"I make them good girls go baaaad. I make them good girls go, good girls go BAD!" Abigail tried to suppress her laughter, but resistance was futile. She burst out laughing, tears streaming from her face as she watched Wilson dance around singing Cobra Starship. He turned down the music and turned to face her, his slightly chubby cheeks turned almost crimson with embarrassment. Abigail was resting on the balls of her feet, arms wrapped around her stomach clutching her sides and she continued to laugh and fight for air. "I...uh...I'm just getting ready for an oncologists' meeting," Wilson said.
"I wish I had a video camera!" she managed to say in between laughs. "Ooh owwww," she suddenly moaned, inhaling sharply.
"What? What is it?" A spasm of pain shook her entire body.
"It's the pain," she responded. "From the porphyria." Wilson really didn't want to leave her, but Cuddy would kill him if he didn't represent the hospital at this meeting. "I'll be fine. Just go." He knew he couldn't leave her, but he couldn't call Cuddy. He couldn't take her away from Rachel. Oh boy, he thought. There was only one other person he could call, and he really didn't want to.

House was asleep on the couch with Cuddy on top of him. Their breathing was slow and calm. *Brrring!* The ringing pierced through the still darkness of House's apartment. *Brring! Brring!* "Answer the phone, House," came Cuddy's sleepy voice.
"OK, just go back to sleep," he said softly, stroking her hair. "Hello?" he answered tiredly.
"House. It's Wilson. Listen. Abigail's having some pain thing from the porphyria. I need you to come over while I go to this meeting."
"Sure thing." Wilson was surprised in a way, but House wouldn't let someone suffer alone that wasn't himself, especially if he thought the suffering was worth it. "I have to go Wilson's. Just try to sleep, I'll be back soon," he told Cuddy. He knew she probably wouldn't remember what he just told her so he left a note as well, then slowly slid out from underneath her, covered her with a blanket, and left the apartment.

Wilson had left the door unlocked so House could come in without Abigail having to get up to answer the door. When House walked in he saw Abigail laying on the couch on her stomach, face buried in a pillow. At first he thought she was asleep, but her eyes met his when he approached. She then indicated a small note on the table beside the couch and House took it. House, Give her half a Vicodin, nothing more. I'll be back as soon as I can. -Wilson House brought Abigail a glass of water and broke one of his vicodins in half. "Here," he said, holding out his hand, "take this." She obliged and he took two of his own and turned on the TV. "You like monster trucks?" he asked.
"I don't know," she said.
"There," he said, pointing to one of the trucks. "That's Gravedigger."
"Cool."
"Yup," he said, rubbing his thigh furiously. Abigail watched him intently for a few seconds while he focused on the TV, then spoke.
"Stop it." His eyes followed hers down to his hands covering his right thigh.
"It hurts," he responded tersely.
"I know it does," his eyes met hers again. "But if you keep focusing on it it's not gonna stop."
"How can I not focus on it? It ALWAYS hurts. Just because I want it to go away doesn't mean it will."
"I know. So, what's so good about Gravedigger?"
"Are you kidding me?" House then described Gravedigger's atributes and the other trucks' flaws while Abigail continued asking questions. Soon they were both commenting on the rally in front of them as if they were two sportscasters engaging in banter. Abigail finally fell quiet as she fell asleep. House got up to get a glass of water when he realized the pain had subsided substantially. He smiled. She was trying to help him. Just like Wilson, he thought.

When Wilson returned around midnight he found House sitting by the couch sleeping, one hand on Abigail's dark hair as she slept. He heard Wilson approach and woke up. "Thank you," Wilson whispered. House stood up to leave when Wilson told him he could stay on the couch as he picked Abigail up. She had muscle, but she wasn't too heavy. House looked back at him and Wilson gave him a look that said "Don't worry." He knew House couldn't help because of his leg. Abigail woke to the feeling of being carried and sighed. "Shh," Wilson said, stroking her hair. She put her legs around his torso to help him carry her and fell back asleep. She had been in so much pain. He put her in bed and, after seeing that House was back asleep, went to bed himself.
The last thought that House had before he went to sleep was how good a team Wilson and Abigail seemed to make. He was caring, but not too mushy. She was her own person, but not filled with too much angst. He was glad for Wilson, hoping his friend could keep at least one woman in his life.