I knew you couldn't stay away."

House, came the low rumble telling him that it was a bad connection. Ho-se I c-n't re-ly hear y-

"Are you going through a tunnel, Wilson? Or is this some sort of joke." Sarcasm still leaked from his words as if he had called Wilson last week. As if they were still great friends.

Sh-s in tro-bl- H-use I n-ed hel-

"Who's in trouble? One of you needy girlfriends?"

N-, he had simply ignored the rude comment, My da-gh-er.

"Where are you?" he turned on the serious mode, "is it something you think I can fix?"

Th-t's wh- I call-d.

"You have a very bad phone connection."

I kn-w, I- in N-w Y-rk, a-k Cud-y for th- a-dres-, sh-'l- ha-e it. Hu-ry H-ou-e. And the line went dead. He almost jogged back into the hospital and up to Cuddy's office. When he entered she frowned.

"I told you to go home."

"And I forgot something. I need the address to Wilson's house and his work address."

"What? I thought I told you to let them be."

"I really don't care what you said, but this is the matter of life and death," he shouted, "Felicity is sick and she is going to die. He called me over so I could have a look at her. She is at the hospital he works at right now and she is sick. Give me the address, Lisa." The first name slid off awkwardly as she stared at him with terror. He was the best doctor out there and if Wilson believed that only House could treat her, then something was wrong.

"Alright," she said and pulled out an address book. Scribbled down the two addresses and a good hotel that is close by. He turned to leave, "and House." he stopped but didn't turn back. "Just…just be careful." He nodded slightly and left. She watched him leave and then he was gone.

House took his motorcycle home and then packed up his bags for a weekend and took his car to New York City. It was only a 1 hour and 10 minute drive. Luckily, it was decent traffic. Even though he had lived so close, he rarely took trips up to New York City. It was very overwhelming. The lights, the people, the traffic. It was an early morning on a Tuesday and House was having troubles staying awake.

The New York Presbyterian Hospital. The top hospital in New York and Wilson was head oncologist there. There wasn't a diagnostic practice there, that was rare in hospitals, House and his specialized team were the few that practiced it.

But nonetheless, people have heard of House and definitely recognized him. When he walked into the hospital everyone looked at him. They all had heard of him. One of the nurses walked up to him with a smile.

"Doctor Wilson is waiting for you."

"Oh goody," House said, still very tired from his past day. "Lead the way." People moved out of the way as they walked. "I'm like a regular celebrity." He was obviously enjoying himself. He winked at a few nurses who blushed and turned back to their work. They went into an elevator and up to floor five. They walked down the hall and into a room where Wilson was hunched over his daughter and was holding her hand. She was hooked up to all these different machines and House recognized every single one.

A doctor looked up at him and his eyes widened.

"Dr. House," the man, he was a little bit older than how Chase looked. He had blonde hair that looked almost too nice. Wilson looked up. "We were expecting you." The man was wearing rubber gloves and a medical face mask.

"That is unnecessary." House scolded looking at his precautions. "She's not diseased she is just sick. Not contagious." The other doctor's face turned red and he took of his protective gear to show a clean shaven face and sparkly white teeth. This guy was too much.

"Pardon me," he said and then looked over at Wilson for reassurance. Sure enough those two were good friends.

"Greg," Wilson said, "this is Dr. Joshua Abel." Wilson didn't seem too thrilled right now; he was focused on his daughter.

"Yes," Dr. Abel said, "we've heard so many miracle stories from Dr. Wilson."

"Is that what he's calling them? Miracles? I'd say not, just a proper way to treat a patient."

"You are the best," he smiled, almost a too perfect goody-goody smile that meant his family was super rich and they put him through private school and medial school and all sorts of schools that House thought were worthless. Not medical school, but others were wastes of time to him. He really didn't like this guy. He was thin, tall, handsome and probably a real dick.

"Yep that's me, the Miracle-Worker."

"I didn't say th-"

"If you don't mind," House began interrupting, "I'd like some time to access the patient." Dr. Abel looked at Wilson who nodded back. Dr. Abel nodded, looking angry that he was replaced by some cripple. He then stalked out of the room letting his dark brown eyes, which showed no hint of warmth, glare at House as he chucked his gloves and mask in the trash and slammed the door shut. "What a sweetheart, remind me to invite him to my death bed."

"Don't be like this, House," Wilson complained.

"Be like what? You really have no say how I can and can't act." He glared at Wilson. "So are you just not into goodbyes anymore, Wilson? Does 20 years of friendship mean nothing to you?"

"This isn't about us, House," he snapped, "it's about my daughter getting better. I know you can help her."

"I bet I can." And just then Felicity's heart rate was shot. "Shit." Wilson ran to the door and called in a crash team. They were there in about 2 seconds. House took the pillow away from under her head and the team charged up the defibrillator and shocked her. Nothing. He tried again. Nothing. And the third time, she was stable and Wilson looked like a mess. Felicity's nose started to bleed and Wilson looked at House. It stopped pretty quickly.

"Do you have a room I could use, maybe get a team together for me?"

"Sure," Wilson said, "Anything." He then got up and went to go find Dr. Abel and some doctors who worked in this type of atmosphere.

"And I'll need her file," House said. Wilson pointed to the end of the bed and left. House picked it up and scanned through it.

Felicity Mari Wilson:

-Common Nosebleeds

-Joint Pains (right legs)

-Slight fever

-Dry cough

"Alright," and then Wilson led him down to an office with elevated seating. And to his surprise Foreman was waiting in one of the seats at the front. "Foreman," he yelled, "Boy, am I ever so glad to see you! What did Cuddy send you?" He didn't even realize the five doctors were sitting in the audience seats watching intensely. "She doesn't exactly trust me right now you know."

"She mentioned you were here, I thought you could use some help. You know, Wilson is our friend too."

"Right," he said and then looked out into the audience of five. "Hello everyone! I am Gregory House from PPTH, I'm sure you've heard of me!" there were some nods from the five. "Great! Now, this is my lovely assistant Eric Foreman," he nodded at them and they nodded back. "Let's have an introduction game! Who'd like to go first?"

There was silence before one of them spoke up. "Amit Kader," an Indian man said, not much older than 24, "been interested in Medicine since I was 15. I guess that's my specialty." They nodded and House clapped.

"Such motivation and drive from this one," he joked, "whose next?"

Not about to be upstaged Dr. Joshua Abel spoke up. "Joshua Abel, Head Doctor in Intensive Care." He smirked smugly and one of the females, a brunette sitting in the second row rolled her eyes and the red head next to her chuckled.

"Oh right," House said, "I thought I replaced you," Dr. Abel frowned. "Who's next?"

"Jordyn Mooney," the red head who chuckled began, "assistant to James Wilson in the oncologist area. Happy to be of any help."

"Alright, happy to have you," House looked at the remaining two.

"Trevor Grint," the man about mid-30's spoke, "Co-boss of the Medical Lab here, been here for 10 years." House nodded and then looked at the last person.

"Olivia Kneller," she spoke, "Fresh out of Medical school. I work in the Intensive Care Center as a doctor." She looked at Dr. Abel who winked at her and she gritted her teeth, but smiled nicely when she looked back at House. Foreman looked at House. He had been looking through the file.

"Alright," House said, "I guess we should begin. Alright, 4 year-old female, a little under weight. I'm sure Wilson isn't feeding her." Foreman and Jordyn smiled at the obvious joke but Dr. Abel frowned not quite understanding.

"He feeds her just fine," he retorted. The group looked at him.

"It's called a joke," House said back, "Jeez, do you have something stuck up your ass?" the girls laughed and Trevor and Amit smiled. They weren't used to people telling off the Head doctor here. They liked the change because they knew how much of an ass he was. "Anyway. She gets nosebleeds normally; she has a fever, a dry cough and joint pains."

"Dengue Fever," Dr. Abel shouted. They all looked at him again.

"I see the joint pains, nose bleeds, and fever," Trevor said, "but the main thing is the rash and you are missing headaches and bleeding gums."

"And it involves mosquitoes," Olivia snapped, "Wilson's not the type of guy to take his daughter camping, not since his wife…you know."

"I agree," House said, they looked at him confused, "you couldn't be anymore wrong!" Abel was now embarrassed and angry and kept quiet for awhile. They had a few more discussions and House wrote on the white board of different diseases that it could be.

"Well," Jordyn said tapping her pencil against he notes. "The fever, nosebleeds and dry cough all sound like cold symptoms."

"True," House said, "but the joint pains are the main thing, probably why she's here in the first place. Dr. Abel," he looked up, "you said it was her right leg? Did she have any bumps? Have you taken an X-ray yet?"

"No," he responded.

"We should first take that X-ray," Foreman spoke up, "Dr. Grint, Dr. Mooney how about you two go do that. Dr. Mooney, I'm sure you could see for anything that looks out of the ordinary." She nodded. They both got up to leave, Foreman left with them.

"The rest of you, you can come with me. We should tell Wilson what we think." The three doctors got up and followed House out. Olivia was taller than the three men.

"Did you play any sports before medical school, Olive?"

"Olivia-"

"But you have olive green eye color, so Olive."

She smiled, "Yes, I played volleyball, and then I hurt my hip and had to stop. Off to medical school I went."

"I see, how about you, Kader?" House had become more interested in people's back stories. They never really stuck with him, but they were interesting to hear.

"My brother got very sick when I was 17, we were in India on vacation and I was able to fix him up so he was stable. I then went to school because of that. My brother is doing well to this day."

"Good to hear." He didn't ask about Abel because he didn't care about him at all.


"Greg," Wilson called from his office at PPTH, "get in here!" he was banging harshly on the door and a few seconds later House opened the door to Wilson's office.

"You called?"

"Yes, what is the meaning of this," he looked at his desk and there was a box of chocolates lying on it."

"It's Valentines day. That's what couples do!"

"I know that couples do that, but I didn't think we did," Wilson stated truthfully.

"What am I? Chopped liver? I thought you liked this mushy stuff, I was hoping this type of stuff would turn you on, not even grateful." When he looked up Wilson was standing next to him.

"Thanks House," he leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"That's what it thought."


When they walked into Wilson's office House sunk onto the couch like he used to. The three doctors looked at him surprised. "20 years of being his friend," he said, "I get that sort of power." He put his feet on the couch and Wilson smiled a little, he looked up.

"Did you find anything?"

"Yes, we believe so," Olivia spoke. "We think she may have a cold-"

"But what about the leg pains?"

"Please don't interrupt Miss Olive Kneller," House spoke loudly. (Olive? Wilson muttered)

"I don't mind, Dr. Wilson, he has his reasons for the name. Anyway, we are giving your daughter an X-ray to see if we can find out anything about that joint pain of hers-"

"Dr. House, Dr. House!" the short red head came running into the office, her white lab coat flowing behind her before she stopped and was holding the X-rays. "We found something." Dr. Grint jogged in after her and Foreman was with Felicity in her room.

"What is it," Wilson asked standing abruptly from his chair.

"It's cancer," she muttered, her eyes looking like they were stinging with tears. Wilson's face went pale and he sat down in his chair. He put his head in his hands and began to cry.

"Could you all leave and go find Dr. Foreman?" they nodded and left House and Wilson there together.

"This would happen to me," Wilson said, starting to stop crying. "I've been so unattentive lately, she's been going through so much and I have left her at the day care center here at work. I'm a horrible father. She's sick with something I study and work with everyday. The signs are all there! And she had a cold!"

"Wilson," he soothed, "it isn't your fault."

"Then whose fault is it. Not hers, it's her terrible father's fault."

"James," House snapped and earned all of his attention, "you may be a lot of things, James, but you are not a bad father. You are still making a living without your wife; you are trying your best. It's stressful, I'm sure."

"My life has never been perfect," he admitted, "it was for awhile," he looked up at House. "It was when I was with you."

"But you left because of me," House said.

"I left because you were hurting me, living in secret and still going on dates with other females was not my ideal way of living. I had to leave. You couldn't love me, but I was madly in love with you. So I took that part out of my life." House's face looked hurt.

"You didn't think I loved you?" Wilson looked up and shook his head. "I've never stopped loving you, Wilson. I know this doesn't sound like me, but you are who I am most passionate about. Even after you left I was miserable. Nothing to replace you, I tried and nothing worked. I love you, James, nothing will change that. It never has." And then House walked forward and grabbed Wilson by the head and crushed his lips against the younger's in a strong passion. Something that had been missing from his life for a long time. Wilson's lips were still as soft as he remembered and he still tasted the same. Wilson was pressing back. He stood up, the desk was between them, but then Wilson pushed away and kicked his chair backwards letting it hit the cabinet behind him. He then fell back into his chair.

"I can't, House. Don't you understand? This is what I was getting away from, but you keep coming back!"

"I'm saving your daughter's life," he snarled.

"I want her to live normally; I don't want her to have two fathers," House froze at the mention of marriage. "I want her to be happy."

"And you, you don't want to be happy?" Wilson smiled sadly and got up.

"There's a lot that makes me happy, House. My daughter, summer, knowing someone is not going to die, lots." He turned to House.

"And me, you said your life was perfect with me."

"And then you hooked up with hookers and other girls, making my life miserable knowing that I couldn't pleasure you in that way."

"That's not it," House fought, "I loved you, but I didn't want anything to change if we did that." He took a step forward, "I didn't want to ruin us." And then House took another step and closed the distance between them again. House wrapped his arms around the smaller man's waist and Wilson did the same, but he pushed away.

"My daughter." And House understood.

"Yeah. You should help find out what is wrong, that's more up your alley." And they left for the office room.


+Wilson felt sick, but then again he didn't know how to feel. Dr. Mooney kept giving him reassuring looks, but his daughter had cancer, a cancer that was on one of her joints on her right leg.

And then there was House. They had made out a few times in his office, making Wilson feel dirty and guilty while his daughter was lying sick on her bed. He wanted to break down. But he had to be strong because he was a doctor and that's what he had to do. He looked at House who gave his shoulder a reassuring squeeze. House had just confessed to him that he had never stopped loving him. It hurt. He wanted with all his heart to be with the older doctor, but it didn't seem right when he had a four year-old daughter.

The group eyed Dr. Mooney and Wilson. They would have the cancer answers. Wilson seemed to choke and he looked down.

"We think its Synovial Sarcoma. It's a type of cancer and grows by a joint, but the origin is unknown because it doesn't technically grow on the joints. It's hard to find and very rare, the only thing that shows up when you have this cancer is the pain. It's a very slow growing cancer, but it does show up in X-rays. Since we found it early we should be able to surgically remove it before it starts to spread. With your consent of course, Dr. Wilson. All of the signs are there."

He simply nodded and then the doctors looked at each other and Foreman led them all out of the room leaving House and Wilson alone again.

"They're going to go into surgery. Foreman was telling me the plan."

He nodded.

"It's hard…Wilson, I know, but she is going to get better because you won't ever leave her. So let's go and stay with her." Wilson nodded and quickly threw his arms around House. The hug was a meaningful embrace full of emotions and heart-ache "I'm here for you, always, Wilson." Then they let go and Wilson took a step backwards. Then they left.


+The surgery was successful; she came out with a smile when she woke up.

"I feel better," she smiled, her voice was hoarse but she still managed to look happy. Wilson eased her into a hug, she was limp in his arms, but that didn't really matter.

"When you are healed in a few weeks we are going to start you on chemotherapy, with me," she nodded. "We just want to make sure that it's gone." She nodded once more and opened up her arms to him, he hugged her again and tears slid down his cheeks. "I'm going to let you get some sleep; you've had a busy day."

"Okay, Daddy." He leaned over and kissed her forehead. She then fell back to sleep. He slid out of the room and closed the door softly. The glass walls had drapes which were pulled back. He pressed his head lightly against it and House pressed his hand against his back.

"Why her," he asked not exactly expecting an answer, "she's my little girl and she had and or has cancer. I've only seen one over patient with this type of cancer, and she didn't make it." He seemed to be out of tears. He just leaned against the wall, fogging it up with his breath every so often.

"She's strong, Wilson, I seriously doubt she'll have any problems. She's your kid for god's sakes." Wilson had noticed that House was being very un-House-like. He did confess to Wilson, he told him that he loved him. That has to be enough to change anyone's mind. The oncologist looked at him with a smile.

"Thanks, House, seriously…thanks." House smiled at him and then walked away. He found Foreman sitting in a chair watching them. Wilson continued to watch his little girl and Olive, Dr. Mooney and Kader walked up next to him and gave him words of comfort. He grinned at them; it was a small grin that only curved up the right side of his mouth, but a smile nonetheless. He looked past his colleagues and at House who was watching him. He gave him a small nod, his chocolaty brown eyes told House thank you, but showed remorse. House understood, to House, Wilson was beautiful, those slightly squinted eyes, his dimple and smile, his sarcasm and flirty personality, just him in general. It hurt the older doctor, a lot, but the nod was all he needed to get him through the nights which were so lonely. Foreman stood up and they walked together, House limped, to the main lobby and out the door leaving the huge hospital to their past.

The diagnostician was still extremely tired but managed to get home safely; he fell asleep after a small dinner and then didn't wake-up until noon the next day.


Alright this was chapter two, I'll be updating hopefully soon, and this isn't it yet. Comments are welcome. Hope you're enjoying it. (:

A/n: This is very un-House-like for sure, he gets better though and there is more of their relationship to come and more about Felicity Wilson as well.