A/N: So this chapter has both Wilson's and House's perspectives. I promise that I don't mean to write Cuddy as bitchy as I have been and I promise she'll get nicer as time goes on.

You leave House a few mornings later with a heavy heart.

He hasn't said more than one word responses since his parents left and you worry that his depression will start to hinder his recovery. He's supposed to start physical therapy today and you want to be there with him but Cuddy fears that you'll be too much of a distraction and refuses to let you go (as if you weren't already pissed at her). So you take a few appointments to keep you occupied while you have to be away.

When you first tell him that you won't be there, his eyes widen for a second before he turns his head away. Guilt tears you apart when you lean down to give him a kiss and he turns away. So you pat his shoulder instead and give it a little squeeze. As you walk out, you tell him you love him and you'll see him later.

You don't realize the mistake you've just made by leaving.

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You wanted Wilson to stay. You wanted him to reassure you when you fell on your face in PT. You wanted him to encourage you to keep trying, hear him tell you, 'Just one more, Greg, I know you can do it.' But instead you're forced to listen to some blonde ditz give you fake praise. Her voice is an octave above annoying and you're pretty sure you'd crush her if you fell on her.

The hour drags by at a painfully slow pace until she finally brings you back to your room. She stays for a few more minutes to tell you about being fitted for a prosthetic next week. You don't care. You just want her to leave and Wilson to come back. When she finally leaves, you glance over at the clock and groan. You still have a half hour by yourself.

You decide to sleep the time away and have just closed your eyes when there's a knock at your door. You curse whatever duckling has decided to come and bother you, but when you open your eyes again, the situation turns out to become worse than you expected.

The biggest heartache of your life and the woman who has cost you the most pain both physically and emotionally is standing there, trying to look sheepish.

"Hi Greg." She greets quietly as she takes a few steps into your room.

"Stacy." You try to say her name as cold as possible but your mouth is dry and pulse is increasing rapidly making your breathing shallow.

"How are you feeling?" She asks, coming in even further before sitting in Wilson's chair. Wilson. Now you really regret letting him leave. If he were here, Stacy wouldn't have even gotten the tip of her pointy little shoe in the door. But James isn't here, hindsight is 20/20 and you don't have the guts to kick her out (you never have).

"Why are you here?" You ask, ignoring her question.

"I heard about what happened and despite what you may think, I do still care about you." She replies gently likes she's trying not to hurt you.

'You're about ten years too late' you think but actually say.

"Boy, good news travels fast around here. Lemme guess, Cuddy again?"

"No, your mother actually." You shake your head. You should have figured she'd do something like this.

"So what, did you come to gloat? Say I told you so? Cause if so, I already know. You win, I lose." Trust me; you think to yourself, I've lost more than you know.

"No Greg, I didn't come to gloat. I came out of genuine concern fro you. Is that so hard to believe?"

"Yeah actually, it is. Especially since this is what you wanted in the first place." You snap. Now any normal person you know would back off at this point, try to act embarrassed or ashamed, but Stacy loves a good fight.

"No, I didn't want you to lose your leg, but it was the better option. And think of all the years you wasted in pain. You could have been so much happier and healthier if you had just let me do this the first time." She tries to cut you down with logic but you're much better at fighting dirty than she is.

"Would you have stayed with me if I had?" She doesn't answer. "That's what I thought." She gives you a dirty look. You know it was a low blow and you don't care. "Besides, I didn't have a choice this time."

"You shouldn't have had a choice the first time! You could have died back then!" She shouts at you.

"I would have died this time." You retort. She shakes her head.

"So it's okay for James to want you to live but not me?"

"Wasn't his decision either." You state.

"Trust issues?" She asks with a raised eyebrow. You shake your head.

"I love him too much to put him in that position……but could you blame me if it was?" She stands and throws her hands in the air.

"You're never gonna let me live down the fact that I crippled you, are you? You're always gonna hang that over my head." You stare her down but say nothing because she's right, you will always hold it against her. "I'm sorry, Greg. I'm sorry that I wanted you to live. If I'd have known what a miserable jerk you'd turn into I'd have let you die." She grabs her purse and starts towards the door. "You used to be a pretty great guy and you could have still been that guy. But instead you chose to wallow and hide behind your disability and waste your gift." She stops at the door and looks you in the eye. "You were right; your life is worth less than mine."

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When you return to House only two hours later, the feeling in the room has turned dark, angry. You think it has something to do with PT until you take a good look at him and realize that it's much bigger than that.

House is staring off into nothing, tear stains on his cheeks, totally oblivious to your presence. You sit down on the edge of the bed and touch his arm. It shouldn't have surprised you when he flinched and pulled away from you it does and you hate it.

"How was physical therapy?" He shrugs his shoulders. You'd push for more but you know that even on a good day you wouldn't get more of an answer than that.

The two of you sit in total silence for a few minutes before it starts to drive you crazy and you begin to babble on about your morning and anything else you can think of just to keep away the feeling of impending doom that has begun to fill the room. You talk to yourself for about a half hour before you snap.

"You gotta talk to me, Greg." You tell him. "I can't do this. I can't just sit here and pretend like nothing's wrong when it's obvious that something is." He doesn't do anything and you're about to start pulling your hair out when he finally speaks.

"Stacy came to see me." His voice is so soft you don't hear him.

"What?"

"Stacy. She was here when you were gone." You hear him loud and clear this time and you feel sick.

The one person you vowed to protect him from, over his father, over Tritter, was Stacy Warner. And then the moment you're gone, she swoops in and breaks him like she always does. Your fists clench as a white hot rage seizes through you. Greg can see the anger in your eyes.

"Don't hate her, Jimmy." He tells you in almost a warning tone.

"Why not, Greg?" You yell, your anger getting the best of you. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't despise her?"

"Because she's not worth it." He says, speaking from experience. Your rage subsides slightly and your fists unclench but you're still angry despite House's plea.

You'll always hate Stacy Warner. You'll just never let House know.

A/N: Just got finish watching House and it has the almost amazing scene for House/Wilson fans. That's all I'm going to say. That and Wilson looked really good in street clothes ::smiles and giggles girlishly::