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CHAPTER TWENTY: My Eyes are Green, Jealousy

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In his time of shameful failure Wilson ended up staying at House's apartment for two nights before going back home to his wife. He probably would have stayed longer in a way of trying to best to put off the inevitable had he not met the person who shared the apartment with House.

Stacy.

It wasn't that he didn't like her, not at all! She was a great person to have a laugh with and hang out... he just didn't like that she was with House and it was because of this he felt something of a small dislike of her. He watched them together and as much as he didn't want to admit it, even to himself, he felt jealous. Here was the man that he still thought about and here was a woman that could keep up. She was kind but smart mouthed when she needed to be and knew how to deal with House and when to and not to take him seriously.

What made it worse was that what House now had with Stacy looked a lot like what he and House had years ago. Why leave something like that? Why leave something you have that made you happy? Why leave someone who makes you happy?

Wilson was hit with a bout of melancholy from realization from the thought. He didn't have a chance of getting back with House; not in the slightest. He was happy with a beautiful woman and she was smart and could deal with his insanity. To further prove it was how they met. The two met at a paintball tournament the hospital put together. Doctor's vs. Lawyers. How perfect was that?

With his tail between his legs Wilson put in the effort to make up with his wife. It was the only thing he had besides his job. He couldn't be alone. He hated the feeling of having no one there to curl up with at night.

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After work a hungry House was sure he had seen Wilson go into the men's room. Wanting to see if his buddy felt like doing something after work he went in, but wasn't pleased by what he found.

There Wilson stood brushing his already perfect hair and straightening his tie nice and pretty. House glared. He knew this behavior. Had any other person walked in they would have thought something along the lines that Wilson just wanted to look nice, as always. But not House. He knew this. "You're doing it again," He said in a low voice, "aren't you?" He folded his arms and waited for Wilson to put down his brush and give him an answer.

Wilson didn't say anything, only looked over with a shamed expression as if saying Yeah, you caught me.

"What is wrong with you? Just a month ago you promised your wife you wouldn't do it again." Still Wilson said nothing and made sure he had nothing stuck in his teeth. "It's not going to last." House informed him. "She's gonna divorce you because you don't deal well with the guilt and you're going to be on my couch again for another week crying about how much of a disgrace you are." For a moment House knew he looked like the concerned friend who was looking out for his buddy's best interests as well as his wife's. That wasn't what he was going for.

House wanted to think of it as he trying to get his friend to see what he was doing before he actually ruined something that was going to cause him to go crying for about a week about how much of a bad husband he was and the divorce. He didn't want to deal with that for a week. But as much as he wanted to think he was trying to warn Wilson for that reason... he wasn't.

He was jealous.

Why should Wilson go to all the trouble and bullshit of running out and meeting people he may or may not know for a late night rendezvous when House was standing around looking like the concerned friend? To House it all seemed ridiculous. Wilson may have forgotten or was just pretending to have forgotten about what they had, but really, he was sure he was right there out in the open. Surely Wilson looked his way once or twice and thought about it?

Maybe he should say something. Let the man know he was..well, open to the idea? No…no. The man was still married! But he obviously didn't seem to care about that himself, but really, what would he do about Stacy? He couldn't just cheat on her, and he wasn't going to leave her until he was sure he had something for certain. Ahh, this was annoying. Wilson wasn't going to give up his wife unless she got rid of him first.

House suddenly felt a devious idea come over him. He wouldn't tell the Missus that her Mister was cheating again.. no, that would be cruel and unusual.. He could just pester Wilson and hint him in ways that weren't blatantly obvious that would get his guilt going wild that would get him to tell his wife that he was cheating again. Sure, he'd had to deal with a sad and depressed Wilson on his couch again, but hey, think about all the fun he could have later if this all worked like how he had it planned in his head.

Okay, so maybe that was cruel and unusual, but that was House. He was used to doing whatever he could to get what he wanted. He would just have to hope that Wilson didn't catch on to what he was up to.

Oh the fun he was going to have during these next few days!