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"Are you sure he's ready?" Wilson asked cautiously as he dressed House in jeans and a t-shirt.

"We've been over the bloodwork a half dozen times." Foreman reassured. "You are going to have to bring him back in for a checkup in the next couple of days but he is good to go home. Even with all of the, shall we say technical difficulties, the antibiotics did their thing. No more infection, no more strep. I thought you'd be glad to be getting out of here. Or are you going to miss the free babysitting?"

"I just don't want him to get sick again." Wilson sighed as he slipped Greg's sneakers onto his friend's feet. "It will be nice to be back home in my own bed, though I am afraid of what the dishes in the sink are going to look like."

Foreman laughed. "You need to hire a housekeeper….and a House keeper."

"Cuddy is still trying to find someone to watch him while I'm at work. He has his first music therapy class today though. That should be interesting. Are you ready to go home Greg?"

"No." House said happily as he slid off the bed. "House."

"That's right. We're going home. Grab your bear unless you want to leave him here."

"No mine!" House exclaimed as he snatched the teddy bear off the bed. He headed for the door with Rusty close at his heels. He paused. "No! Bad!"

"What's the matter buddy?" Wilson looked out the doorway as House scrambled to hide behind him.

"Going home I see." Thirteen said coolly from the hallway. "Foreman are you ready for lunch?"

"Umm, just give me a minute. See you later Dr. Wilson."

"Later." Wilson noticed that Greg gripped his hand a little tighter when they were forced to pass Thirteen. "You don't like Dr. Hadley?" Wilson asked as he buckled House into the car.

"Bad. No mine Dusty. Bad." House said turning his head away from Wilson. Wilson couldn't put his finger on it but he was sure he had heard House say this exact string of words only a few days ago.

By the time they had reached the building where the music therapy class was held Wilson had already forgotten about Greg's strange outburst in the car. He was nervous about leaving House alone for a whole half hour with a complete stranger, which the oncologist found odd seeing as less than a year before he had abandoned Greg to live in a whole building full of strangers for almost four months without even visiting. Taking House's hand he led him through the double doors into a room that reminded Wilson of a preschool.

"Welcome Dr. Wilson, Gregory. I'm Dr. Hansen." The friendly looking women reminded Wilson of someone you would see at a Woodstock revival with her long braided grey hair and flowing skirt. He wondered what she had her doctorate in.

"He just got out of the hospital so he might be a little tired. You can call me if there are any problems….I know I talked to your receptionist on the phone about his special needs but…"

"Relax Dr. Wilson." Dr. Hansen replied calmly. "Most of my patients here have special needs of some kind. If I have any concerns I will be sure to call you. Is that your dog you have with you Gregory?"

House had been scanning the room with great interest as he gripped tightly to Wilson hand with one hand and held Rusty's leash loosely in the other. "Mine Dusty." House replied quietly.

"Dusty. That's a wonderful name. I have a dog named Hazel at home. Are you ready to try some music?" House's eyes fixed on a piano in the corner. He dropped Wilson's hand and eagerly started across the room. "It looks like he is ready for you to go now Dr. Wilson. We'll see you in a half hour." Dr. Hansen gave Wilson a reassuring smile.

Wilson spent the next half hour trying to distract himself at home by tiding up the house. He kept waiting for the phone to ring but the house was silent. He made Greg's bed and threw all of the dirty clothes that had accumulated during House's hospital stay into the washer. He did the dishes and even fluffed Rusty's dog bed. He looked at the clock. Fifteen minutes to go. He decided it wouldn't hurt to pick up Greg a little early and hoped into the car.

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"You didn't tell me that Gregory was such a lovely piano player." Dr. Hansen smiled as Wilson walked through the door. House sat on the floor banging a plastic tambourine against the side of the table.

"Greg played the piano?" Wilson gawked at the women. "He really played it?"

"He was quite good. He got bored so we moved on to something else."

"But he actually played it? A real song?" Wilson was in shock.

"Did he not know how to play before?"

"No. I mean he did play before his accident…before the brain damage but I never thought…I mean….he remembers a lot of things but I didn't think he would remember the piano."

"I have seen cases like this before." Dr. Hansen said a little sadly. "If I remember right you friend had a case similar to this one only his patient's trauma happened when he was a little boy?"

"You studied up on Greg's past cases?"

"I had heard of Dr. Gregory House before. When I found out he was going to be one of my patients I decided to get a little more background on him. Many of his cases were fascinating. I was a private practice physician for many years before I retired and got into music therapy."

"Wow." Wilson replied, clearly impressed. "House's former patient suffered from head trauma….Greg's damage was caused by lack of oxygen to the brain."

"Well, he is a very talented pianist and we had a good time today. That little dog of his is a joy too. Will we be seeing the two of them again next week?"

Wilson nodded. "Do you think he would enjoy having a piano at home? I wouldn't want to hurt his therapy at all."

"No, I think at is a lovely idea." The women smiled at Wilson. "I bet both of you would enjoy it."

"Come on Greg. Time to go home." Wilson put out his hand.

"NO!" Greg threw the tambourine on the floor. "No house."

Dr. Hansen quietly walked over to Greg and put a gentle hand on his shoulder. "Come on Gregory. Time to go now." She said in a quiet, even tone. "Dr. Wilson is waiting for you. You missed him when he left you here, remember."

"Mine Wilson." House agreed. "Mine Dusty!" The little dog got up off an over sized pillow he had been napping on and followed House over to Wilson. House took Wilson's hand and laid his head on his shoulder. "Nom."

"I'll make you lunch when we get home. Say by to Dr. Hansen."

"No you." House smiled as he waved goodbye. As Wilson buckled House back into the car an idea was forming in his head. He just hoped he was right.