I do not own House blah blah blah. . . . Thanks for the idea's for this chapter! I have a feeling my writing isn't flowing very well because I'm having some trouble with my English grammar and probably using commas in weird places cause I have trouble with that, but anyway . . . Thank you for the reviews, and I would appreciate any ideas for the story PMed to me! Thanks!

Wilson walked past House's office glancing in to see what his friend was up to. Seeing House staring at an old folder he couldn't help but wonder what it was. He quickly pushed the glass doors open startling his friend. House quickly dropped the folder back into a drawer and slammed it shut.

"What's that?" Wilson questioned.

"Pornographic pictures of the twins, what else?" House retorted sarcastically.

"Of course the are," Wilson added, rolling his eyes, about to question House more about the mysterious folder, but seeing the stubborn look on his face, he decided to give up. "So what's the next plan of action?" Wilson said changing the subject.

"What?"

"How are you going to try to break Lucas and Cuddy up this time?"

"So now you're encouraging me? That's a distinct change of heart from nothing good will ever come of this."

"Not encouraging, just wondering," Wilson said grinning, "and your not answering my question so that must mean it's either very good, or very bad."

House didn't answer, simply spun his cane, his face suddenly blank.

"What's wrong House?" Wilson said worriedly.

"Nothing, I've just decided that Lucas can keep Cuddy, in fact I'll encourage it as long as it keeps her away from me."

"Now that's a change of heart, what happened to I wanna be in a relationship with Cuddy?" Wilson said light heartedly trying to ignore his growing concern over House's statements.

"Nope I'm done. She took me into her office this morning, screamed at me, told me she wanted a purely work relationship, than started sobbing about why I wasn't a better friend. I'm sick of it, I'm done taking her crap time after time."

Wilson cocked his head to the side and furrowed his eyebrows in his what-is-House-up-to now-look, before shaking his head. "I'm really not sure what's going on here but I'm gonna go talk to Cuddy." He turned and headed back out the door glancing back at his friend who seemed to be deep in his own thoughts.

Seeing Cuddy in her office, Wilson strode quickly in without knocking.

"I see you've picked up House's habit of never knocking," Cuddy said none of the jest of her words showing on her face.

"What did you do to him?"

"What did I do to him???!!!" She retorted angrily, not needing an explanation of who he was, "That ass bought my loft, assisted by you," she spat, "then came in here mocked my relationship with Lucas and told me he wasn't my friend."

Wilson sighed, rubbing a hand wearily over his eye. He wondered what the real story was, he could never really tell with those two. But Cuddy looked seemingly unshaken by their argument, and House on the other hand, well he looked pretty bad. Kind of like there was nothing left of the crazy House he knew. Wilson had been seeing more and more of that look recently. When he found out about Cuddy and Lucas, when he found out Cuddy told Lucas about the hallucination, the Thanksgiving dinner, whatever this argument was about. Wilson was worried for this friend, worried that this shallow tired version of the former House would stick, and he knew that Cuddy was causing all this.

"Ok Cuddy, just listen for a second. House is having a really hard time right now. He's in three times the amount of pain he usually is, he's heartbroken, and he's overly tired. Maybe you could just cut him some slack for a little while."

"I get it, poor old House is back from the crazy farm, but he had it coming, damn it, he's been abusing a powerful drug for years. He could have prevented this and you know it! All I'm asking is that he just leave me alone and let me get on with me life."

Wilson stared at Cuddy, shocked. "I'm not sure what's wrong with you, Cuddy, but I do know you are in no place to be calling House a bad friend, do you know what you just said for god's sake?" Wilson shook his head. "All I'm going to say is you better stay the hell away from House," he spat, before storming out of the room.

Wilson headed straight for his office knowing he'd have to calm down before he talked to House again. He opened the door, and started at seeing House sitting at his desk. The diagnostician looked up at Wilson, with the same tired expression.

"Are you ok?" Wilson said closing the door behind him gently, for some unexplained gut feeling, afraid of what his friend was about to say.

"What would you think of me resigning Jimmy? House said quietly.