Chapter 9: My Girlfriend's Back and I'm in Trouble…
House was in his office juggling his ball, a book and his bottle of vicodin. The ducklings were off running test on their newest patient.
"Greg," a voice came from his door that made him drop the juggled objects.
"Stacy?" House looked up to see who it was but he knew her voice anywhere. "What brings you here?"
When Stacy walked farther into the office House could tell she had been crying, the tear streaks on her face were clear of that.
"What's wrong?" He moved as quickly as he could to her side.
"Mark, he wants a divorce." She hugged him and cried into his neck.
House didn't know what to say. On one hand this played into every fantasy he had since the day the split. Though on the other hand, his life was so perfect now he didn't want it to change. "Stacy, I can't. I've met someone, my life is turning around. I'm finally happy.
"Who?" Stacy stepped back in shock. She was leaning against his desk taking in his whole face trying to figure him out. "Dr. Cameron?"
"No," House almost laughed.
"Greg, I love you. I want you. Don't you want me too?" Stacy moved in and kissed him so passionately House forgot what they had been talking about. "Call me when you decided." She said as she exited.
House sat in a seat dumbfounded and confused. What was he going to do?
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As Stacy walked to the elevator she passed Wilson. He noticed she had clearly been crying. "Stacy, what's wrong? Are you Okay?"
"Mark and I are getting a divorce."
"Why are you here?" Wilson was nervous as to what her answer would end up being.
"I came here to mend things with Greg, to tell him how much I missed him and How much I love him." She said hitting the elevator button.
"What did he say?"
"That he's met someone, he never told me who but I have a feeling he's going to leaver her. The way he kissed me…" She placed her hand to her lips in remembrance. The elevator door opened and she smiled, "I have to go, but I'll see you around."
Wilson stood there in disbelief. 'How could he do this to me?' Wilson thought.
As soon as the elevator shut Wilson stormed off to House's, "I don't know everything that just happened here, but from what I do you have two choices. Either me or her." Wilson understood the pain House had to
be in right now thought that didn't make this any easier. Stacy had been the love of House's life. Wilson had just been the best friend.
House didn't say anything. He knew that much already. And it hurt him not to know the answer right away. Shouldn't the correct answer be clearer to him?
Wilson left in the same huff that huff that he had entered.
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At the end of the day House got on his bike and left for home. All the lights were off in the apartment when he pulled up on the sidewalk. House thought for a moment and was sure that Wilson had left the hospital hours ago. As he stepped through the door his worst nightmare had been realized. All Wilson's stuff was missing, he had moved out. There was a note:
Greg,
I'm leaving; make your decision make it truthfully. Whatever your choice know that I will always love you and will always be your friend.
Love, James
Reading this letter brought tears to House's eyes. Still holding the note House climbed into bed and laid there all night restlessly. This was the worst feeling he had ever felt.
Early the next morning he went to work; he hadn't slept a wink the night before and there was nothing at his apartment that didn't remind him either of Stacy or Wilson. There was nothing there worth staying around for, so he went to work to get lost in paper work.
Cuddy walked past House's office and was shocked to see him there so early and even more so when she noticed he was working on his logs from the past six years. She went into his office, "House, what are you doing?"
"I'm working," his voice was not cynical nor mean nor sarcastic. He made no joke, no sexual comment on her clothes. House was almost human when he talked.
"You broke up didn't you, damn it! This is why he called in today."
"What's wrong with him?" House looked up concerned.
"Personal emergency. And I'm guessing it is that he didn't want to see you. No offense." Cuddy was feeling sorry for House. She could see this was killing him and held sympathy for her friend and employee. "I'm sorry Greg, that things didn't work between you and Wilson."
"But they did that's the problem."
"What's the problem?" Cuddy asked.
"I love… No, never mind…" House cutoff and hoped she'd leave. He was about to bare his soul; he couldn't do that, not here, not to Cuddy.
Cuddy knew he didn't want to talk and figured this all had to do with Stacy showing up yesterday. She left to give him time.
As House watched her walk down the hall he reached for the phone and dialed Wilson's number.
"You've reached the phone of Dr. James Wilson, leave a message… Unless it's Greg, I don't want to hear from you. Not now!"
House hung up. And he slammed his head hard into the desk. This was getting the best of him and he couldn't take it any longer. As he lay there on occasion hitting his head again his phone rang and scared him back into reality.
"Greg, dear," it was House's mother.
"Hi mom." House's normal Happy tone with his mother was gone from him. His voice was dry.
"I tried to catch you before you went to work but you were home. You are in rather early today, is there something wrong." Blythe knew something wasn't right with her son from the way he answered the phone.
"It's nothing,"
"Greg, you know better then to lie to me. What is wrong dear?"
"It's Stacy," House finally sighed. "She's getting a divorce and now that she's available. I want her more the anything. I love her, mom. I was just kidding myself when I said I was over her. But when she kissed me I was reminded."
"And what about James?" She asked.
"That's the problem. I love him and I though I was not able to do that anymore. He has proved to me that I am not only capable of loving but I deserve to be loved as well. I was happy. I don't know what to do anymore."
"The answer seems clear to me son," John's voice came over the phone and House almost jumped. "When you were living with Stacy you weren't happy. You were just as cynical as you are now and bitter then anyone has the right to be. Christmas you were different. You were happy. Never in your life have I seen you like that. You love that doctor and he loves you. IF you ask me the choice is simple." John sighed.
