Dear Guest,

House never said that he wouldn't tell Wilson, he said he didn't want Cuddy telling him. He's human, he's scared and not sure what he wants to do, all he knows for sure is that he wants it to be his decision when it comes to who knows and who doesn't. This will get explained a little more in the following chapters. House never want's anyone to see the scars, but he'd never told anyone about the rapes until Wilson, and he'd never kissed a man. Right now he just wants to keep them a secret. I really hope you like this chapter and the next one.

Thanks for taking the time to review,

Nicole

Dear Anon,

I don't see House as an angel by any means, he pushes people away even though he doesn't really want to be alone. He's been hurt too bad too early in his life to have much trust, so he either allows someone to get close because he's okay with them hurting him or he pushes them away. Then again he pushes the people he want's to let close because he gets scared or gets hurt sometimes when he didn't expect it. The more I reveal his history the more it'll make sense, this version of House is really fucked up. He's never dealt with his issues because that would involve something called trust which he hardly has. He finds this humilating and embarrassing, as if he wasn't a strong enough man to prevent it. In this story House doesn't think he can be fixed, not really. He thinks he's too fuck up, to broken to really ever be anything more than he is now. I do think sharing is key in a relationship, but forcing someone isn't good either. Niether one of them is handling this good, House should open up and see what happens, and Wilson should back off and let House open up at his own pace, but in real life people usually aren't perfect. That's what makes it interesting. :) Anyways, hope you like the next couple of chapters.

Thanks for the review,

Nicole

Wilson stretched as he woke up to find himself naked and looked over to see Julie. A year ago this would have been normal, him in his bed, in his house, laying naked with his wife. Being that this was the present though, this was... different. He hadn't come here looking to get back with Julie, even thought he had really felt like he connected with her again and the sex... had been good until this moment when he felt a burn of guilt. He tried to push it aside, for all he knew this was their break-up and he hadn't ran away, no House had thrown him out. He felt Julie move and decided to not think about House at the moment and instead to see how Julie was. "Hey," he said laying on his side and kissing her forehead.

Julie opened her eyes and smiled, "Hey, what time is it?"

He peeked over her, "It's six-thirty, you want me to go make us some coffee?"

"No, that's fine. We're not married anymore you know," She said and stretched.

Wilson sighed, "No, but maybe we learned somethings from our relationship," he said and swallowed, "maybe we could do it better a second time around." He let his fingers move some hair out of her face, "Maybe this time we wouldn't take for granted what we have."

Julie smiled at him and sighed, "James, I love you and always will, but... we had our chance. I don't want to give it another shot, we were lucky that we grew from our divorce and I'm happy with where we are at. What happened last night, was great, but I don't want it to change everything. I'm really happy were we are, aren't you?"

He was a little crest fallen, he'd expected her to jump on the offer but instead she'd shot him down. "Um, yeah, I just thought that you might want to give it another shot. Last night you gave me the impression that you missed what we had and that you still had feelings for me."

She nodded, "I do miss you and have feelings for you. I missed talking to you James, and I love you, you know that, but like I said, I'm happy with how things are."

Wilson smiled and nodded some, "Yeah, you're right. Things are good, no reason to start rocking the boat."

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House woke up and looked to his left side to see a covered person beside him. He closed his eyes hoping that the fight had just been a nightmare and pulled the cover back some to see long dark brown hair and swallowed his sorrow. He had a hell of a hang over and his leg was hurting so bad is was clouding his mind. He needed his medication NOW! He looked at the wheelchair to see it was to far away for him to get too and looked back at Cuddy. It was only four-thirty and he didn't want to wake her up yet. He was suddenly overloaded with images that shook him to his core, she'd seen what they engraved on him, he'd told her about his father beating him and his mother watching. He felt a panic in his chest as he tried to calm down and he felt his leg force his attention on it for the moment as his hands tried to kneed the pain away.

He worked on it for a good forty-five minutes before it finally let up some and then he tried to come up with a plan. He knew he had no choice but to fall out of the bed so that he could crawl over to his wheelchair, provided he could get up in his as shitty as he felt. He threw his pillow down on the ground to help soften the landing. He scooted to the edge and went for it, falling as good as he could have, but it took another ten minutes of kneading his thigh to convince it of that. He got to the wheelchair and tried to get up, it took him two tries but he did it and wheeled himself into the living room to look for his pills.

He started to get frustrated when he couldn't find them looking in every spot he could imagine that he or Cuddy would have put them and then wheeled back into the bedroom. He looked through the clothes he'd been wearing that were folded up in a chair and then noticed a bulge in the pocket of Cuddy blue jeans that were folded and at the foot of the bed, he eyed her and then the jeans again. He rolled over slowly, keeping quiet and lifted the pills from her pocket, then rolled out of the room. Part of him felt a sense of betrayal that she'd taken the pills from him, but another, more rational part of his mind knew she had only done it because she was worried and considering all he'd told her, he couldn't blame her. He popped off the lid and took two of them, knowing that today was going to be a long day.

He couldn't help but wonder where Wilson was, and if he'd be waking up next to someone. He saw his jacket on top of his umbrella holder with the canes and rolled over to it, he looked around for a second and reminded himself that it was too early for Cuddy to be up. He picked it up and smelled the inside of the collar and hugged it closer. "James... I'm sorry I pushed you away, it's just... what you said it hurt so bad, but I was stupid to ask you to leave, I know that, please come back." He said softly hugging the jacket closer. "You would think by now that I would have learned to keep my mouth shut, it always gets me into trouble, at least a third of the times HE would get mad at me it was because of my mouth, then there was Volger and Tritter." He said slightly muffled as he buried his face in the jacket some. "I'm scared... I don't want to lose you, because of my mouth or because of being a burden. Stacy left because I was burden and because the pain caused me to have the nightmares again and fall back into the depression. Would you stay if it was cancer, could you deal with your patients at work and then see me everyday when you came home, or am I asking to much? We've only been dating a week and I know how caring your are, I know you'd stay if I tell you, but would it be because you want to, or because you think it's the right thing to do." He hugged the jacket harder his fingers white from the grip and he took a deep breath smelling James, "I want you to be happy, I don't want you to be miserable with me, you deserve better than that."

Cuddy slowly stepped back to the bed and got under the covers, wrapping them tightly around her as she thought about what she'd just witnessed. She'd never thought about House being afraid of losing Wilson the same way he'd lost Stacy and even though she was sympathetic to his problem her main concern was his health. She grimaced at that though, but he'd been lonely so long and she also knew he wasn't planning on trying again if this didn't work out with Wilson. He'd been as healthy as he could be the last eight years but during it he had been miserable, lonely, and self destructive – even to the extent of attempting suicide. If this was cancer and he lived through it only to lose Wilson along the way, how would his quality of life be, would he drink himself to death or maybe even attempt suicide again? And if he had Wilson, but died because he procrastinated with his medical treatment, no one would win either. She had to find a middle ground. She laid in the bed another twenty minutes still stuck on the same thought and then made a bunch of noise getting up and going to the bathroom. When she was done with the shower and clothed she found him clothed and reading a Medical Journal in the kitchen. "We'll do testing in the morning and I'll bring you back during lunch."

House nodded and swallowed, "Yeah, sounds good."

She could see the some hesitation in his eyes and really wanted to comfort him but was afraid that would scare him off. "I'm going to put it under your real name, but I'll put the file under a privacy lock in the system, so no one but me will be able to access it."

"I'll just grab a hoodie," He said rolling into his room and returning slowly with a huge hoodie that was dark gray with some red dragon design on it. His face was completely covered.

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Wilson felt a bit nostalgic driving to work, the same way he use too and then he got caught by the light. It was Bakers Street and he frowned as he read it, automatically thinking of House. He wondered if House had eaten last night and how drunk he got. Did House have his things already boxed up sitting outside his door, or would he pretend nothing had happened? To be honest he still didn't really know why House had wanted him out. House was the one who watched him ruin his life, all the time knowing his problems and not helping him to fix it.

The light turned and he continued on his way. He knew being mad at House for his issues wasn't going to make anything better, and there was a conflict with him being mad at House. He loved Greg, the way he wasn't predictable, the way he could show so much emotion and close himself off completely, his strength and his love. Wilson knew the reason he'd first wondered if House would let him come back was because he REALLY did want to go back to him. He wanted... no needed, to tell him that he was right and that he was going to work on his issues just like House was trying to work on his. If they were lucky, maybe they could become better, more emotional healthy people together.

Wilson parked his car and quickly jogged inside and away from the brisk wind. He saw Cuddy and waved at her, but instead of waving back she looked startled and quickly escaped to her office. Wilson was confused by the odd interaction as he got on the elevator. If she'd found out about his and House's argument then she probably would have marched right up to him and told him what she thought, therefore it was easy to assume she probably didn't and this was about something else. He walked to he nurses station by his office. "Any messages?" He asked.

"Dr. Cuddy told me to let you know she had to bump your ten o'clock patient, Mr. Litman, one-thirty. She got the patients information and said that she would personally call him and explain the situation."

Brittany said with a smile.

Wilson's smile dropped as he felt like he had a better understanding of why Cuddy avoided him this morning, "And that reason would be?"

Brittany shook her head, "I'm sorry, she didn't say Dr. Wilson."

"It's not your fault, thank you for letting me know," He said walking into his office where he unloaded his briefcase and walked back out. "Brittany, I'm going to go talk to Dr. Cuddy about this reschedule, I should be back shortly if anyone asks." Wilson said and with that he was gone.

Cuddy heard a knocking on her door and House immediately rolled into her closet without a word. She looked back as the closed door and called out, "Come in."

Wilson marched into her office, "Why did you bump my patient's time?"

She swallowed looking at the closet for a moment and then smiled. "I called Mr. Litman and explained the circumstances and he was fine with the change, and I did speak with Brittany and to mine and her knowledge you didn't have any scheduling conflicts with the new time." She explained.

He looked as her with confusion, "I didn't ask how you did it, I asked why."

Cuddy put on her mother superior face, "Because I have a patient who needs that time slot."

"Why can't your patient take the one thirty time slot that you're moving my patient too?" Wilson asked finding this more odd by the minute.

She stood up looking at Wilson with a death stare, "I'm sorry did you at some time in this conversation get the impression that you were my boss? My patient can not be here at the later time, so I specificity looked for a patient who had an earlier appointment, no longer working, that was just here for a follow-up for remission. Mr. Litman fitted all of those needs and was fine with the arrangement, what's your problem with it?"

"What's my problem? My first problem with it is that you didn't come to me and talk about it, instead you decided leaving the message with my secretary was good enough. Second, if you wanted to switch times then you should have let me get a hold of my patient and talk to him about it, I'm his doctor, calling him for me under-minded me to him. And last, I want to know what the hell make's you patient so much more important than the rest of our patients, why couldn't you're patient take the later time or has hanging around House made you start acting like him, at least his patients are critical?" Wilson said in a huff.

Cuddy wished he hadn't made actually good points and swallowed, "You're right, I should have talked to you face to face about the change, it was rude of me not to and the only reason I didn't was I've been super busy this morning. Also I promise you I never meant to under-mind you to a patient, you're my head of Oncology, I think the world of your work; with that said the reason I called him was because I figured changing up the times on you had inconvenienced you enough for one day and didn't want you to have to clean up for me. As for the last part, your right no patient is above the other unless they are circling the drain, which isn't the case of my patient, hopefully. I changed the times because of my mother..."

"Oh God Lisa, I didn't know it was for your mother," He said quickly with concern.

"No... it isn't. The reason I changed the times isn't because the patient can't come later, it's because I won't be here later. Once every couple of years my mother will give my sister and me a call for a 'family meeting', and last time... well I didn't make it and for the last three years of holiday's she's thrown that in my face as solid proof that I don't care about family and it's the reason that I'm still single and without a child. I know it's not a valid reason for bumping your patient, but I just can't go thru another three years of having it thrown in my face." She said with a pleading look.

Wilson melted at the real reason behind the switch, "No, believe me I know how Jewish mothers can be, Lisa, it's a good reason. We all have our mother issues, at least yours hasn't started accusing you of being impudent, at least I hope not."

"Not yet, I was smart enough not to tell her about the in vitro treatments otherwise I'm sure she'd be throwing that at me too." Cuddy said with a sad smile.

"My mother has it stuck in her head that I have to be shooting blanks. I've told her that my wives weren't ready to have kids yet, but she just can't accept that I've been married three time and none of my wives wanted kids. So instead she tells everyone that I'm impudent, her friends from church my old class mates when she runs into them. It's completely embarrassing. She found out that one of my old classmates was a fertility doctor and had her give me and my wife a call." He explained and shuttered. "I don't even want to know what she's going to say about House, if we make it long enough for her to find out. I'm not even talking about the gay thing, which I'm sure would be hard on her, but she's met the great HOUSE, and surprisingly she wasn't impressed with his extensive Jewish and Holocaust jokes."

She looked over at the closet for a second and then back at him. She really wanted him to leave, but he'd been so nice about believing her lie that she didn't want to kick him out. "Maybe he'll grow on her?" She said with a grimace, not even believing it herself.

"Why does he have to treat everyone that isn't somehow significant to him like crap? I was nice enough to invite him over to my family's place for Chanukah, because it was the first holiday's since Stacy left and he was all depressed and I hated leaving him there in that lonely apartment, looking so pathetic. So I do the right thing and invite him and what does he do? He makes religious jokes and ends up getting drunk, he out's the my brother and his wife are getting divorced right there in the middle of dinner." Wilson said with frustration

"Why did you tell him?" Cuddy asked.

"I didn't, he figured it out by their body language... it was horrible Lisa, they hadn't even told the kids yet who were sitting right beside them." He said and shook his head. "Do you think we should just stop this now? I mean, I love him... but he's an ass and he choked when I asked him if he wanted kids, which is code for him not wanting kids and we both know he doesn't change his mind on important things. Lisa I want to have kids, I don't know if I can be happy knowing I'll never have kids, but then again... he loves me and I really do love him. He pisses me off and I want to hate him at times, but I can't and he can be sweet at times." He sighed heavily, "I just don't know if I can go the rest of my life with out a child, and I know House is a lot like a child but it's not the same; I've always wanted to be a dad and my family hates him."

She swallowed hard, "James maybe you should just give it some time, if there is one thing I've learned about House over the years, it's that he isn't predictable. As soon as you think you have him figured out you find out something you never even imagined."

"Like finding out that he's gay for you and has been ass raped over a dozen times," Wilson commented dryly. "Julie suspected he was gay, she said that the way he watched me was too intense. I'm still not sure if he's really in this myself. I mean he's been raped by a lot of men, what if he's just confused and thinks he wants a physical relationship with me. Whenever we try to be intimidate physically he always pulls back or wants to put a halt to it, it just feels like he doesn't know what he wants."

Cuddy frowned, "Or maybe you're just moving a little to fast for a man who's been victimized in sexual way before with a dozen men. James, this isn't easy for him... you know how private he is and how hard it is for him to allow himself to open up about his emotions. He needs time, he needs patience, and after hearing what he went through I thought you of all people would want to give him that."

"Maybe that's the problem. I haven't heard anything, because he refuses to talk to me about what was done or how it made him feel. All he told me was that Tritter was a sadist, that's all I know about his rapes, that and how many. He wont talk to me about it, or his health now. Did he tell you the good news? Not only is he promoting you to new best friend, he's wanting you to be his doctor. Somethings been wrong with his side for a while now and he refuses to let me look at it. He went from trusting me to not trusting me at all and how can that work in a relationship. I know I've made some mistakes, like I know I shouldn't have kissed that other guy but I was drunk and I slipped up." He said with a frown

"You what?" she said stunned.

Wilson blinked at her with surprised, "He didn't tell you that I cheated yesterday at lunch?"

"No.. no he didn't tell me you already cheated on him. I kept telling him that he was crazy to think you would but I guess I was wrong. How can you wonder why he doesn't trust you when you can't even go a week without cheating on him?" Cuddy asked heatedly, "Never mind, I don't have time for it, I still have a lot to get done, if you would please leave so I can finish my work."

He swallowed, "It was a mistake, I know that. I'm surprised he didn't tell you."

"I'm not, he knows that even if he could forgive you that I wouldn't forgive you as easy, and sadly, he was probably ashamed. Knowing how twisted his mind works, he thinks it's his fault for not making you happy or moving as fast as you wanted. It makes me sick, now would you please leave." She said no long wanting to have to see him. She looked up as she heard the door close and walked over to the closet. "You could have told me he cheated on you, why didn't you say something about this last night?" She asked with sympathetic eyes.

Houses eyes narrowed on her, "That look right there is why I didn't tell you." He said rolling past her to the window and looking out. "It isn't a big deal, it was just a kiss and he was drunk... and he's Wilson for God sakes, that's what he does, he cheats. It wasn't something I wasn't expecting." He said now looking at his hands that were in his lap.

She could see the shame on him and put a hand on his shoulder, "This wasn't your fault."

"When can we just get these tests done so I can go back home," He said ignoring the whole other conversation. "What all tests do you plan on doing today, anyways."

Cuddy chewed her lip some, "A CT Scan and biopsy for sure, I would like to get some blood work done too. Can you think of anything else we should get done?"

House rolled his eyes looking at her, "Really? Do you usually ask the patient what tests they think you should run? No wonder you don't have patients and hide behind that big desk and authoritative title, you've forgot how to actually practice medicine yourself." He said snidely and thought about her actual question. "Running a CBC and getting an MRI couldn't hurt, get scans. I want to see what we're dealing with here, I figure it goes without saying that I do expect to get a detailed report of all tests done."

"I'm asking you because you're a great doctor and I respect your input. I will give all the reports of the tests preformed but if this is cancer then I'll give you a list of specialist to chose from, but I can tell you now you won't find a better Oncologist than Dr. Wilson." She said feeling small under his watchful eyes.

"What if I don't want another doctor, or a specialist," He said watching her, he knew what she was trying to do, she was trying to force him to tell Wilson even if he didn't want to.

Cuddy sighed, "I'm sorry Greg, I hate that this is happening, but I'm not the best doctor for you if this is cancer and I'm not going to take a chance on your health. You lost five pounds of muscle on your right thigh because I miss diagnosed you when you came to me in the clinic the first time. I'm not going to take the chance of missing something this time and you paying the price for it. I can't have that on my conscience."

House sighed, "Any doctor in your position would have thought the same thing you did," he answered.

"Would you have diagnosed it the same as I did?" She asked truthfully.

He swallowed, "No, but I'm not a normal doctor."

"Why not?" Cuddy asked.

House sighed, "If a patient grabbed the syringe out of my hand and plunged it into themselves like I did, then I would have been too curious to let it go, especially if it was another doctor. Doctors loose their medical license because of drug addictions all the time so I would assume if they were an just looking for a fix they would go outside of the hospital for, if they valued their career at least. So I would start trying to figure out what could be causing that kind of pain."

"See, different doctors see different things, I just want to make sure you get the best care." She said softly.

"Fine, I'll deal with that if we even get to that road, there are other things it could be beside cancer." He said rolling his wheelchair nervously back and forth.

Cuddy nodded, "Fine, you ready to get it done?"

"Yep," He said and with that he rolled out.

She caught up with him in the CT lab. He quickly got into a gown and into the machine without saying a word. Actually the only noise he made the entire testing process was a small grunt when she took the biopsy. "You could talk if you want to," She said while taking blood, now back in her office.

"As far as I understand that wont make the results come back any faster so let's just get this over with," House said coldly.

"I've still got some arrangements to get worked out and a little work before I can leave. But I should be done by one, then we can pick up some lunch and I'll take you back to your place." Cuddy said.

"And the results?" House asked.

She could tell he was anxious and didn't blame him, "We'll know if the biopsy was cancerous before we leave, if we're lucky we'll even get the CT scan print outs too, but the blood work and MRI results wont be back till tomorrow."

"Who are the technicians reading for the MRI today and the person doing the blood work?" He asked giving her a interested look.

Cuddy gave him a curious look, "Bernie is working the MRI and Alexandra is doing the blood work."

"Good," House said and grabbed his wallet out of his pocket. "Give these to Bernie tell him that House's patient is getting worse, and give this to Alexandra, tell her that Oma would appreciate her help however possible."

She looked at the first group which was one adult and three children passes into Six Flags Great Adventure Amusement Park and the last was a recipe for Dutch Apple Tarts by Oma Smit. Her eyebrow rose, "When they see your name on the patient file they'll know you're lying. Your not going to give him a ticket for his wife?"

"No, when they see my name on the patient file they'll assume it is for a patient that wants some privacy or a joke, giving them an incentive to get fast results will imply it's the first one. Also his wife died two weeks ago in a car accident, this weekend will be his first weekend off since it happened." He said looking at her with a smile, "So much for being a caring boss," he mocked.

Cuddy felt horrible, "How did I not know about this?"

"He wasn't able to take off anytime because SOMEONE doesn't pay him enough to be able to afford the time. His kids have been staying with his mother in Hempstead, New York." He said as he picked up a paper weight from her desk and started playing with it.

"How do you know about all this," She asked watching him closely.

He shrugged, "I make bets with him sometimes about what the patient will or wont show in the MRI. He's also got a motorcycle so we'll both trade good roads to go down for a nice ride."

"So you're friends?" Cuddy said with interest.

"No, we usually don't talk about personal things, he'd mentioned his family a little before, but I caught him the day after and he started talking about it and just wouldn't stop. I tried to get out but he just kept on, it was over an hour before I got out of there by setting my alarm on my phone to go off, all without looking at it, for ten minutes later." House said with pride.

"Jesus House, he'd lost his wife, don't you think you could have given him more than an hour? Can't you imagine what that would be like, and be something more than an ass?" She said seriously.

"Oh, was only listening to him for over an hour being an ass coming from a co-worker? I didn't know because when Stacy left me, no one talked to me about it, except Wilson. So were you being an ass by not saying anything about, asking me how I was coping with losing not only my independence but also my only support system? All I got were those looks of pity and sympathy from people, I got to hear the whispers quiet down as I entered a room and build again as I left it. People too afraid to talk to me or even look at me, like they would catch my shitty luck or something." He said with a bitter edge in his voice. "I think letting him talk it out to me for an hour was generous, and that setting the alarm to go off, so I could say it was an urgent text about my patient was considerate. Considering I could have just said that I didn't have time to waste listening to his problems."

Cuddy swallowed, he was right. The news of House's leg surgery quickly spread in the hospital, especially how it hadn't been what Greg wanted and the screams that echoed through the halls after he woke up, then the fight in the hospital room. He's features that had once held life and humor became cold, unmoving slates. Then one time Stacy didn't bring him into the hospital for a post-op appointment and it got out that she's left him and what had been emotionless stares turned into ruthless glares. He could make you shutter from fifty feet away with one look. When he came back to work, he no longer joked and talked with people, it was just work and everyone accepted that. The only persons he seeked out was her, when he needed her to approve something, and Wilson. It had became such an inconvenience that House was constantly looking for Wilson, that she finally put their offices side by side, with a connecting balcony. Nope, no one talked to him about his loss, no one even acknowledge it, instead they stared at the cane and whispered behind his back. She'd never really thought about how cruel it was until now. Even she had, but it wasn't because she hadn't thought about asking, it was because she was couldn't even look him in the face after she heard those horrible screams when he woke up. The nurse said that he thought it was a night mare, that he kept trying to wake himself up. She shuttered and looked at him, his point was valid, he could have been a lot more of an ass to Bertie than he was, he could have treated him like he'd been treated.

Cuddy delivered House's 'gifts' to Bertie and gave him a bonus check for his hard work, then she took Alexandra hers and the blood she needed to run. Cuddy had all the results in a manilla folder by one. "Come on, lets go," She said to House who was staring at the folder.

"I want to look at the results first," House said glaring at her.

Cuddy had expected this, "I said we can look at them at your place after lunch."

"They're my test results, I have a right to know what I'm dealing with and why should I have to wait when you've already seen them," He said still glaring her down.

She smiled, "But I haven't seen them," she said and opened to folder to reveal the still sealed envelopes inside. "Come on, you didn't eat breakfast this morning. All I'm asking is that you wait another what... hour at the most and eat a meal before you start reading the results and get totally consumed in that."

House flexed his jaw some and then rolled his eyes. "Fine, but we're eating fast food, and no more prolonging it after I'm in my apartment and I'm done with lunch, then I get to read the results... first," he said watching her closely.

"Fine," Cuddy said loving how she'd gotten her way, but she was smart enough not to smile openly.

They stopped by a burger joint on the way and she was both disgusted and stunned by how fast he devoured the meal. He was done in less then four minutes, and that included his large fries and soda. He gave her a classic House smirk, "So let's see I'm done with my meal so as soon as I'm in the apartment you have to hand over the file."

"I'm not even sure you chewed that?" She said giving him a disgusted look.

"I don't think chewing was in the agreement," he said and belched loudly.

Cuddy pulled away from him and shook her head, "You could at least roll down the window if your burps smell that bad."

"Wilson didn't make me roll down the windows," House with an appraising look.

"I'm not Wilson," she reported back to him and rolled down his window from her side while he laughed. As soon as they were parked House got out of the car and worked on getting out his wheelchair when his legs gave away. Cuddy walked around to find him on his ass with the wheelchair halfway out. "When will you learn to just let people help you?" She asked as she got the wheelchair all the way out and unfolded it, then put her hand out for him to grab.

Instead he grabbed the armrest on the wheelchair and pulled himself into it and she rolled her eyes at him walking to the door and opening the first one for him. He looked irritated more than grateful but rolled in anyways and then went to his door, unlocking it. As soon as he was in he blocked her path, "The file," he said with his hand out.

She narrowed her eyes on him, "Done with lunch and in the apartment... fine," she said with a little attitude and slapped it in his hand. He started to open it and she sighed loudly, "So, are you going to let me in so I can sit down and eat like a civilized person."

He rolled his eyes at her, "God you're so needy," he said and rolled over to the window.

Cuddy smiled, "Yes, I'm the needy one. I see you're still having problems with pronouns." She said as she walked in and ate on her orange chicken walnut salad, yogurt parfait and diet soda. She heard the rustling of paper and heard him putting the CT and MRI prints against the window to look at them. She kept waiting for him to say something but he didn't. When she was done she threw away her trash and walked over. "So, let me see."

House handed her the file, "I'm going to the restroom," he said and he started to go.

"You need any help?" She asked watching him.

He ducked his head as he stopped and turned some in the chair looking at her with cold eyes, "Do I need you to help me get on the toilet, no. I'm not that helpless, but thanks for making me feel like a big boy by asking instead of just following me in anyways."

"You just fell outside trying to get the wheelchair out of the back seat, I was just trying to be helpful, but if you don't want any help then fine. It's your toilet, you can clean it up if you fall and end up with piss on your walls." Cuddy said with a little attitude. House rolled on to the bathroom closing the door and then locking it. She let out a sigh and then started looking at the reports and her frown deepened. She put the CT scans to the window going through them quickly and then the MRI scans. She read up on the blood work, even though she already knew what it would say. She heard the bathroom door open and took a moment to get her face in what she hoped would be a neutral expression before looking at him. "So..." she said feeling stupid as she didn't know what to say.

"So... What? You were wondering if I fell in the toilet, well not this time," he said looking at the papers and scans spread about. "I'll tell him tonight, I'm not stupid enough to think I can hide this from him. Well... I could... but not for long, so I might as well tell him now. You happy, you got what you wanted, I'm telling him." House asked coldly.

She shook her head, "No Greg, I'm not happy about this," she said waving the file slightly. "We should talk about this, this is.."

"If I wanted to talk about it I would, but I don't want to, so can you please just... leave it alone, please. I don't want my team to know, if it becomes necessary for them to know I'll tell them." House said casually.

Cuddy swallowed as she saw him putting up a strong front, "Okay, you tell the team if it becomes essential for them to know." She walked over to him. "Is there anything I can do for you?"

He thought about that, "A pass from clinic duty for the rest of my life would be nice," he said giving her a hopeful glance.

"No more clinic duty until you're as well as you can be," She counter offered with a small smile.

"Wow, you're way to easy, if I knew all I had to do was get cancer to get out of clinic duty I would have done it ages ago." House teased a little.

Cuddy's smile faultered for a moment and then she forced it back on, "Yeah, well, that's why I always kept it a secret," she said an sniffled a little.

He looked up at her with concern, "Don't, I'll be fine, it's Wilson right? I mean sure his survival rate sucks, but it's actually good for his field, and if I did die you'd be out a loud and obnoxious doctor that cost you more in lawsuits then I actually make a year."

"How can you joke about this?" She asked as a couple of tears ran down her face and she wiped them away quickly. "Greg, you're more than another doctor at the hospital to me, you know that."

House shrugged, "I figure there is going to be plenty of time to be serious when we have an even better understanding how this reacts to different treatments. And quit worrying, people don't die from cancer, that's just a myth, patients die because Oncologist are so sickeningly sweet it kills them, but see I wont have that problem. I've built up an immunity from being around Wilson so much, I knew I was friends with him for a reason." He could see she was about to lose it and looked at her with worry, "You better get going, that thing with your mother and all."

Cuddy smiled as she tried not to cry, "Yeah, almost forgot about that." She said knowing he was trying to give her an excuse to leave and not fighting him on it, she figured he had a lot on his mind. She leaned down and kissed him on the forehead, "Call if you need anything."

He nodded, "Take that with you," he said looking at the file. She grabbed it and put a hand on his shoulder giving it a small squeeze for just a moment before she left and then he locked the door behind her.