Sorry about the late update, it would have been quiker if I had actually been able to type this up onto my computer. sigh Well, here it is; no 3. About the alternate ending: it sort of wrote itself like that to begin with, strangely, but I wanted to add more slash, hence the two endings.

"Hey Wilson," House said, leaning against the door, a pile of folders under his arm. "Wilson!" There was no reply. The oncologist was staring off into space with a less than happy expression on his face.

House rolled his eyes and made his way over to Wilson's desk, resting against it as he leant down and shouted into his boyfriend's ear, "WILSON!"

With a startled look Wilson finally looked up. "Huh…oh. Sorry Greg."

"What's up?" House frowned. "You haven't stolen my Vicodin have you? Nah, you're too nice to be on drugs. What about a rare 'spacing out' syndrome?" He raised an eyebrow. "What is it?"

Wilson looked uncomfortable. "It's nothing. It doesn't matter."

"Yeah right. And Vogler and I are really getting it on in his office. Come on, come on," he motioned somewhat menacingly with the folders, "I'm waiting."

"Julie knows…well she guessed…about us. She threw me out, and I imagine she'll be sending me divorce papers soon."

"Hmm. I would have thought you'd be pleased." House gave him a searching look.

"I should be; things have been going from bad to worse, and I'm a lot happier with you than her, but…I think it's as if this marks a turning point in all this. When I'm no longer married…there's no going back."

"And you really mind that?" House asked quietly.

"Well, I suppose not…" Wilson replied, a slight smile ghosting across his face. "It's just a little intimidating, you know."

They looked at one another, a comfortable silence between them.

"Don't worry," House leaned in closer. "I'm here for you."

Their lips touched softly; a light kiss growing more passionate, before they broke apart for breath. Wilson smiled broadly, a slight laugh escaping from his mouth as he regarded his lover with affection.

"You have a gift for making me feel better," he said.

"I seem to recall that your door locks, doesn't it," House replied mischievously.

"Yes. Yes it does."

Alternative ending (non slashy): Read from…a comfortable silence between them.

"Well then," House said finally, his voice cheerful once more. "What do you think of this?"

He slid a folder in front of Wilson, who began to look through it.

"Hmm… interesting. You're thinking a tumour, perhaps?"

"Yeah. I've got the ducklings running some tests, but I want to know what you think."

"Matches the symptoms…but when has it ever been that easy?"

"You know, that's quite suspicious really. You could almost think we're in some medical drama." House grinned. Wilson rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, that's right," he said, transferring his gaze back to the folder. "We're all the pawns of a maniacal director."

House didn't reply, but he had a thoughtful look on his face that remained there for the rest of the day.

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