Author's Note: I don't own "Will you Still Love Me" by the Shirelles and "Hit the Road Jack" by Ray Charles, and "Rhapsody in Blue" by George Gershwin. Have fun!

Love,

Citrine


Jenna had been basically cried herself into a sleep when her door suddenly opened. Jumping up, she saw House walk in. Without saying a word he hobbled over to the dog crates and let them out to roam. She watched as he headed out the door, but then stopped to look at her.

"What's up with you?" He asked.

Jenna quickly rubbed her eyes.

"Nothing." She answered.

"Yeah right." He said. "Look, wallow in whatever misery you are in, but our resident cook and I had a bit of a discussion. You know, big person word for argument, so if you are hungry get your ass out here because I am not serving you."

Jenna gave him a look.

"What did you guys argue about?"

But House was not having it.

"Come out or not, I don't care." He said and left the room.


James was angry to say the least as he walked into the bar. He was stressed from work, Tucker's now impending marriage, and most of all his argument with House. The two could squabble over the stupidest stuff sometimes.

He sighed. He really needed a drink.


Jenna made a quick trip to the bathroom first. When she washed her hands she looked up into the mirror. Pulling on her shirt collar saw the scars and stitching from the stabbings on her neck sticking out like a sore thumb. Her brown hair was growing out, but she still had the ugly bald patch where the attacker had swung the blunt object. Gripping the sink, she began to shake with sobs. She would be in there a few minutes.


After composing herself, Jenna wheeled into the living room where she could hear the dogs barking outside. She looked out the back door to see the two of them running around the lawn, but thankfully not going any further out. James had taught them well. She heard House milling around the kitchen.

"You eating or not?" He asked.

"Sure." Jenna said. "Do you need any help?"

"No."

"We sitting at the table?"

"You can." House said. "I'm watching TV."

Jenna decided to do the same and sat down on the couch. She pulled herself into fetal position, still feeling worn from the day's events. She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to stop a few stray tears from falling. She opened them again to see a bowl in front of her face.

"You gonna take it?" House asked.

"Ice cream?"

"Also known as a sundae."

Jenna repositioned herself and took the bowl. It was just vanilla ice cream with chocolate syrup and whipped cream. House then moved to the other side of the couch with his bowl and grabbed the remote. Jenna was about to take a bite when she stopped.

"You didn't put something in this did you?" She asked.

"Roofies."

"I have enough knock out drugs." Jenna answered. "Plus you love James too much, he'd be a better candidate."

"I'd like to give him a knock out." House growled.

"What was that?"

"Nothing."

The dogs began scratching at the door signaling they wanted in.

"I'll get them." Jenna said. She got into her wheelchair and opened the back door. The dogs bounded in.

"I am guessing you didn't feed them." Jenna answered.

"Wilson's job, not mine."

Jenna sighed and led them into the kitchen and took care of feeding Holmes and Little Wilson. She returned to a soupy sundae which she ate slowly as the two watched the television.


"Jim!"

James cringed when he heard his name called. Of all the bars he could go to, the one which is ex-friend, liver lobe recipient, and pretty much cause of his and House's recent argument would venture into.

"Tucker." James said trying to fake his pleasantries.

The thin haired, wide eyed man patted James on the back and of course sat right down next to him.

"Didn't think I'd run into you again!" Tucker said happily.

"Small world." James said sipping his bourbon. "No Ashley?"

Tucker shook his head.

"She is finishing up some work and wedding plans." He answered. "I just stepped out for air."

"Ah."

"So what about you?" Tucker asked. "Have you found someone special?"

James swallowed a little harder than he would have liked.

"You could say that."

Tucker grinned.

"So tell me about her!" He said. "I hope you bring her to the wedding."

"Crap." James thought tiredly.


You gonna tell me what you and James fought about yet?" Jenna asked.

"You gonna tell me why you let loose the waterworks?"

Jenna shrugged.

"Eye for an eye."

House looked at her.

"You first."

Jenna sighed.

"My psychiatrist asked me why I haven't been sleeping well and basically wanted to get to the bottom of my soul. Just...got upset I guess telling her how I felt about this whole paralysis, no suspect against who attacked me, and the ugly Tim Burton wannabe actress scars thing."

"Boring."

"Well duh, not exactly mind blowing." Jenna answered. "I'm human last time I checked."

House, dull with the television, lowered the volume, then moved over to the piano.

"So what are you and James upset about?"

Greg began to play some tunes.

"None of your business."

"You asked me about why I was upset."

"Should have known it wouldn't have been interesting."

Jenna sighed annoyingly.

"Should have known you never honor deals."

She got into her wheelchair and moved near the piano.

"Well, he'll be back." She said.

Greg said nothing.


"No way, you and that House guy!" Tucker exclaimed. "That doctor who was dripping wet when he stormed into my hospital room saying he might have found me a liver! Wow!"

James shrugged sipping his second drink.

"Yup."

He had hoped his proclamation of being with a man, a man who by in large was known for his great medical, but poor social skills would shoo Tucker away and he could cool off in peace.

"Well Jim." Tucker said clearing his throat. "As long as he makes you happy, that's all that matters right?"

"I like to think that."

"Well if you want to bring him to the wedding you're more than welcome to, I am sure Ashley won't mind. She has a few gay friends herself!"

"Uh...great." James said nervously.

Tucker then leaned in closer.

"Actually I am glad Ashley isn't here right now." He said. "There is something I need to ask you."


"You guys are crazy."

"Oh you finally noticed."

"You know not everyone can tell people off like you can." Jenna said her arms crossed. "He was just practicing decorum."

Greg had finally relented and told Jenna briefly about the Self Important Jerk and the Wimpy Oncologist.

"Tucker sound like a loser though." Jenna said. "And James only did it because he played the friend card. I am sure he learned his lesson."

"You don't know him like I do." Greg said as he played away.

"Why didn't you just tell him you were worried about him instead of getting up in his face?"

"I wasn't worried."

"Of course you are." Jenna said. "You are worried that this Tucker person is going to do something that's going to cost James again. And when it affects James it affects you. I mean he did have a major operation to help him and he did it because he wanted Tucker to be around for his wife and daughter. Unfortunately this guy just tricked them all so he could go back to shagging the teenager. That's low."

"Try telling that to Wilson."

Jenna lifted herself out of the wheelchair and sat down on the piano bench.

"Hey!" House said.

"You know, with all the two you have been through, you're not going to break up over something as petty as this." Jenna said. "It's just a case of two stubborn jackasses butting heads."

"There's going to be a case of annoying paralyzed woman invading personal space and the solution is not pretty!"

"Its going to all blow over tomorrow anyway."

"Shut up."

"Oh will he still love you tomorrow!" Jenna sang throwing her arms comically in the air.

"Oh God help me."

"Tonight he's yours completely! You gave your love so sweetly!"

"Shut up!"

"So tell him now and he won't ask again!"

"Don't make me hurt you!"

"Will you still love him tomorrow!"


James stormed angrily out of the bar. He was fuming.

"Hey Jim!"

"It's James!"

"James, hey, what is up with you!" Tucker said catching up to him

"Of all the things you could ask me to do for you, you still come up with something so ridiculous!"

"I don't see what the problem is!"

James turned to him angrily.

"You just asked me, no, played the sympathy game, so I could give you money!"

"It's just a little cash!" Tucker argued. "Look Ashley wants-"

"I don't give a damn about what Ashley wants!"

"But I want it to be a gift!"

"A gift that I give you to give to her, so basically its from me to her! A gift of over, oh let's see ten grand!"

Tucker shrugged.

"You're a doctor...and a friend."

James pointed his finger at the surprised man.

"That doesn't work with me anymore Tucker."

"Jim-"

Wilson glared at him.

"James." Tucker corrected. "Ashley found a really nice home. I want to be able to give it to her, but after everything I did job-wise after I was cured of my last cancer, I got laid off and things have been tight. I don't want to break her heart and I'm sure you don't want to."

James breathed hard.

"You don't want to break Ashley's heart?" He said. "But you had no problem breaking Melissa's and your daughter's? Why were they so different from your beloved Ashley?"

Tucker couldn't answer that.

James sighed angrily.

"You really disappointed me Tucker" James said. "You know House, he was right about you and of course I didn't want to listen to him. You're nothing but a self important jerk. You played me and your family for fools and I risked my own life because I thought you saw the light. And I nearly fell for it again."

"Oh so you regret letting me live!?" Tucker yelled. "You wanted me to die?"

Wilson shook his head.

"And there you go, all about you." He said. "No, I don't regret letting you live. I'm a doctor. When I save a life, I'm happy. I went even further because you were my friend and I had hoped that maybe the experience would better us both as people. Now I see I was wrong. I'm glad you are still alive Tucker, but as a person, as House would say, you suck!"

He pulled the invitation out of his pocket.

"And here's what I have to say about your upcoming wedding."

He tore the invite in half and let the wind fly the pieces..coincidentally into Tucker's face.

"Consider that my RSVP. Have a nice life."

And with that James walked away.


"You're a terrible singer."

"I'll have you know I sang in school and did quite well thank you."

"They lied."

"Oh and like you're Gershwin."

House began playing Rhapsody in Blue and Jenna's eyes widened.

"Okay, guess you are."

House was jamming on the piano with Jenna being his lounge singer. The dogs were curled up nearby gnawing on some rawhide bones. House started playing "Hit the Road Jack" by Ray Charles and Jenna began to move singing to the music with House singing along as well.

"I'll have to pack my things and go, that's right!" The two belted. House smiled a little and then looked down and saw something and stopped.

"Jenna?"

"Hmm, why did you stop?"

"Sing that again and move like you were."

Jenna gave him a look.

"Just do it!"

"Don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more, hit the road jack!" Jenna sang.

House stopped again.

"Why do you keep doing that?" Jenna asked.

"You don't see it or feel it?"

"What?"

"Just look down and do what you just did."

Jenna made a face and did what was told. She gasped.

"Oh my god." She whispered. "It's..."

"Yeah."

She looked up at House then looked back down.

"Guess I gotta make up some new insults for you now."

Jenna bite back a happy sob. She wanted to pinch herself wondering if this was a dream, but knew it wasn't.

She felt and saw her feet tapping to the music.


James felt like what he called Greg on many occasions, a true ass. Not that Greg had done any better. Actually threatening their relationship over that jerk Tucker. But still, he knew he had a little groveling to do. He picked up a bottle of House's favorite scotch, not exactly a cheap one either, and some takeout. Not exactly the kind of romantic make up one would do, but this was a one of a kind relationship. Standing in front of the door, he took a deep breathe and opened it.

"Come on, move it!" House yelled.

"You move it!"

"Hey I'm the one in pain and still doing this!"

"This was your idea!"

James was taken aback and watching in awe. Jenna was not in her wheelchair, but on the walker with Greg standing beside her. Slowly but surely, she was taking tiny steps while the dogs each gnawed on an extra long rawhide bone each. It was going to be their graduation gift if they passed training class in a couple of weeks, but if it got them to sit still while Jenna was walking, he could always buy them a new gift.

"You know if I fall, are you going to be able to catch me?" Jenna asked.

"I'm crippled, not weak." House said. "As long as I can keep your weight off my leg it'll be fine now move!"

"I am!"

"My grandma walks faster than you!"

"Your grandma died forty years ago."

Greg and Jenna turned to see James in the doorway.

"Wilson." Greg uttered.

"Ack House!" Jenna yelled as she slipped. Greg grabbed onto her just as James ran over.

"What is going on in here?" James asked. "Jenna, you're moving!"

"Like a drunk snail." Jenna said with a smile. "But yeah."

"A drunk, salted snail has more speed than you."

Jenna glared at House

"My fists aren't paralyzed you know!" She panted. "Can we please take a little break?"

"No."

"Yes!" James said and grabbed Jenna's wheelchair.

Jenna slid into it and tried to catch her breath.

"This is amazing!" James said happily. "You are beginning to walk again! How did this happen all of a sudden?"

Jenna smiled at James.

"Ask the maestro." She said pointing to Greg who reddened slightly. "He was the one who first noticed."

James looked over at Greg.

"Played some music, saw her foot tapping, rest is history."

"Man of so many words." Jenna said.

James stood back up and approached House. After staring at him for a moment, he took Greg's face in his hands and kissed him warmly.

Jenna sensing the two needed their moment, quietly wheeled herself into her room shooing the dogs with her, and with a quiet 'good luck guys', shut the door.

James put his forehead on Greg's chin.

"Took a bar run?" Greg said having tasted the bourbon on James's lips.

"I'm sorry." He uttered. "Once again you were right."

"When I am not?"

"I ran into Tucker." James said. "And he did indeed want something from me."

House pulled apart so they were at arms length.

"Please tell me whatever it is, you said no." He begged.

James nodded.

"He wanted me to give him money so he can give Ashley some house she wants." James said. "It wasn't because he wanted to see his friend, to thank him for all he did, it was because he needed something. You know if it had been for Melissa because she was in a bind or their daughter for college, I'd do it in a heartbeat. But he never thinks of them, all he thinks of is what he wants."

Greg wrapped his arms around James.

"I pulled a House." James said.

"You whacked him in the kneecaps with your cane?"

James chuckled.

"Basically told him exactly how I felt." He said. "That's he's a self important jerk, that he disappointed me. I sealed it all by ripping up his wedding invite, and threw it in his face."

Greg grinned.

"The grasshopper is learning." He said triumphantly. "Proud of you."

James smiled and kissed Greg again. There was nothing more he wanted now than to be with the man he loved.

"Sorry I wasn't here for you and Jenna tonight." He said as they walked into the bedroom.

"You don't always have to be." House said as he began unbuttoning James's shirt. "But you came back, that's what matters."

James let Greg lower him down to the bed, but both of them, too tired from the days events forgo-ed making love in exchange for some nude cuddling, their warmth and closeness of each other lulling them in a deep sleep.

Jenna meanwhile stayed up, plotting.