Author's Note: A lot of people have mentioned that for House and Wilson to call each other Greg and James (or Jimmy), like I do in my stories, seems a bit OC. I see it this way. Calling each other by their first names is more of like their way of calling each other honey or sweetheart. Their version of pet names for each other since they are in a relationship. I mean how many times does House call James a multitude of names like Boy Wonder or Wilson call House an Ass? I doubt if they had been a couple, the idea of calling each other the typical pet names we give our significant others just wouldn't bode well by them. I mean, do you really think they would be your typical couple in love?

Enjoy!

Love,

Citrine

Life was pretty routine at the House/Wilson abode during that first week. Jenna would be out the door just after the doctors left. She did her physical therapy, meet with her psychiatrist and/or Taub, have lunch with the ducklings, with Wilson and House, or sometimes alone if they were all busy, then it was back to the rehab room where she was allowed to continue her exercises. The less time she was alone, the safer she was.

The one day that House and Wilson were alone and Jenna was at the hospital did House decide to snoop. Wilson was thoroughly spent after a good romp under the sheets and was contently napping, so House took that as his opportunity.

Hobbling into her room Greg did a scan. She really didn't pimp it out as much as he thought she would. Sarah was laying asleep on the bed. The cat indeed take a liking to its new guest.

House decided to start in the bathroom. Peeking into the shower he didn't see anything of interest. Just the shampoo, conditioner, soap, and shaving accoutrements any woman would have. Not even a rubber ducky.

Then he checked the bathroom cabinet and drawers Again, dullsville, just hair stuff, deodorant, and some medicine. What, no condoms!?

Underneath the sink Jenna just kept her tampons, ew, and a hair dryer.

'Dammit, now I have to contend with two hair fanatics!" He thought.

The closet didn't hold much to the imagination. Not even a dress, just some shirts, pants, and jeans. Though her mother and sister had been under a time crunch anyway, wasn't like she had a real personal shopper.

Okay this was boring as he went to her dresser. Maybe the night clothes drawer held some fun stuff. He peeked in and just saw oversized shirts and pajamas. Nothing remotely interesting. Closing the drawer in frustration, he geared himself up for what he believed would make up for his current failure at finding anything remotely sensual or naughty about the nice nurse. The underwear drawer! Rubbing his hands together he excitedly opened the drawer and peeked inside!

And was thoroughly disappointed. No sexy nothing, just regular panties and plain colored bras!

"What the hell is up with this woman!?" He yelled.

"What the hell are you doing!"

House jumped and saw Wilson standing in the doorway with his arms crossed and an annoyed look on his face.

"I think Jenna is depressed." House exclaimed ignoring James's obvious aggravation. "What woman doesn't keep sexy underwear?"

"What does underwear have to do with depression?" James asked.

"Oh come on you read those lady magazines just as much as I do."

"We didn't read them. We looked at the pictures."

"You pervert, I prefer the articles." Greg said as James approached. "And they all say that a woman should own naughty underwear to help her feel sassy! But jeez, she's like wearing tighty whities for women except they some have a cute color or print! But not even a thong! She is a classic case."

James sighed.

"I mean just look at these!" House exclaimed holding up a pair. It's awful, just plain awful."

"Will you put that away!" James yelled his face immediately turning red. "Jenna will be home any minute!"

"She already is and what are you guys doing?"

They turned to see Jenna sitting in the doorway in her wheelchair, like James had, a none too happy look on her face.

"Uhhh." James uttered while House just threw the underwear in the drawer and closed it. "He was, I mean-

"Just looking through my underwear."

"You said it, not me." House started.

James hung his head.

"It was all him." He could only muster pointing at House.

Jenna shook her head.

"Sorry guys, my Victoria's Secrets are at the cleaners." She said. "Plus, I didn't really like the idea of my mother and sister buying sexy underwear for me. God knows what Patricia would buy!"

She wheeled herself over to the closet.

"I've got laundry to do." She said. "Sorry to disappoint once again, but you won't find anything interesting in here either."

"Already know that." Greg whispered causing James to nudge him the ribs.

With the laundry basket in her lap, Jenna wheeled herself out to the doorway.

"Oh and House?" She said turning to him.

House looked at her.

"You know that deal you and I had about your stuff?"

He nodded.

"It is so off!"

Then with a smirk, she wheeled herself out the room.

"Oh hell no!" He yelled limping after her. "That contract is binding!"

"You never did write it up! It was just verbal."

"You are the guest, I as host have the right to inspect."

"James is the host, not you, and we all know who has more control."

"Oh you really don't know him then!"

James just chuckled as Holmes and Wilson approached him, wanting some love and playtime. He knelt down to to them.

"I think House has met his match." He said as he pet them.

It wasn't to say that life was easy for the three roomies as proven a few weeks later. Well, a pair of lovestruck idiots and a cripple in the making as House had dubbed them secretly. Jenna was having her low days with little progress happening with her leg, James was swamped with patients, and House had a difficult case. They were all tired and pretty much moody. Jenna came home one evening before Greg and James with tears in her eyes and quickly moved into her bedroom shutting the door. It had been a bad day. The psychiatrist really wanted to get into how she felt about the attack, how she REALLY felt.

"Jenna, you try very hard to not let this get to you." The doctor had said.

Jenna nodded.

"But I can see by those rings under your eyes, your constant fidgeting, it is." She said.

Jenna shrugged.

"What do you want me to say?" She said. "I can't let this get to me."

"It is though." Dr. Fenton said. "You're not sleeping well are you?'

Jenna dropped her eyes. It was indeed true.

Flashback

All she could see was black and silver. All she could feel was pain. The endless slicing, the flow of blood, her voiceless screams. She couldn't fight, couldn't move. Suddenly, a loud boom, like a gunshot ripped through the air and the next thing she knew she was sitting up, panting, sweating like no tomorrow.

"Jenna, Jenna!"

She turned to see House and Wilson, both in their robes looking down at her. Obviously she had interrupted something spicy. Wilson knelt beside her bed.

"James?" She said between a pant.

"Yeah, hey." He said putting his hand on her shoulder. "You were having a nightmare. You okay?"

"Does she look okay?" House said obviously pissed. "Like you would look great after having a freaky dream, and I don't mean the good kind."

Jenna started shaking as James turned on the light. Thankfully power hadn't been lost.

"You certainly have some lungs on ya." House said. "We heard your screams of fright all the way from our bedroom. Plus you woke up the drool factories."

Holmes and Wilson were whining and pawing at their crates. Thunderstorms and Jenna's nightmare made for some scared puppies.

"Sorry." Jenna said.

"Don't be." James said. He had gone into the bathroom to fill a glass on the nightstand with water. "Here."

Jenna took the water and drank it down.

"Do you want to talk about it?" James asked kindly.

Jenna shook her head.

"Oohhh, sleepy meds." House said taking the prescription bottle off her nightstand. "Betcha these might help."

Jenna grabbed the bottle from him.

"Trying to tell me something?" She asked.

"Well, I prefer Wilson's screaming over yours to be honest, and I was thoroughly enjoying that before your session!" House said. "And it is 3am and I do think that maybe all of us here want to sleep if you don't feel like Wilson being your shrink."

"I'm good." Jenna said as she started moving towards her wheelchair. "I'm just going to change , pop a pill, and try to sleep."

"Let me get it for you." James said. "Which drawer?"

"Second one." She and House both said. Jenna glared at him.

"I outta slug you." She uttered.

"Couldn't catch me." House answered.

James handed the shirt to Jenna.

"If you need us." He said. "Don't be afraid to wake us up. Try to rest okay?"

"But you aren't sleeping in our bed." House added as James began pulling him out of the room. He knew if House had his way, he'd stay there to watch Jenna change.

"Uh huh." Jenna said as the door closed behind them. She started to pull off her shirt when she sensed something.

"If I catch you peeking." She started. "Your guitars will be my first experiment."

"Damn." She heard an angry utter and the door shut properly.

She smiled and after changing, tried to get some sleep.

End Flashback

The psychiatrist then urged Jenna to talk about how she felt about the whole incident. How the cops still didn't have a suspect, the pain, the paralysis, everything. Jenna felt a little relief after her session, but not much. She went straight home afterward and was now holed up in her room crying on and off again.

The front door angrily opened early that evening.

"What the hell is your problem!?" James yelled. "It was just a stupid invite!"

"One that you are probably going to accept!" House answered. "I can't believe that idiot even bothered to show his face here!"

"Tucker is still grateful I gave him part of my liver!" James said. " He just wanted to give me the invitation to his wedding in person and let me know his progress."

House tossed his cane on the couch.

"He's marrying the barely legal chick who he pretty much dumped his wife for!" He argued. "The kind wife and daughter who always stood by him while you tirelessly cured his cancer, TWICE, and who you wanted to see him continue living happily ever after with which was of the reasons behind you went under the knife! I am surprised with all of your self-righteousness you didn't shoot him down right away!

"Look, it was the middle of the day." James said. "And he was really pouring on the gratitude."

"Probably fake as hell." House yelled. "Not like you could see that."

"It would be unprofessional to act like a bastard at my job."

"Why can't you stop letting people like him walk all over you!?"

"Oh like you don't?"

"At least when I do it, you normally aren't afraid to fight back."

James sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

"It was a big surprise to me too." He said. "Had the invitation just came in the mail, I would RSVP no. But Tucker really seemed genuine. I didn't have a right to just throw my personal opinions at him."

House couldn't believe his ears.

"You are so damn gullible!" He said. "And what if something else of his breaks down, like a kidney or a lung? You just going to let him sweet talk you and you'll be right there? I am still so damn angry you even agreed to do that with your liver when you knew the guy was going to go right back to the way he was!?"

"I didn't know!" James yelled. "And I don't regret what I did!"

"Your considering it, aren't you?" House said. "You are really thinking of going to this wedding?"

"So what if I go?" James yelled. "I'll just do what you do. Sit there at the ceremony and nearly throw up from probably the no doubt ostentatious ceremony, eat some food, get drunk, come home. Hell you can be my date."

"Until he pulls you aside and says he needs something!" House yelled. This has motive written all over it. I mean it, don't do it James or else."

James crossed his arms.

"Or else what?" He said. "You don't tell me what to do."

Greg looked him right in the eyes.

"Then don't expect me to be waiting for you this time." He said sternly. "Maybe I'll check that old hotel of yours and see about a vacancy for myself because obviously Tucker still has a hold on you. I don't want to go down that path again."

James looked at House in surprise.

"You know what, why don't you do that?" James said hoarsely. "Because I sure as hell don't want to go down the same path with you either! Oh wait, I have been doing that for the last twenty years! Screw you!"

Grabbing his coat, he walked out the door, slamming it behind him.