Chapter two- Thanksgiving/coming out

AN: Spoilers for episode 5.9 Last Resort and also I am not writing a smutfic I can't. I hope its okay. Thanks very much.

GH/JW

Our relationship was coming along surprisingly good this couple of weeks. The familiarity of the whole situation is eery some nights we sit on his couch and eat pizza and beer. Oh God, I missed this. I don't know with House but for me, this had been the best relationship ever. He truly is the love of my life. We hadn't had sex yet but we are planning on it soon. We both knew that sex was sometimes a relationship killer plus with House's childhood he is reluctant to try having sex with another man.

It was four days before Thanksgiving when House and Thirteen was luck up with some hostages in Cuddy's office. A man held House, Thirteen, Gina, one of the nurses and at least 10 other people. The man had a gun. House was shot once already in the workplace. I don't think he can survive it this time. He called me for a consult, as usual, I rolled my eyes. I'm talked with Chase afterward. Chase, left the DDX room. "It's idiotic, what he is doing." Chase had scoffed. "He would have killed himself or other people." Chase had sounded worried. God, House is an idiot sometimes.

He told me, later, while we were eating curry that the guy, turns out was name is Jayson, had Melioidosis a somewhat rare infection in temperate places.

"House, had you thought of me during, all of this?" I know I am being a jerk, but I don't care. House's actions today was idiotic, especially giving the guy is gun back was oxymoronic.

House looks up at me, he kissed my lips. "James," he said. "let's go to the bedroom." He was undressing me now, our boxers on the floor, he said my name louder this time. I love the first time and being intimate with him was great. But we need to talk. "I am sorry for being a jerk and endangering my life again for a diagnosis, I won't do it again." "Okay," I said. "Okay,"

"House, your mom called she is coming for Thanksgiving," I said and saw his face darken.

"I don't want her, here." He said. "I can't my mom doesn't know shit, Wilson."

"I know, but, Greg." I realized he wasn't listening. "You need to tell her what he did to you. So that you can have a meaningful relationship." House looked tired, his expression looked as though annoyed, the annoyance not directed at me but at the world. We sleep peacefully this time. Greg's arm was over me while we slept.

GH/JW

It was the morning of Thanksgiving when a call from his mother woke us, He answered the phone. "Hello— You're coming now—I had plans with Wilson today—" His face gone pale. "What! you are in Newark, already. "Damm," I muttered to myself, God, we weren't out yet. House sighed and looked at me. I heard him say, "okay, see you, bye, mom!" "Greg, what's wrong?" I asked knowingly, touching his arm.

"We need to pick her up from the airport, now." He said softly, Hugging me. "Everything is going to be okay, Wilson." God, He really reassured the heck. out of me his presence alone, I really love him. At the car we were holding hands, when a question that had been burning in my mind for long now I thought about not asking it but again they want to know prevails so, I asked quietly. "Your mom never knew… about the abuse?"

His hand instantly let go of mind. I frowned. "You. James Evan Wilson, Promise me that you are not going to tell my freaking mother."

"Yes, I promise, Gregory Alexander House," I said with a big eye roll but when I saw he was being serious I became too. "House, I love you and I don't want to see you so hurting like that. You had a nightmare almost every night, and I saw Ativan in your pants pocket the other day."

He looked at me angrily, He sighed. "No, don't tell yet, please, I will tell her, and Wilson, I love you so much, I looked at him and he stopped. "I don't want my mother to hurt, she got maybe 20 years." I could not say this that House is a kind soul.

As we were walking towards her at the airport I felt breathing quicken I held his arm. "House, where is your Ativan?" He looked panicky. I remember years ago. Oh, god, I should have picked her myself. House has anxiety issues with large crowds. Damm.

"Greg! James!" Blythe exclaim. Waving her arm excitedly.

I pulled him aside before his mother caught up with us."…Your…. car….I…" I remembered we arguing. "Okay, House. Calm down, You're with me, remember?" I tilted his head. "You're at the airport." Oh crap, he is shutting down. I need to get Ativan in him. I remembered his pill was with me for safe keeping. I shook the bottle, he opened his mouth and I slid the medication on to him. A few minutes later Blythe caught up with us. Luckily the Ativan was already in his system.

"Hi, mom!" He said he was feeling normal.

"Gregory!" She gave him a big hug, then she turned to me. "James!" How are you doing?" The pleasantries ensue we went to my car, House and I shared a silent conversation 'You, okay in there.' He nodded almost impressively. We arrived at our place after 20 minutes.

GH/JW

We decided to do Thanksgiving in a restaurant. We had decided not to cook because House didn't want to, it was too domestic, so we are here at the most elegant hotel in Princeton, eating. When Blythe asked House a question he was dreading. "So any girls you wanna tell me about because you seem happier?" She asked and I saw House flinch.

He took a deep cleansing breath. "Mom, James and I are dating." He held my hand and her gaze.

She looked as if House punch her gut. "You're not a fag." She said shouting slightly

"Mom, I am not gay, I am bisexual." He said hiding his disappointment at the situation.

"Your father would hate you, you're a heathen, you are gonna go to hell. God, Greg, Your father would be much distorted. " This made my boyfriend on the edge he storm as fast as he can out of the room.

She looked at me apologetically. "Why did you have to say that…." I said standing up. I saw House in the bathroom sobbing, he was inside the cubicle, crying his eyes out. God, he looked broken and pathetic. And despite that, I love him so much. "Greg," I said sweetly. "It hurts, Wilson, It really does, I thought she can understand, she has gay friends, I remember a guy Michael and his partner Orland when I was younger I didn't back then know that they were. I know she okay with them. I guess when your own son…" He trailed off.

After a while, we went outside to see Blythe sitting down and looking at us apologetically. "I am sorry, Greg and James, for acting like I don't support the community. Greg, earlier today, you looked happy, I am still mourning your father's death that's why I said it.

"Mom, it's okay. Mom, can I asked you a question I understand, Joey is my biological father, right, mom?"

She looked shocked, but I don't care about her anymore, House needs me and is worth my love. She is just a homophobic person who happened to be my boyfriend's mother. "How did you know, Greg?'

"Yeah, mom, How did I know?" He asked rhetorically, "I did a DNA on John test on John. House replied annoyance evident on his face.

Blythe flinch with Greg's accusation. She didn't say a word though but just nodded her head. I know at this moment that House with has a huge panic attack. I offered him an Ativan but he didn't take it until we went back home. "I love you, Wilson, why does shit like this keep happening to me all the time." He asked I know the question was rhetorical.

We sat on the couch after a long while making out when. He ordered me to bed as we were entering the bedroom he told me that this is the best Thanksgiving ever.

End of Chapter two