How does it feel to be reunited with your wife and son?

These words hung in the air for what seemed like an eternity until finally, Henry sighed to himself while looking towards Wilson with a look of pure truth.

"Imagine that you've just been snatched back from the jaws of death and have only just begun getting reacquainted with the life you'd left behind. Every moment is a blessing and every day a chance for a new beginning to make up for the time I've missed."

"…and the son you walked away from."

Wilson knew it was a stupid thing to say but he couldn't stop himself. The oncologist had seen how lost House had been following John's funeral, the only man he had ever known as his father and James hated to see that happen again.

"I made a lot of mistakes in my life. I know I can't erase what happened in the past but I can sure as hell try to make up for it now. Greg and Blythe know that…"

That's when House interrupted with anger growing with every breath.

"You don't have to explain anything to us dad, we've been over this. Wilson, outside now."

"House-"

"Move it."

This being said both men got up from the table and headed outside leaving Henry, Blythe and Cuddy a wash in the after math of dinner.

Once outside the apartment, House made sure the door was closed so that they wouldn't be disturbed and immediately went off on Wilson who could only stand there and take it.

"I got to say, this was one hell of a move on your part Jimmy. What were you thinking? Did you actually think it would be a good idea to start interrogating my father the minute you shook his hand? What possible reason could you possibly have had for verbally assaulting a man you've barely known for two hours?"

"I was trying to protect you."

"From what? Oh, wait a minute I think I know. For as long as you have known me I've been a crippled, sarcastic, miserable loner whose only friends beside you and Cuddy were alcohol and narcotics but, now that those days are over and I'm happy you didn't think I could handle or rather, you couldn't handle it yourself, am I right?"

Wilson didn't respond to these allegations right away because as much as he hated to admit it, Wilson knew that some of what House was saying had been true but, not all of it. Unfortunately, before the oncologist could get a word in the door leading into apartment 221 B swung open to reveal Henry standing in the entrance way holding an authoritative stance.

"I think it obvious that the two of you have some personal crap to work through. However, considering that a portion of it has to do with me, I think its best we have it out, right her and now so that we can all get on with our lives and restore order in the universe."

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Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Blythe and Cuddy were busy cleaning up the mess that the boys had left them to deal with.

"I'm so sorry about this Lisa."

"Its okay Blythe. Those two have been through worse before."

"I'm sure, but obviously nothing to this degree. (sigh) This is my fault, I should have told Greg the truth a long time ago."

"Why didn't you?"

At this question, Blythe shook her head from side to side and covered her eyes with her eyes for a moment before returning her gaze to Cuddy.

"I was scared. He was just a boy, how could I explain something so complicated to a child when I barely understood it myself? I was alone, I couldn't talk to John about this because he wanted to forget the whole thing."

"Did you love him?"

Hearing this sent chills up Blythe's spine as she tried to calm herself down.

"Of course not. How can you love somebody who reminds you your living a lie? The only reason I married him was because Greg needed a father and since I thought Henry was…"

She couldn't bring herself to finish the sentence, knowing the kind of emotion it bring to the surface.

Cuddy could see how hard this was on Blythe and she tried her best to comfort the older woman in the only way she knew how.

"For what it's worth Blythe, look on the bright side, your story has a happy ending. I mean, your son and his father have been reunited. You have your family back."

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In the living room, House and Wilson were both seated on the couch while Henry paced back and forth across the wooden floor thinking over the situation in his head.

"Dad will you stop that? I'm getting holes in my shoes just watching you."

"It helps me think."

"Well, that's one trait I get from you I guess, but can we say what needs to be said so we can, how did you put it? Oh yeah, bring order back into the universe?"

"Alright, Wilson let's start with you. Why do you have a problem with me?"

"(sigh) Its not that I have a problem with you Henry, its just I don't want House to get hurt. After John died, his world was torn apart and nobody could stop it. Not even me, his best friend."

Henry wore this statement with a heavy heart. He knew it was mostly his fault and at that moment prayed for the ability to turn back time.

"That's a heavy burden to carry doctor and I'm sorry you felt responsible for my son…"

"…when I was MIA and captured by the enemy, I never imagined I would see my family again but now that I've come rest assure that you'll never have to worry about Greg again."

That's when House let out a groan which prompted both of his father and best friend to turn their attention over to him.

"Oh this is rich, I appreciate the sentiment fellas but I think you've forgotten one teeny, tiny fact…I'm fine. For the first time in my life I am completely clean, the pain in my leg has decreased so that it is now merely intolerable and I have finally found my biological father. The last thing I need is my best buddy worrying over me like a mother hen."

Hearing this caused Wilson and Henry to exchange a look that could have only meant one thing.

"He has a point."

(So, what do you think? What do you think should happen next? Ideas are appreciated and as always thank you all for the kind reviews. More to come soon. Wicket Forever.)