This took way too long and I apologize. This one is probably quite uneventful, but as I said in the first one, I want this to go slow so that actually seems at least slightly realistic. Hope you all like : )

Wilson woke before House, he had figured he would. He lay still for a moment letting all his memory soak back in. Last night he had come home early with dinner as a surprise for his wife. It turned out he got the surprise.

He knew he had been spending too much time away from home. Julie and James had barely talked to each other for months, and despite his doubts on being able to bridge the gap between them he was at least going to try this time. He wanted to try this time.

Wilson left work two hours earlier than usual by permission of Cuddy, and on his way home made a quick stop at Julie's favorite Chinese take-out restaurant then ran in next door to pick up his order of two dozen roses. Speeding and smiling his whole way home, Wilson pictured the reaction of his wife when he got home. If nothing else, it would give them one more romantic evening together.

He powered down his car, gathered his gifts and hastily let himself into his house. He first went to the kitchen, passing a couple of rooms on his way, none of them with the presence of Julie. He considered yelling for her but then realized this would be even better is he could have it all set up by the time she came downstairs.

Getting a vase from the cabinets he tried his best to be quiet so as not to let Julie know he was home. He chose one and began arranging the roses in it.

Then he heard Julie's voice upstairs. "On the phone, as always," Wilson spoke softly over his still smiling lips.

However, his grin faded when he heard another voice. "Surely no one can talk on the phone that loud," Wilson hesitantly walked away from his roses and picked up the phone in the kitchen to hear the mocking dial tone.

He winced, "Maybe it's only a girlfriend she has over." Wilson fell silent and strained his ears to once more hear the second voice, it was too deep for any woman.

Fearing the worst, Wilson began his reluctant lingering walk to the base of the stairs where he could hear what was being said. He heard one of Julie's giggles followed by a gasp and then the man's voice, "I bet you never felt this before." Julie moaned with pleasure in response.

Wilson still kept quiet even with the enormous pressure of tears behind his eyes.

Shaking a little, he slowly made his way up the stairs, with each step the voices getting louder and the pressure behind his eyes growing. At the top he saw the bedroom door open only a few inches, he crept softly to the door his face shriveling up with pain. The scene presented in the crevice in the doorway confirmed everything. Wilson watched sadly for a moment without really seeing anything.

He then felt his legs give out and he sunk to the floor, pushing himself back to the wall. He was no longer trying to be quiet, and Julie had apparently heard him for she immediately told the man to stop. Wrapped in one of the sheets she came out into the hallway first looking to the right and then to the left where she saw her husband shaped into a wreck before her.

"Oh god James," she paused not knowing what to say, "I never wanted you to find out this way."

Wilson looked at her incredulously but didn't have the energy to start an argument, he could barely form words right now.

He dropped his head to his knees and tried his hardest not to whimper like some pitiable puppy. Julie knelt down beside him and started to say something but Wilson shoved himself away from her bunching up the hallway's carpet beneath him. He fell without the support of the wall behind him which only added to his humiliation.

He stood up, "Julie don't bother. It's probably better this way right?" Wilson asked not able to believe himself and began staggering to the stairs, "There's Chinese food and roses downstairs, share it with your friend."

"Oh god…I'm so sorry James."

Wilson simply nodded, made his way down the stairs, and quickly out the front door. He grabbed his keys from his pocket, locked the door and then pushed the key through the mail slot. He knew he would have to come back in eventually but right now he wanted no ties to this house or anything, or anyone in it. He wanted to forget everything.

Now bawling freely, he sunk into his car seat and started the engine. Wilson spoke to himself between sobs and gasps, "Where the hell am I gonna go?" He had a few friends who he didn't care for nearly enough to go to for comfort, there was Cuddy, Cameron, Chase, Foreman, they would all be too awkward, too pitiful. House.

Dammit.

House would surely rub this is in his face, but House was the only person Wilson would ever trust with this information, despite everything, Greg was his best friend since medical school and even though he was an arrogant bastard who never knew when to keep his mouth shut, he was the only person Wilson wanted to go to right now. Just thinking of Greg had somehow calmed him down. He stepped on the acceleration and backed out of the driveway to his friend's home.

Wilson sat up abruptly, realizing that even just running through yesterday's events had made him uncomfortable. He then calmed himself by thinking that at least it was over, he was free of ties again and he could be with whoever he wanted whenever he wanted.

Wilson lifted the covers off him and turned to face House's bedroom door.

Whoever he wanted…

An incredulous look spread over Wilson's face as he realized what he was thinking. He quickly cleared his mind. It had always been a casual thing for him to imagine friends in a more intimate way, it was that way for most people, but for whatever reason what he had just conjured in his mind didn't seem like safe territory. Wilson stood up, he needed a shower.

House awoke the next morning to the sound of his shower running. His face was contorted into confusion. He wasn't in the shower. His eyes fluttered open to make sure then quickly closed again.

Nope, he was in his bed. House rolled over and saw two finished beers and a spilled bottle of Vicodin. "That explains the head," House said as he clutched his throbbing forehead, "now for the shower." Then House's head actually started to function for the first time that morning.

"Wilson." As the water shut off in the bathroom, the rest of his brain kicked in, including the more devious side. He knew from past experience if he appeared asleep just a few minutes longer, Wilson would find his way to the kitchen and cook up a long awaited breakfast. House turned away from the bathroom door and shut his eyes. He heard the blow dryer go on and he chuckled quietly to himself. Then minutes later it turned off and Wilson stepped out.

"House are you really sleeping?" Wilson asked this just quietly enough to let him continue sleeping if he really was.

House answered by letting out an obnoxious snore.

Wilson smirked and nodded, "Breakfast will take about half an hour."

House smiled to himself, he was going to like having Wilson back for awhile.

As Wilson was leaving the bedroom, House turned back over and he caught a short glimpse of Wilson's backside.

"Not bad," House said to himself with sarcasm, yet he meant it with truth. It was obvious to everyone that Wilson was a good looking man but House would never go that way so he found it more as amusement to poke fun at Wilson's sexuality.

When House could begin to smell breakfast he changed and left for the kitchen, sitting himself on a stool.

"Pancakes again?" House said in a sarcastic whine.

"It's better than what you normally eat," Wilson said as he placed a full plate in front of House.

House picked up his fork and immediately began cutting into his food. He had missed actually eating breakfast.

Wilson took the stool next to House and began with his own breakfast.

They were silent for some time until House took a second to speak whilst still chewing on his food, "This is good."

"You're just saying that because it's the first breakfast you've had in years that didn't consist of coffee and sugar."

"There's nothing wrong with a little pick up in the morning."

Wilson made a sound signaling he didn't agree but he wasn't going to argue.

They both continued eating in a comfortable silence.

House glanced over and saw that Wilson was eating slightly faster than he was. He started to chew a little faster, his devious side telling him that if he and Wilson finished around the same time then Wilson would also do all the dishes. As long as he had someone else around he was going to make use of them. House managed to pace himself almost perfectly, he finished moments before Wilson and stalled by yawning.

Wilson stood and reached over to grab House's plate and stack with his in the sink.

"You're too kind."

"You're too lazy."

House grinned and pushed himself upright off his stool, limping across the room to the couch where he turned on the television.

Wilson shouted over the running water and commercials House was watching, "House we're leaving in ten minutes do you really have time to watch television?"

"Correction," House shouted back, "you may be leaving in ten minutes, I however, am sticking to my schedule."

Wilson turned off the sink and came to sit next to him on the couch. "So you're going to sit here for another hour, making snide remarks at the reporters, while I go off to work and then have to explain to Cuddy why you're still home."

"Depends on what channel I turn on this morning, but you got the basic gist of it."

Wilson sighed, then stood gathering his things. He walked towards the door and just before he would've opened it he turned back to House and tried to persuade him once more. "If I wait another fifteen minutes will you drive in with me, instead of jumping on your two-wheeled death trap."

"Hey, my motorcycle hasn't killed anyone yet, and why do you care so much?"

"Because I'm a friend, who would rather explain why we were five minutes late than why you died on the way to work."

"Go to work I'm not going to die," with that said, House left the topic and turned up the volume on the television in order to drown out anything else Wilson had to say.

Wilson sighed and again turned around, this time making his way through the door. Once out in the hallway he slowed his steps thinking about something House had said. "Why do you care so much?" It was obvious House thought very little of him so why did he give so much in return?

Wilson shrugged his thoughts off as he stepped outside. He had to go to work, and do his best to ignore thoughts of House.