Chapter 26: Why, why, why??

A/N: This chapter focuses on Wilson's point of view. There is a surprise for everyone at the end.

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Wilson's face was dead white as he stood in the clinic. Wilson was just rejected by Jessica. Cuddy placed her hand on Wilson's shoulder. "Wilson?"

"Yeah." He could barely speak.

"Why don't you go into my office for a while?" Wilson nodded his head, went into Cuddy's office, and sunk into the couch. He tried to comprehend what had just happened. Never in his life had James Wilson been rejected like that, except for the on girl in high school he had asked out to the junior prom.

Before, when his marriages had ended Wilson never felt like this. It was a completely strange and awkward to him. He felt as if his heart was literally breaking into a thousand pieces. If this is what real love felt like, he did not want it.

Wilson sat on Cuddy's couch for a few minutes, before getting up, and going to his office. Wilson was dead quiet as he walked into his office. When he got there, Wilson crashed on the couch. Wilson looked down at his hands and buried his face in them.

After work, he went to Jessica's apartment and stuffed all of his clothes into a box. Her closet had more room now. Wilson quickly wrote a note and placed the apartment key on top of it. He looked around the apartment before closing the door. There were good memories in that apartment with Jessica, but he had to let go of that now.

At his hotel room, Wilson felt more lonely than every before. He hated how quiet it was and how cold it was. It was a terrible feeling. Wilson turned on the TV in hope that it would help keep the loneliness away; it helped with keeping the quiet away. Wilson crawled into bed and went to sleep.

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Wilson's week didn't really get any better. The nurse's were constantly telling him that they were sorry about what had happened. One had even offered him the chance to go out on a date. He had declined the offer. He wasn't really in the mood for a date. He only wanted Jessica, but he couldn't have her.

Strangely enough, House had actually been supportive and a friend. They didn't talk about Jessica at all, which was a relief to Wilson. He didn't want to hear any of House's snide comments about Jessica. House had asked Wilson over one night. They ordered Chinese watched a few movies and House ended up playing the piano as he usually did. It was a nice way for Wilson to escape a night of reminder that Jessica was no longer a part of his life.

On Wednesday, Wilson saw Jessica for the first time since the break up. Jessica and two other surgeons walked into the cafeteria for lunch. Wilson was surprised. He had expected Jessica and the other surgeons to come to the cafeteria for lunch so he couldn't exactly say why he was surprised. They were laughing at a story when Jessica looked away for a few seconds.

She instantly made eye contact with Wilson. Maybe he was the one who had made eye contact with her. Anyway it didn't matter, Wilson felt happy when he saw Jessica's face. He could have sworn that he saw Jessica's eyes softened, but he could not be sure. Wilson gently smiled at Jessica but she looked away. The happy feeling that had filled Wilson was suddenly gone. Wilson changed his attention back to House who had a rather annoyed look on his face.

"What?" Wilson asked.

"Nothing. It's just that you're still pinning over the-she-devil."

"Don't call her that."

"What do you want me to call her then? Julia Roberts?"

"I wasn't dumped the night before the wedding. Your reference won't work."

"Fine Harry, I'll just tell Sally to be under the mistletoe New Years Eve. That should help work out all the problems."

"You're hilarious. You should try out for Saturday Night Live."

"I did, but they didn't like my stuff. They said it was too cruel or something."

"Well, at least you had an ambition. It's better than stalking old archenemies and sabotaging their careers."

"Hey, it's not my fault Von-Evil's math was wrong."

"Right, that's why you copied off of his test in Medical school and got kicked out."

"What can I say, I was bored. Speaking of which, let's get out of here."

"Why?"

"I have a bad feeling that Cuddy isn't coming over here to say hello."

Wilson looked to see a very mad and annoyed Cuddy coming over to their table. "What did you do this time?" Wilson asked House.

"Oh, nothing that you would find interesting."

"House, my office. Now." Cuddy hissed.

"It looks as if I was being bad again. Are you going to have to spank me?" House asked Cuddy as he got out of his seat. Cuddy rolled her eyes.

As Cuddy and House were walking away, Wilson looked over to Jessica's table. She was no longer there. He sighed and walked out of the cafeteria and back to his office.

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Thursday was a low-key kind of day. Wilson went into his office and started to work on some paperwork. He had a few patients come in. He had to adjust one patient's meds. Then he had to start a twenty-five year old man on chemotherapy. It was nothing out of the ordinary for Wilson.

Friday was long and boring. Wilson couldn't wait to get out of the office early, but of course that was out of the question. It was always hard to leave PPTH at the end of the day. Something always got in the way of leaving.

After checking up on his last patient, Wilson was ready to leave for the night. Wilson walked into his office and was surprised at who was sitting on the couch. It was Jessica.

"Hi." Jessica said as she sat on the couch.

A part of Wilson did not want Jessica to be there. Then a part of him wanted to see her.

"Hi." He walked behind his desk and sat down. "Was there something you wanted?" Wilson asked as he read a file. He couldn't bring himself to look at Jessica.

"I thought you deserved an explanation."

Wilson looked up confused. "An explanation?"

"I thought you deserved to know why I said no."

"I don't need to know. I know your answer that's all I needed." A part of Wilson felt like being mean, so his words came out a little harsher than intended.

"The reason I said no—"

"Honestly, I don't need to know."

"Can I just get this out?" Jessica asked. Her eyes said that she needed to tell him why. Wilson nodded his head and listened to Jessica. "The moment you asked me to marry you a number went through my head."

"A number?"

Jessica nodded her head. "It was the number four. If I agreed to marry you, I would be your fourth wife… and possibly your fourth divorce. That image scared me. So, no matter what, I couldn't marry you, even if all of my heart wanted to."

Wilson looked at Jessica in shock. Her logic made sense. Maybe that's what scared him. Wilson got out of his seat and walked over to Jessica. He sat down next to her. Wilson didn't touch Jessica, even though he desperately wanted to.

"Now, it's my turn. Your logic makes sense, but now, I have something to tell you. When I was around you, I was nervous. That's why I couldn't tell you I loved you to your face. Before, in all of my other marriages, I never felt that way, and there is a reason for that. Before I was with you, I was never in love. You are the first person that I have ever truly loved. Thank you for that."

They gazed at each other in the eyes intently. Suddenly everything made sense to them. Jessica was the first to break away. She looked down at the green scarf that she held in her hands, then back at Wilson. "You left this at my apartment."

She handed it to Wilson, who took it. "Thank you."

"You're welcome. Well I should probably get going." She stood up and started to walk towards the door.

"Jessica, you know I never would have done that to you, right." Wilson said.

"A part of me did, but now I know." Jessica said as she stood in the doorway. "Good night James."

"Jessica." Jessica looked at Wilson. His body language was different and his tone was as serious as when he had just spoken.

"Yes James." Why was her throat suddenly dry and her heart beating at an extremely fast pace?

"Jessica, will you do me the honor of marrying me?"

"No. I will not marry you James, unless you promise me something."

"What do you want me to promise?"

His body was extremely close to hers. The simple way his hands just gently touched her arms it felt so good. She felt her knees were starting to buckle, but she had to remain strong. "I want you to promise me, that you won't change your mind and give up, but love me and only me until I take my last breath."

"I promise to work at this everyday with you no matter how hard it is, because I love you. I promise to be there for every step of the way." James said.

Jessica felt tears in her eyes. James gently wiped away the tears that had somehow fallen down Jessica's cheeks. Jessica leaned in and kissed Wilson.

The kiss was deep and intense. It was filled with such intensity that it could have lighten up the entire ocean. It ached of all of their feelings, of everything that had missed and had needed of each other. As the moved away from the door, Wilson closed it, and locked it.

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Everything was perfect as they lay on the couch wrapped in each other's arms. It just felt right. The moment of silence was comfortable, but Jessica felt the need to say something important to Wilson. "You're the first one." Jessica said.

"The first what?" Wilson asked as he breathed in Jessica's scent.

Jessica looked up at Wilson. Her voice was completely honest and sincere. "You are the first person, that I have ever said I loved to."

Wilson studied Jessica's face. He tucked a few strands of Jessica's hair behind her ear. He smiled at her and gently kissed Jessica. They both understood each other in that moment. As the kiss became deeper, Jessica repositioned herself on top of Wilson. Each touch sent good shivers down Jessica's back. From how Wilson's hands gently rested on Jessica's hips to how his hand slipped under Jessica's shirt to undo her bra.

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Jessica walked into the locker room and up to her brother. "So, I need a favor."

Chase right away noticed how happy his sister was. "What's up?"

"So, I would have asked dad to do this, but you know…."

Chase slightly laughed. His sister was rambling. She was nervous and extremely happy.

"Jess, what is it?"

In an extremely fast voice, Jessica said. "I was wondering if you would walk me down the aisle."

Chase blinked a few times to actually make sure that he was awake. "I'm sorry, but I think I miss heard you. Did you just ask me to walk you down the aisle?"

"Yes." Chase stared blankly at his sister. "I'm getting married."

Chase started to laugh. "That's a good one Jessica." Why wasn't Jessica laughing? Why is she looking at me as if I'm insane? Then it hit him. "You are not joking? You're getting MARRIED! WHOA!!"

"Yes, I'm getting married!"

Chase hugged his sister. "Wow! It is Wilson, right?"

"Yes."

"So, it seems that you two worked things out?"

"It seems so." Jessica said with a huge smile. She was glowing.

"Wow, my sister is getting married. Are you sure that this is the right decision?"

"I am."

"Then I'm happy for you. So, what's this about me walking you down the aisle?"

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"Do you still have the famous tux?" Wilson asked House as he entered House's office.

"It might be in the closet, unless I burned it. Why?" House looked up from the file he was reading.

"Well, you're going to be needing it." Wilson said as he sat down.

"Why? Did Carrie ask you to the prom? Need a buddy to do a fake out for you?"

"No. I need a best man for my wedding."