standard disclaimer. No own and all of that.
Back at home Wilson stood in the hallway staring at House's empty bedroom. House's teddy bear sitting on the end of bed seemed to stare back at him. He would be sure to drop that off at the hospital for House. Wilson shut the door and stood staring at himself in the hallway mirror. The place felt so empty with him there. What the hell had happened? Where did he go wrong? Me. Me you. House was constantly repeating it. What the hell did that mean anyway? Me. You. Me you.
Wilson sat down on the couch. The hopefulness or sadness in House's voice every time he repeated his new little mantra was enough to break anyone's heart. Wilson pulled the bottle of bourbon from the coffee table drawer and went to the kitchen. As poured it down the sink House's old voice entered his head. Are we okay? He was always saying that. Are we okay?
We. Me. You. We. Me you. Wilson let the bottle fall into the sink and shatter. "Oh House." Wilson began to cry again. It all made sense. All House had wanted from him was to know that they were okay. Well that and food. For some reason it was pretty clear what "nom" meant now too. "I am so sorry buddy."
Wilson looked around the kitchen as a plan formed in his head. He grabbed the other bottles of alcohol and dumped them down the sink, then tossed the remaining Vicodin pills into the trash. He made his way back to the living room and dialed Cuddy's number. "If I have counseling appointments on the weekends will you watch Greg for me?" Wilson blurted out excitedly as Cuddy answered the line.
"What now? Counseling? For who?" Cuddy's voice almost sounded bored.
"For me. Who else. To stop drinking and being miserable and to be able to take care of House again."
"James, are you high?"
"No. I figured out what House was trying to say. Me You…us! He wanted to know that we were okay!"
"You got a whole life changing epiphany out of a brain damaged man saying "Me you"? And you want me to believe that you are perfectly sane and capable of taking care of Greg again even after you hit him for going out in the snow?"
"Not just any brain damaged man. It was House. Don't you see Cuddy? He is still in there somewhere! He just needs people to listen."
"I knew I should have had you committed along with him while I had the chance. Come get him back. But." Cuddy's voice got very stern. "After this no second chances. I am not going to have you dumping him off at this hospital every other weekend because your sudden jolt of inspiration turned out to be a picture of Jesus someone from EBay carved in a cheese sandwich. One screw up and he is gone. You better stick with that counseling. No drinking. No dosing yourself. And no dosing House either."
"How did you…?"
"I have my sources. And If I ever hear of you hitting him ever again I will call the cops so fast it will make your head spin. You got it?"
"But I thought you said.."
"I said what I thought it would take to get you to pull your head out of your ass and get it together for House. Now do you agree to these terms or not?"
"Yes. Yeah. Of course. Thank you Lisa."
"Don't thank me until you've come back and picked up House. He is down there throwing a fit and driving Cameron crazy. She was sure you'd pull yourself together and come back for him."
"Okay. See you soon." Wilson hung out the phone and raced back to the hospital. "House?"
House froze at the sound of Wilson's voice. The nurse he was about to kick backed gratefully out of the way. "Wilson?"
"Hey buddy." House threw his arms around his long time friend as he approached the bed.
House looked up at Wilson with glistening blue eyes. "Me you?"
Wilson smiled back. "Yeah. We're okay. I can't make any promises but I am going to try really hard okay?"
House seemed to digest this for a minute. He looked back up at Wilson. "Nom?"
Wilson couldn't help but chuckle. "Yeah, buddy. We can stop and get something to eat. I guess I'm paying huh?"
House nodded and slid off the bed. "I guess you two are going home then?" Cameron, who had been observing the unfolding scene, asked.
"I guess so." Wilson replied as he took House's hand.
"You know it isn't going to be as easy as it is in a Lifetime movie right?" Cameron smiled.
"Of course not. I don't think any Lifetime production would dream of casting me or House for a role."
Cameron rolled her eyes. "Yeah. That's what makes it so different."
"You and Chase want to come over for dinner tonight?"
"Nom?" House asked looking at the two of them. The other doctors both laughed.
"See ya tonight." Cameron smiled.
Author's note: I thought about just ending the story here but decided that would be took much of a cop-out. I mean just because Wilson can understand two phrases House says doesn't make things all peaches and cream right? Not to mention it would be WAY to Lifetime movie (not I don't occasionally indulge in such things) to have Wilson just walk away from his current crutches after one epiphany. I mean Cuddy was right...we have all seen miracles turn out to be something someone carved into a cheese sandwich..but then again we have all seen things happen against all odds too. So I guess what I am trying to say is the story isn't over yet. Hopefully someone is still interested and will keep reading...even if it does turn out to be one of those fictional nurses from the institution wanting to see if they are mentioned again =P