Hey lovelies sorry this took forever, I've been trying to write this one for about a week, just nothing was coming to me that I actually liked then this came when I was in the car so I wrote it down and I finally finished it.

This is in no way related with the last two, but will be related to at least the next one.

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Where one ends, another begins

At least once a week, James Wilson was forced to walk into an exam room, quietly sit down on the side of his patient's bed, and watch their face fall as he informed them of their new found cancer and what would be their end.

He now retreated to his balcony with a troubled mind. You would think after so many years in the department, delivering the news would get easier, and it was now easier than it had been the first time, but not by much. The worst part was that he never had anyone to talk to about it, his wives would listen, but they could never understand. Only those who dealt with life and death situations everyday could really appreciate what he did.

House watched through his blinds as Wilson slumped forward onto the balcony's railing, his forehead falling into his hands. House easily recognized his pain, it was something he had seen far too often in Wilson and himself. He ignored it though, he needed to concentrate on his case, his patient had ten more hours at most unless he could come up with some new idea.

He looked over at his whiteboard, back at Wilson, then back to the whiteboard. "Respiratory and Lymphatic system heading for failure, depression, rash…" House stopped reading and looked back to Wilson. He couldn't figure out why this was bothering him so much. He looked at the whiteboard one last time then, fighting against all the backed up bitterness that he had worked for years to create, House stood, opened his door and walked out on to his side of the balcony.

Wilson didn't notice House until he was right next to him, leaning forward in the same fashion onto the railing and only the low separating wall was between them.

"Someone die?"

"Eight year old girl, she'll be gone in a week."

House raised his head and looked out over the horizon. He had never really attempted this whole "make someone feel better thing" and he wasn't quite sure what to say.

Turning around and sinking down onto the dividing wall, Wilson said, "I don't know why I still get so upset, there's nothing that could've been done."

"You get attached to your patient." House turned around as well and leaned against railing.

"So I should be like you and avoid them until I have reason to insult them?"

"If it works…"

Wilson half smiled and after some time turned his head to face House with a confused expression, "Why are you out here?"

"Can't a man just come out to show he cares about his buddy?"

"Maybe a man, but not you," Wilson was now forgetting his prior sulking mood.

"Ooh harsh."

"Why did you come out, really, do you want something?"

House had no idea what to say, telling the truth would destroy his reputation. He always knew that he actually cared for Wilson, but to say it out loud would force it to be true. He couldn't get away with another witty answer or Wilson would suspect something of him. He settled on something close enough to the truth.

"I just wanted to solve my case, and you kept distracting me."

"Oh Really? I'm sorry, I'll try to stand out of your range when you're thinking from now on."

"Much appreciated."

Wilson realized he had completely forgotten his original reason for coming out here, "Thank you."

"Your welcome. For what?"

Wilson smiled deviously and looked back up to House, "for caring."

House immediately responded with sarcasm. "Oh Pish Posh! You said it yourself, I'm not a man and therefore not capable of caring."

"Well then you have proved me wrong, you are capable of caring, and," Wilson paused to stand up then looked down at House's crotch, "as far as I can tell you are in fact a man."

House smiled, convinced this was all a joke, "why James, I do hope you're not trying to get in my pants, you be a married man and all."

Just what was he trying to do Wilson asked himself, even though that's how he had let it sound, what he had just said wasn't meant to be a joke. Too confused he played along, "No of course not, it wouldn't be my style to cheat on my wife."

House laughed, then getting a good grip on is cane pushed himself upright and started slowly for his door.

Wilson sat still having a furiously paced battle in his head, there was a reason he couldn't keep a lasting marriage, all he ever wanted was at House's apartment, beer, someone who cared and understood, and House himself. He came to a final abrupt decision, "Greg," he called out just before House's hand had reached the door handle.

"Yes?"

God what am I doing? "Nothing." That's right, I'm doing nothing about it, as always. Damn.

House stood a moment longer looking over Wilson then again reached for the door handle.

Would he really have come out here if he didn't care? Wilson spoke up again just in time, "Greg?"

"Make up your mind, eventually I do want to get this door open though."

Wilson stood up and walked forward coming to a stop a little closer to House than he usually would.

House noticed this, his eyes narrowed as though to more closely analyze what was going on before him.

"I…" Wilson had no idea how to approach this topic, he stuttered on his words for a moment then getting frustrated with himself, just leant forward and pressed his lips to House's.

He tried to get some feeling out of House, but his friend wouldn't even move. He pulled away embarrassed and sure he had ruined the best thing in his life. With his face to the ground he managed a, "Sorry," then turned and walked away as fast as he could, jumping over the dividing wall, to find a place where he could sulk where he wouldn't be distracting House.

To be continued : )