A/N: Umm…skims over Finding Judas and Merry Little Christmas, yes the episode you were all waiting for. :D OK, R&R! Oh, yeah picks up where the last chapter left off…sorry about the alternating you know. People telling the story. Whatever. I cant think right now :D Oh, and I took the "Pain" schpeal from Euphoria…number two I believe. :D
HOUSEHOUSEHOUSEAmelia ran from Wilson's office and back into House's. He was sitting in his chair, looking outside at the dark night. He jumped a little and turned when he heard the glass door slam.
"Hey, there you are. Where've you been? Never mind, let's just go." He said, turning and wincing as he grabbed his backpack.
"Well, I just had a really interesting conversation with James." She said, glaring at him. He straightened up and looked at her.
"What did he tell you?"
"Well, he started out by telling me all about your little prescription writing…thing. Why would you do that, Dad? How could you do that?"
"Amelia…it's really complicated and you just don't get it…so just stay out of it." He started to walk out the door. "Come on, let's go home."
"No! Dad, how complicated could it be? You went behind Uncle James' back and forged his name! That's illegal!" she grabbed his arm, the right one, the one that hurt.
"OW! Damn it, Amelia, don't you think I know that's illegal? Don't you think I get it without you and Wilson jumping all over me about it? You two have never been in pain! Never." He looked out the door and rubbed his shoulder, then whispered, "And I hope to hell that you never are." He looked her square in the eyes. "This has been my default position from day one, and it's not going to change: Pain makes you make bad decisions. Fear of pain is almost as big of a motivator. OK?"
He waited to see if she got it.
"I got it. But you still shouldn't have done it…do you know the situation you've put him in?"
"OF COURSE I DO! DON'T YOU GET WHAT I'M SAYING!" He screamed, rattling the windows a little. She shrank back, then stood up straight.
"I'm not afraid of you, or what you could "do". I'm staying the night with Uncle James." She said, and left the room, walking slowly with her head held high.
At least until she turned the corner. When she reached Wilson's door, she slumped against it and buried her head in her hands and cried. Her sobs echoed down the hallway, and Wilson heard them and opened the door.
"Amelia! Are you ok?" he knelt down to the floor and sat down next to her, wrapping his arms around her. "What happened? You tell him?"
"Uh huh…" she hiccupped.
"What did he say?" he asked quietly.
"He said…something about how pain makes you make bad decisions and he knows it was wrong…"
"But he doesn't care." Wilson stated and looked up to see House standing hidden in the corner, not saying a word. He looked Wilson in the eye and nodded.
Then he turned and left without Amelia seeing.
"Can I stay the night with you, Uncle James?" she whispered in his arms.
"Sure. Of course. But…we're going to have to wait for the bus."
HOUSEHOUSEHOUSEThe next day, Amelia came back to the hospital with Wilson, bags under her red rimmed eyes. It had been a hard night for both her and Wilson. She was hungry and stopped in her Dad's office to grab some loose change to get something from the vending machine. However, he was sitting there in his office, staring angrily at his desk.
She let the door bang shut again to announce her presence. He looked up and saw her. "Hey," he muttered coolly. "How was Wilson's?"
"Fine." She said quietly. "Um, can I have a dollar, Dad?"
"Sure." He reached into his pocket and drew one out, handing it to her.
"Thanks. Are you ok?" she asked, seeing him wince whenever he moved.
"They…cut me to two pills every six hours. I'm in unbearable, excruciating pain right now." He stated matter-of-factly.
"I'm sorry." She turned and left, leaving him alone with his thoughts, leaving him alone with the thought that he was losing his daughter.
HOUSEHOUSEHOUSEIt was hard. Amelia spent the rest of the day watching her father be in pain, knowing there was nothing she could do about it. No matter how angry she was at him, she still loved him and didn't want to see him suffer. And she certainly didn't want James to tell on him.
But everyone has a breaking point, and Amelia understood that when she was walking back from the bathroom on the balcony and saw her Dad wind his fist up and punch Chase right in the face.
"DAD!" She screamed, and he looked up at her, the pain clear in his blue eyes. She ran down the stairs and leaned next to Chase. "Robert, are you ok?" she asked, gently touching his face, which was starting to bruise up.
"You…I can't believe you! What the hell was that for?!" she asked incredulously, but House just turned and walked away, leaving Amelia alone to help pick up the pieces.
HOUSEHOUSEHOUSE"How could you do something so…completely and utterly irresponsible? How could you just give him up just like that? Don't you care about him?" Amelia yelled at Wilson.
"Amelia, yesterday you were so pissed at him that you would have given him up yourself! He's out of control. He has a drug problem, and those 2 months in rehab are going to get him all cleaned up, and you don't need to worry. You're going to be fine, I'll take care of you, and all of this will go away. You'll both be a lot happier." He tried to soothe her. They were in his office, and she'd just been told by House that Wilson had ratted on him.
"No! It's not going to be fine! You know that he will never take the deal, you know it! You knew that, you knew that when you ratted! You know he's too stubborn, and what the hell am I supposed to do? I would NEVER have ratted on him, and I thought you never would either." She whispered.
"I'm…sorry. I truly am. But it's best for him. When he's detoxing, he'll realize that he has a problem, and he'll go to rehab."
She just turned and left.
HOUSEHOUSEHOUSEShe went home with Wilson. When she watched him shuffle out of the hospital without giving her a second thought, she went home with Wilson. She forgave him, and came to the realization that he was right.
That night, she was stretched out on her bed in his hotel room, asleep, her head cradled in her arm, as Wilson made phone call after phone call.
"House? House, where are you? I know you're there. Pick up the phone!"
He ended up yelling into the phone, which woke her up. "James, what's going on?"
He looked at her with fear written all over his face and said, "We've got to go. Now. Something's wrong, I can feel it." She grabbed her coat and was out the door, following him.
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Wilson jammed his key into the lock as fast as was humanly possible and rushed into the apartment. She followed him and looked around. There was an empty bottle of scotch sitting on the table. She didn't see him at first, but Wilson did.
He jumped over the table and looked at him. That was when she noticed him.
"DAD!" She jumped next to him. He was in bad shape. There was an orange prescription bottle laying next to him. He'd puked all over himself and seemed to be in between consciousness. "Dad?" she asked, starting to cry.
Wilson picked up the prescription bottle. "Zebalusky." He read off. "My patient…the one who died this morning. His Oxycodone prescription. Son of a bitch…" he threw the bottle on the floor next to him and stood up. Amelia took it and looked at it.
"Dad, you…you stole it from the pharmacy?" his eyes took over the glazed look and tried to register what was going on. She set it down gently next to him, unbelieving.
"Come on, Amelia. Let's go." Wilson helped her up. And then they left.
And House, even in his half conscious state, knew that it was over. He'd lost her.
HOUSEHOUSEHOUSEA/N: OMG, emotional chapter much? LOL. I hated House as I wrote this…but I thought it turned out fairly decent. R&R!
