Chapter 14

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A couple of hours later, House sat at Wilson's office quietly surveying the desk. "Is this Andie's chart? House pointed to a purple folder in Wilson's desk " Wilson nodded. "May I see?" Wilson shrugged. He picked up the chart and began reading.

House wanted to go home and sleep. However, his mother was meeting them in the cafeteria. Also, Cameron and Foreman would be here; there would be interrogation on why, especially from Cameron.

"She is dying." House cemented offhandedly.

"Yes, stating the obvious, House?" Wilson asked raising a brow. He sat next to House on the couch.

"I don't know, James." The diagnostician sighed. "What I was supposed to feel about dad?"

Wilson wrapped his arm against House's arm, interlacing their fingers. "I can guess what you're feeling." He told House. "Your feeling confused." House glared at Wilson. He continued, "because, despite everything that happened with you and him, You love him, a lot." House rolled his eyes. "Don't roll your eyes on me." Wilson chastised. "Despite your protestation on the matter, he is your father and you're are his son."

A couple of minutes had passed in comfortable silence. House and Wilson sat on opposite sides of the couch until a knock on the door. "Come in, we're decent," House said, and Wilson hushed him.

The door opened admitting Blythe House. "Honey?" Blythe said coming in, he stood up and hugged House to her. After a moment, she turned to Wilson. "James!" She exclaimed, hugging Wilson as much as he hugged House.

"Mom, How are you?" House asked as soon as she sat down. He sounded fine to Wilson's ear, but he knows that he wasn't, not about this.

"I am fine, how's your father?" Blythe asked.

House took a deep breath, despite what he told Wilson and Chase, that his father's illness not was affecting him, the fact remained it always affected him when a family member was sick or dying. "Mom, I know you hate him for what he did to me. Believe me, I hate him too. However, I know that he had been your husband for nearly fifty years. it is important that you stay with him for the remainder of his life."

Wilson tapped House on his shoulder to get his attention. "You need to escort her out, cause I have a patient in," He checked his watch, "in ten."

"Its Andie," House said, glancing at Wilson for confirmation. Wilson nodded. "I want to see her."

Blythe looked at House anxiously the following everything. "We had worked on a case." House explained. "James and I, it was a 10-year-old kid. The kid had Terminal cancer of the brain. Anyway, you need to go." Blythe wasn't happy to be going. She went outside, anyway. House gave his mother his pager so that he could page her after the appointment.

They met with Andie and her mother and told her that the cancer was killing her faster than Wilson thought. The mother thanks, Wilson. House and Andie talked about nothing while her mother was talking. "She doesn't want to go," House said offhandedly to Wilson while he was picking up after they left. "The kid was really brave."

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It was nearing lunchtime, Cuddy came earlier to tell House good job with the case. House just wanted to go home and sleep in their bed with his Wilson. He wanted to talk to his mom first. He paged his mother to come on the third floor. After five minutes his mother arrived on the fourth floor.

A knock on the door alerted them to his mother. "Greg, James?"

House stood up. "Jimmy?" He confirmed to Wilson. Wilson stood up and because he canceled every patient for the day.

They left Wilson's office.

His mother wanted to talk to him, about his father's case. They took Wilson's car, for that has a back seat. After this, they'll be coming home. The thought of home made House quirk a smile.

They went to an Italian place and seated themselves in the farthest table from the door. House ordered lasagna, Wilson ordered pizza, while Blythe's order is Spaghetti.

During the desert, Blythe asked House a very necessary question and a good question at that. "Greg," She said. "Does he makes you happy?"

Wilson was nervously looking at House. House suspended his discomfort for a moment. With a smile, he said. "Hell yes. He makes me happy, mom, even when we're just friends every time we spend time together, he made my heart glow."He said in one whole sentence without pausing. He set his gaze towards Wilson.

"Good," Blythe said, looking at Wilson's expression. Greg got his strangely perceptive eyes from her Wilson thought. When she sees nothing but the truth in Wilson's expression. "What is wrong with John, Greg?"

House took a deep breath and launch into an explanation of his father's illness. Concluding with. "Mom, amyloidosis is not technically at terminal illness, but in Dad's subtype was worst. I'll say it would be he would die in five years or less."

Wilson glared at him. His mother however almost smiled, "I not happy about what has been going on here, Greg. But He hurt my boy, so who you were younger. I'd spoken to James, I am not going thru with the divorce. Knowing he would rut in his own misery for the remainder of his life is what he deserved.

House wanted to cry, right about now. He was annoyed at her and he didn't know how to feel right now. Wilson was staring at him. He felt flat and worn. He was panicky, 'breath, Greg,' he told himself. He stood up abruptly, his leg buckled a bit but after a few seconds, he left.

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A couple of hours later, House woke up, with a kiss. Wilson was looking at him propped up in bed, smiling. "Good evening, sleeping beauty," Wilson said, looking at him. House grunted. "How're you feeling?"

"I am fine, Jimmy." He said looking at Wilson. Taking a Vicodin he headed to the bathroom to pee. "Its good to be home, Wilson."

"Yes, it is," Wilson replied. "What do you want for dinner?"

"Pancake, macadamia nut, coffee. Breakfast for dinner." House said, limping from the bathroom to the living.

"Okay!" Wilson rummage in the frizzier for some goods. A couple of minutes later they were eating in comfortable silence.

The End

Notes: I am doing one more story in this trilogy, after my story Onslaught.