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Meeting his brother's family of choice not blood - The parent figure.

Wilson found himself once again sitting in his office thinking about Neil Perry. He played his mother's words over and over again in his mind; there was something about them that had bugged him. Then it clicked, "We didn't mean to lie to you." That's what she had said to him, they didn't mean to lie. Everything they had ever told him had been a lie. Wilson took a deep breath and pushed the anger back inside himself. Work wasn't the place for him to get angry; he didn't want to take his anger out on one of his patients – they had enough problems to deal with. He looked up Todd Anderson's number from his file and called him.

"Hello?"

"Hello, Todd?"

"Ye. Who's this?"

"It's James Wilson. I met you in the clinic the other day. You told me about Neil Perry and I didn't tell you this then but it turns out Neil was my brother."

"Your brother? How did you find that out?"

"I… well that picture you showed me of Neil… His parents looked like mine would have 40 odd years ago. So I, well actually my friend, called them and they told me that Neil was my brother and that they hadn't meant to lie to me. I guess they're still lying. My mother told me that Neil died because some teacher had put foolish ideas into his head and because Neil had been disappointed when my father had caught Neil going behind his back. I was hoping you could tell me more about my brother. Please?"

"I don't think your mother is still purposefully lying to you. I think that she truly believes that that is really why Neil killed himself. They can't understand what it felt like back then to truly believe that you could choose your own path in life and how free and invincible we felt. Neil didn't think he would be hurting anyone if he performed in the play, he thought everything would work out in the end. Neil was a dreamer. I didn't really know him for very long but if you want I can give you the addresses of Mr. Keating and some of Neil's other friends. They can tell you more about Neil, all I can tell you is what happened in the build up to his death. You need to know more." Wilson took the details from Todd and thanked him before hanging up the phone. Tomorrow was his day off, he's use it to visit Mr. Keating.

Wilson looked down at the address in his hand, double checking that he was at the right number house. He knocked on the wooden door and waited. It wasn't long before the door opened and a frail old man stood before him.

"Hello Mr. Keating. My name is James Wilson. I was wondering if you would be willing to tell me about my brother." Mr. Keating stepped aside to let Wilson in.

"Come in James. I take it you are talking about Neil Perry when you say your brother. It's amazing how much like him you look." Wilson nodded before following Mr. Keating to a seating area in his house. When Mr. Keating sat and motioned for Wilson to do the same Wilson sat on the sofa opposite Mr. Keating's armchair. "I don't know what I can tell you about Neil, James. I only knew him for a short time and it was my teaching that eventually killed him. I've heard people disagree with this conclusion but in the end if Neil hadn't had me for a teacher he never would have disobeyed his father and never would have felt the need to kill himself." Wilson wasn't sure how to respond to this. He knew from experience that Mr. Keating didn't need him to argue against what he had just said. It would sound empty and hollow.

"What did Neil believe in, Mr. Keating?

"Living deliberately. Sucking all of the marrow out of life. Carpe Diem! Neil believed in all of these things; he wanted to live before he died. Like I said before though, I didn't know Neil for very long. Perhaps you should be asking Neil's friends about him. His best friends included Todd Anderson, Knox Overstreet, Charlie Dalton, Steven Meeks and Gerard Pitts. There was another one, Richard Cameron but he became regarded as the Judas of the group and may not want to talk to you."

"I've spoken to Todd Anderson. He was the one who told me about Neil after seeing me nearly gave him a heart attack. Thought he'd seen a ghost. Spoke to me for a while as if I was Neil. He struck me as a sensitive guy." Mr. Keating smiled before nodding.

"Yes. Todd always was the sensitive one of the group. Trying to live up to the reputation of a brother he was nothing like and fulfil the expectations of parents who paid no attention to who he really was. Marvellous poet, all I had to teach him was how to believe in his own abilities." Mr. Keating smiled as he remembered his students. "He was a fast learner. They were all amazing boys who had great potential. You should talk to them. I'd imagine that they have a million stories they could tell you about Neil." Wilson studied the man in front of him. His far away gaze told Wilson that his mind was no longer in the present; he was lost in the memories of a time long ago.

"I'll do that sir." Mr. Keating looked at Wilson when he heard his voice. Then he nodded before changing the subject.

"So tell me James, how are your parents?" Wilson suddenly thought that Mr. Keating's carpet was very interesting and studied its swirling pattern for a while before answering.

"They're not called Perry anymore; they changed their name to Wilson. They have 3 sons, including me. For the last 35 years they have called me their eldest son, their first born. For 35 Years they have lied to me and when I confronted them with the truth my mother told me that they hadn't meant to lie to me. When I got angry my father told me I should never talk to my mother like that again but his tone o voice told me I should never talk of the matter again. I guess they learnt from their first mistakes because for my whole life I have played the role of the dutiful son. There are no photos of Neil in our house and his name has never been mentioned again. I have no relatives called Neil and my parents went crazy when I thought about calling my pet kitten Neil. I don't know where the name came from, I just thought that our family needed a Neil in it, kid's intuition I guess." Wilson paused and then looked up at Mr. Keating. He was surprised to see that Mr. Wilson's face was a picture of complete understanding and yet his eyes were filled with what, Wilson thought, looked a lot like pain. Mr. Keating spoke softly as he asked Wilson how much his beliefs were like those of his brother.

"Do you believe in seizing the day James?" Wilson thought about this before replying.

"I've had 3 wives. If that's not seizing the day…" Mr Keating didn't reply he just waited for Wilson to answer his question. Wilson ducked his head and shrugged his shoulders before continuing.

"Ok. Seriously? I work with cancer patients; I spend so much of my time giving news like, 'I'm sorry. Your illness is terminal,' '5 survival rate,' and 'You have 5 months at most.' So to answer your question, yes I do believe in seizing the day because you never know when your last day will be."

"Good I am glad that your parents didn't manage to quash your will to live life. If you'll excuse me now James I am an old man and this has been a very tiring day." Wilson got up and shook Mr. Keating's hand.

"Thank you sir. I'll be leaving now and I'll contact Neil's other friends. Thank you once again for speaking with me." Wilson and Mr. Keating bade each other good bye and Wilson left. He had to speak to House; House would know what his next step should be and how he should go about talking to Neil's friends. House's people skills might leave a lot to be desired but he still understood human nature with an eerie insight. Wilson decided to call by House's place that night to ask his friend's advice.

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