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Part 2

James Wilson groaned as he buried his head in the pillow, and then coughed as he realized the pillow was covered in Hector's shed fur. Cringing he sat up. God, his body hurt and his headed pounded. Worst of all he realized what he had done. Not remembering what exactly he said, but he remembered asking House to kiss him! Yet House had complied and he remembered the feel of his friend kissing him, the stubble, and lips, his tongue in his mouth.

Eyes closing, he buried his face in his hands and nearly cursed as he saw the time. It was ten o'clock, why the hell hadn't House woken him up? Racing to the bathroom, he threw up and then went in search of House's dresser, hoping against hope there was something he could wear. The only things were plenty of t-shirts and informal wear. Well, he guessed the shirt would have to do and he would have to stick wearing his creased slacks.

House's bed loomed before him and Wilson looked at it with blurry eyes. He wondered how many hookers had been in that bed with House. Worst of all, he wondered briefly how the bed felt and then gaped at his thoughts. Boy, James, he thought, there is something wrong with you. Wondering how it would feel to kiss House and now wondering how his bed felt. Perhaps he was more needy than he thought. Maybe he should make things right with Bonnie before he got more out of control.

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The dark haired woman was greeted with a loud whack across her desk by a cane. Looking up, she saw it was none other than her enemy Gregory House, the man who had stolen her husband's time away from her. She was not a fighter however so she merely smiled up at the six foot, gruff man towering above her.

"What can I do for you, House? You need to buy a new place?"

"Why did you cheat on Wilson, Bonnie?"

She shrugged, but looked briefly guilty as she got up to her feet. For a moment she let out a shaky breath then buried her face in her hands. "It was only a matter of time before he cheated on me. He was always with you… and I-I got lonely."

The man rolled his blue eyes. "Bullshit, Bonnie. For once Wilson was not straying; heck he even got rid of the dog like you wanted him to. He was spending less time with yours truly and then you cheat on him. Not good enough in bed, heh?"

She looked aghast. "No! No, of course not. James is the tenderest partner and giving. He is good in bed."

House's eyes moved away from hers awkwardly. "Okay, I get it. He's good in bed, but you wanted something bigger and better, right?"

"Why do you care? James told me you don't care about anyone, but yourself. So why is his unhappiness bothering you so much?"

"He's my friend," House defended, twirling his cane. "I don't want him… to be unhappy."

She was silent for a moment before she went to the door and opened it, signifying the discussion was over. "If you want him to be happy then make him happy. Sometimes I think you are the only one who can make James happy."

House opened his mouth to reply, but the door was slammed shut in his face. Shrugging he headed towards the elevator.

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The old woman stared back at Wilson with a hopeful expression. He hated to tell her she had cancer, especially now with his head pounding and looking awful. He knew his face looked grim and he looked hung over, rightfully so. Opening his mouth to gently tell her the ill-fated news, he was interrupted with the sound of something hitting glass. Head snapping around, he groaned as he saw it was House throwing tiny rocks from his balcony trying to capture his attention.

When he tried to ignore the insistent pelting pebbles. House merely barged in through the glass sliding door.

"House-"

House threw a hand to his chest. "James, you can't stop our love!"

Eyes swerving to Mrs. Pengrove, he blushed. "Uh, please excuse me Mrs. Pengrove, a patient escaped… No need to be alarmed I will return shortly." He gave her a small smile and she smiled back.

"That's quite all right Dr. Wilson. I take it you are Dr. Wilson's boyfriend?" Her eyes were on House's.

"No," James tried to explain, but House cut him to it.

"Yes, we have been together ten years and are still fighting for our love."

The old lady smiled. "Dr. Wilson is the kindest doctor I know. You got yourself a good catch and I am certain you two are meant to be. I can tell those things."

House cracked a smile and laughed. "Come a long, James, I need to tell you something. Mice meeting you, Mrs. Pengrove."

Wilson was embarrassed and shocked. House had embarrassed him and they certainly weren't dating! Yet he was being kind to a patient and had even addressed her by her name! As soon as they were outside he's strangle House and take pleasure in doing so. Once outside he turned towards House angrily, only to be cut off by an uproarious laugh. House never laughed, laughed, snarked yes, but to laugh…

"This is not funny, House!"

"God," he gasped. "Meant to be? I like that old woman. Now Jimmy poo don't get mad at big old meany Greg House. I had to tell you I talked with Bonnie-"

"You what?"

Rolling his eyes, House limped forward. "Talked with Bonnie. I had to see why she cheated on you and found my answer."

Wilson rubbed his hands across his face; this is what he did when annoyed or stressed. He placed his hands behind his neck with a sigh. "And why is that, House?"

"Doesn't think she can make you happy, but apparently I can."

An incredulous laugh escaped the younger doctor's lips. "Amazing! You make me miserable and insane! First you talk to Bonnie behind my back and then… Then you… I'm surprised you aren't making my life a living hell after last night. After I…"

"Kissed me?" House supplied.

Wilson floundered. "Yes!"

"Don't worry Jimmy that will come later during lunch. I just… wanted to let you know you can crash on my couch as long as you need." Awkwardly, he turned and began to limp away.

Wilson mystified, followed him. "Why are you doing this, Greg? Why are you being… so nice to me?"

"Because what else do boyfriends do?" House sarcastically asked. "Besides you're going to murder me later when I tell Cuddy that you kissed me."

"House!"

But he was already gone. Sighing, Wilson headed towards the glass sliding door, but was surprised to see Mrs. Pengrove standing there watching him with a small smile and knowing expression. The type of expression a girl had after watching a romance movie or witnessing a passionate moment of lovers kissing in the rain.

TBC?