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Thanks for reviewing people. I'm sorry the ending was rushed in the first chapter. House will give Wilson a talking to about making sure he checks his patients over.

Part 2

James Wilson sat in his office staring at the phone, he wanted to call his parents and ask them why they had never told him about Neil. He supposed it was probably because they didn't know how to bring it up, or maybe they wanted to forget. Either way, neither of them was a good enough excuse, he had the right to know, didn't he? Wilson was so lost in thought that he didn't notice that House was standing in the door way to his office until House spoke.

"Does it dance?" Wilson looked at House in confusion. "Your phone, you've been staring at it for the last 20 minutes. Are you waiting for it to start dancing or something?" Wilson shook his head at House.

"I had a patient in the clinic today." Wilson paused so House continued.

"Really! Wow. I never would have thought that they had patients in the clinic, idiots sure, but not patients! What is the world coming to!" House was grinning now; Wilson should have seen that coming. Wilson looked at him and House blinked at the confusion and sadness in his friend's eyes. Wilson looked down at his hands before speaking.

"He… I… My parents… they lied to me." House raised his eyebrows.

"Well ye. Everyone lies. I could have told you that. Oh! Wait! I already have." Wilson didn't even acknowledge that House had spoken. He just continued.

"Apparently my surname shouldn't even be Wilson. I had a brother, well he died before I was born but his surname was Perry. I had a brother and they never told me, in fact they outright lied. They told me that I was their oldest child. I had a brother." Wilson paused to take a breath. House looked at his friend before asking,

"Have you called your parents and confronted them about it yet or were you going to do that after the phone had danced?" Wilson looked back at House. House saw fear in his eyes but he couldn't understand why. "How about I phone them and ask for Mr. Perry? That should be fun! I wish I had video phone because I bet their faces would be so red!" House chuckled. He desperately wanted to pull James out of the mood he was in; it wasn't any fun making fun of someone if they didn't react. Wilson frowned in thought. He really wanted to know more about his brother and why his parents went so far out of their way to make sure he never found out about him. He nodded and handed House the number.

House hadn't really expected Wilson to agree but he wasn't going to waste an opportunity like this. He dialled the number and put the phone on speaker phone. It rang a few times before Wilson's father answered the phone.

"Wilson residence. Mr. Wilson speaking." House grinned. This man was so formal sounding that House couldn't help but imagine him standing straight as an arrow on the other end of the phone, with no idea as to what was about to hit him.

"Hello Mr. Wilson. I'm looking for Mr. Perry and I was told that this was his number." Wilson grimaced as he heard his father spluttering on the other end of the line. He sounded really angry. Houses' eyes twinkled at him. He could see that House was really enjoying this. Mr. Wilson sounded like he was barely containing his anger and shock.

"What! Is this some kind of joke! There is no-one by the name of Perry in this house! If you ever call again I will call the police." Wilson answered before House had the chance.

"No joke, sir. I had a patient today. Told me I was the spitting image of a friend he had in Welton, a Neil Perry. Showed me a picture of Neil and his parents, imagine my surprise when I saw you and mother standing next to someone who looked just like me 20 years ago. Why didn't you tell me about Neil?" Wilson waited for a reply. House looked at his friend in surprise. They both waited as the man on the other end remained quiet. They heard the phone change hands before Wilson's mother spoke.

"James dear, we didn't mean to lie to you. We just wanted to protect you and your brothers from the horrible reality. Neil was a smart boy. He was one of the best in Welton until that terrible year. He got a new teacher who encouraged him to follow foolish dreams. Neil took what his teacher said to heart and became part of a play behind your father's back. Your father told Neil that he couldn't be in the play because he didn't want it to affect his studies; he was going to go to medical school and be one hell of a doctor. Neil went against your father's wishes and performed in the play anyway. After the play your father told him that he was to be to be withdrawn from Welton and sent to Military school. Neil was devastated as we knew he would be. James you have to believe me, we both truly believed that we were doing what was best for him and that he would get over his disappointment and lead a great life. Neil shot himself with your father's gun that night." There was a long pause on both ends of the phone before Wilson spoke.

"So that's why you didn't send me to Welton. That's why father doesn't own a gun any more." Wilson paused and took a deep breath. "Why the hell did you push me so damn much into becoming a doctor if that's what got your first child killed!" Wilson was getting angry now and House was beginning to worry. This wasn't like James at all. The phone on the other end changed hands again; it sounded like Mrs. Wilson was crying. The next voice to be heard was Mr. Wilson.

"That's enough James! Don't you ever talk to your mother like that again!" Wilson looked at his hands as if bowing his head in obedience. He was visibly shaking now. House was confused by this new side to Wilson. He was angry and yet still had the body language that showed he was going to continue to be the dutiful son. House didn't like where this conversation was going so he decided to end it.

"Mr. Perry, Mr. Wilson, whatever you want to call yourself. James is a full grown man and if you don't want him to get angry at you then stop lying to him and stop treating him like he is still a child under your control. Goodbye sir." House pressed the hang up button before Mr. Wilson could respond. He put a hand on James' shoulder and spoke softly,

"Come on, let's blow this joint." Wilson didn't look up as he grabbed his coat and stood up. He nodded.

"I've just got to see Cuddy and tell her I don't feel well and am going home. You probably don't want to see Cuddy so I'll meet you outside." House shook his head and tapped his cane on the floor.

"Use the phone and call her; it doesn't always bite you know." House walked out of the room and walked to the front doors. He managed to avoid Cuddy on his way out. He was glad about that; he hadn't done any clinic duty for the last two days.

Wilson called Cuddy and told her he was feeling sick. He didn't take sick days unless he had to and so Cuddy didn't call his bluff. He was glad because he really was beginning to feel sick as he wondered what else his parents had lied him to him about. As he walked to the front door to meet Greg he made up his mind that he was going to find out more about his brother and the things he had believed in.

tbc...

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