Scarlett laid her head on House's chest. He traced his finger down the contour of her torso.

"Who were you talking to when I came in?" House pulled at Scarlett's hair.

She pulled back and leaned on her elbow, "Well… it's the coordinator of the New Jersey Independent Fall Film Festival. They want me to be a judge."

"Were you going to invite the stars of your movie to join you?" he raised his eyebrows.

"Considering I'm up for a nomination… I guess I'll invite some of you guys," Scarlett giggled and curled some of her hair around her finger.

House chuckled, "You're such a ditz."

"Yes, but I'm your ditz," she puckered her lips.

They both were quiet for a moment until she sat up straight, panting in excitement.

"Woah!" House pulled back. "I hope I caused that."

"Sorry, babe. Not this time," Scarlett hopped out of the bed and opened up the large purse beside the closet. She pulled out a large sketch book.

Her boyfriend looked at her quizzically, "You draw?"

"I write," she laughed. "Lyrics.

House frowned as he looked at the paper, "But what are you trying to say?"

Scarlett bit her lip and sat on his shins, "I saw your guitar…"

"You play the guitar!"

"Just a little."

Oh no…" he groaned.

"Please, Greg," she moved forward. "Please…I'll never ask you for anything ever again."

He rolled his eyes, "That's such a lie."

"I know, but please."

He sighed and then smiled slightly.

********

Wilson

"I swear to God she is going to be the death of me," I shook my head and leaned on House's conference table.

He nodded, "I know what you mean."

"She keeps showing up everywhere."

House glanced down at the file in front of him, "I want to go home."

I sat down quietly, "Take some Vicodin and get on with your case."

He picked up the orange bottle, glaring at me all the while. "So how's your sex life?" he swallowed the pill.

"Why should I tell you?"

"You're not getting any."

"No."

House stood, "You're never getting any."

"Not true."

My friend stood up and picked up his bag, "Tell the ducklings I'm leaving."

"Why are you so excited to go home?" I watched him anxiously move to the door.

House turned around, "Home is where the heart is, Jimmy."

"Come on, House. What's the real reason?"

He turned around and raised his eyebrows, "I'd tell you, but then I'd have to kill you."

Another second didn't pass by before House bolted out of the office. There I was, standing in his office staring at the door. Our friendship hadn't been the same since those tragic months earlier that year. It was awkward.

"Where's House?" Kutner entered followed by Taub and Thirteen.

"He left," I shrugged quickly.

Kutner looked at me harshly, "He left?"

"Yeah, so what?"

Taub replied intensely, "Our patient got worse."

"We've been paging him for the past half hour, but he hasn't responded," Thirteen held out her pager to me. "And we were working to keep the patient out of cardiac arrest…"

I pressed the button to page House and walked into his office space. A beeping came from the lounge in the corner. I looked at the seat, which was empty, but then stuck my hand behind the cushion. There, I found his pager beeping in my hands. "Did you call his cell phone?"

"Not yet," Thirteen pulled out her phone and dialed the number. "Straight to voicemail, I bet."

She got the dial tone as she put it to her ear.

"Wow, you called it," Kutner rolled his eyes.

I moved to House's desk and dialed his home phone number. Busy.

"I'll go to his place, I guess," Taub started to leave, but I stopped him.

"No, let me," I took the folder from Taub's hand. "You should save the patient."

Just the excuse I needed to check out what was going on with House.


I drove up and parked in front of House's building. A red Mini Cooper held a permanent parking space behind my car. After contemplating that for a moment, I stepped out of the car. I could see right into House's window.

It seemed so surreal for him. He sat on the couch, holding a pen and a sheet of paper. His guitar lay next to him. House was not that kind of guy. The kind of guy that rushed home after work to write a song. It seemed as though he was talking to himself, until he turned his head to the side. Muffled voice. Two muffled voices. One of them a female. Another person. My mouth dropped open.

Scarlett entered the room and stood behind House, reading the page. She smiled and plucked the paper from his hands. He stared up at her, shaking his head, making her hop over the couch to sit next to him. And to put the cherry on top, House put his arm around her waist. I fell back on the car door, speechless and betrayed. I couldn't take anymore, but apparently they thought I could. For a moment, they were still, waiting for something to happen. It happened alright. They kissed. Deeply and without hesitation. I pushed myself to go and give them a piece of my mind. I didn't make it to the door.

***********

Scarlett

I rubbed my head and watched Greg twiddle his thumbs. He wouldn't speak; he just sat there with an upset look on his face. It could've been the fact that his best friend was spying on him, or it could have been the fact that I had alerted him about the thud outside.

"I guess he was going to find out sometime," my voice was dry, and cracked often. Greg didn't even look up, slouching farther down in his chair. I pulled my sweater up farther around my shoulders, "I mean, I don't know how this is any better, but-"

He growled, "It's not going to make it any better."

"I know," I tried to disappear into my chair.

Wilson stirred in the bed. I felt my face drain of color. Greg turned to the bed.

"What happened?" he asked.

"You tripped ," Greg stood up from his chair and walked over to the bedside of Wilson.

Wilson turned to look at me. "What the hell-"

"It's nice to see you to," I narrowed my eyes.

He looked back at Greg, "What I saw… was real."

Greg nodded.

I flushed quietly and backed away a bit.

"You son of a bitch," Wilson tried to sit up quickly, but was fatigued by an aching head.

"Slow down," Greg put his hand around the IV pole.

"How long has this been going on?" he rubbed his forehead.

I pursed my lips, "A couple weeks."

"And you're living together!" he continued on his rampage. "Oh my God!"

"Why can't you just accept this? If Greg and I want to pursue a romantic relationship, you should let it be," I got angrier.

There was a long pause between the three of us. Wilson bit his lip and tried to bring up more aggravating topics. "So Chicago, that was all a lie? Like all the other lies you tell me?"

He wouldn't acknowledge me. He only talked to Greg. He was full of it and I couldn't take it anymore, "You're a son of a bitch." I walked out of the room, carrying my purse and coat with me. I couldn't take this any longer. Some questions just didn't have answers. Why did I love Greg? I really didn't know other than the fact he loved me back. I stalked down the hallway, finding Ally, dear Ally near the clinic.

She grinned, "Scarlett!"

I turned to stare at her, "Hi."

Ally flicked her blonde hair to side as she looked around. As she came up to me, I felt nauseous and wanted to fall down.

"I've missed you. How are you?" she embraced me.

"I'll cut to the chase," I pushed her away, but kept my hands on her shoulders. "I'm living with House, and Wilson just found out because he fell and hit his head in front of our place. And so, in conclusion, we were having a confrontation in his hospital room, but I got really stressed out and-" I couldn't take it any longer. I hung my head, sobbing.

Ally just stopped for a moment, "House? You and House again?"

I nodded.

"And Wilson's angry, again?"

I nodded again.

"And you ran away…again?"

"Okay! I'm kind of repetitive," I pulled back. "But seriously, I don't know what to do anymore."

She stopped and smiled meekly, "I'll be back in a minute."

Cameron

Wilson was pissing me off. They were all really pissing me off. I slid past a group of doctors and into the room Wilson was occupying. "You're really dense, you know that."

"Excuse me?" Wilson shook off my comment.

"Get over yourself! You want to cause all this drama with House and Scarlett, and frankly, I've had enough," I felt my blood boil. "There are so many bad things you've done in your life, and bad things that both of them have, but can't you see that despite your disapproval, a miscarriage, months of being apart, I'm assuming, and more that they have managed to keep themselves close together and that you are just putting more of a strain on their relationship and your own. Frankly, you're being selfish."

House paused, "Wow… new bitch on the block."

"Believe me it's been there for awhile."

Wilson frowned, "Well… I-"

"Well you-nothing! You're just a bit overwhelming sometimes, Wilson. I'm kind of tired of the she's-the-closest-thing-I've-ever-had-to-a-child thing. If she is the closest thing, you'd want her to be happy."

He lowered his head and House bit his lip, "This was solved a few months ago, Wilson."

The door opened once more to reveal a frazzled Scarlett, "I'm going to have a damn anxiety attack. I swear to God."

Wilson glanced between the lovers and whispered, "I do want them to be happy."

"We want you to be happy too," Scarlett bit her lip. She looked to House.

House agreed, "We both want you to be happy, but we want to be happy too."

I widened my eyes, as did Scarlett, "That's deep." I giggled at his girlfriend's comment.

"You took the words right out of my mouth," He replied.

Wilson watched the three of them for a moment, "I guess you're right for each other." And to make us all gasp, he smiled.