A/N: I give you CHAPTER TWO! Enjoy!

The faint, pounding ring in his ears slowly pulled him from sleep's grasp. Ugh. His head was killing him. As he pulled himself back into reality, he suddenly recognized the ring tone.

'Shit. It's Julie.' James thought with a groan. She was probably calling to work things out. She was always the first to try and resolve issues at hand.

"Are you gonna answer that or do you plan on making my brain leak out my ears? Clever, really. But, not the best thing to do after a night like..." Greg trailed off as realization hit him as well. "It's her."

James nodded and tried to climb out of the tangled heap he and House had somehow gotten into. "Greg, I gotta go. Julie..." He sighed. "I'll talk to her, but...I have to know something first..."

"What?" House said with a slight wince as Wilson carefully moved around his leg. Wils gave a concerned look, but Greg waved his hand dismissively so Jimmy wouldn't worry.

"I..." Wilson exhaled and drew a hand through his hair. "I have to know...i...if...you really want to take...this somewhere." He stopped when he saw the shocked look on House's face. Then, he sighed and continued. He had to get this out on the floor.

"Or...was this just a fluke...?" James looked intently into Greg's eyes and baited breath for a response.

"Hey." House lifted his head to be level with James, "I'm a man of my word." He leaned in, much to his surprise as well as James's, and planted a small kiss on Wils's lips.

Jimmy blushed profusely and stammered out a response, "I...you...you do realize...I ha...have to tell...her..." The rouge that painted his cheeks rapidly dissipated as he stared at Greg intently.

"You know how to treat cardiac arrest at home, right Wils?" House snarked with a devilish smirk painting his features. Wilson smirked back partly because of the twisted sarcasm and partly because of his new nickname. In the back of his mind, he kept saying it which made him grin even wider.

"Well if I'd known you liked that name so much, I would have started calling you that sooner." Greg smirked again and let out a small laugh. Wilson laughed too, and House saw his eyes light up with such a glow that his smirk broadened if only for a second. But, as soon as the light entered James's eyes, it disappeared and worry filled them.

"I have to go." He said quietly, "See you at work?"

"Yeah. See you there." Greg said, a small flash of concern dancing in his eyes before concealing itself behind the rough exterior again. Wils reached out and touched his hand lightly before leaving without another word. For the first time in years, Greg was looking forward to going to work.

As Wilson pushed open the door to his house, he was met by concerned eyes. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. His shirt was rumpled and he was sure he still smelled like alcohol.

"Oh James..." Julie said, embracing her husband, "I'm so sorry for everything. I never should have suggested..." Her voice trailed off and she hugged him closed. James squirmed uncomfortably under her grip and took a struggled breath.

"James? You...smell...like whiskey..." Julie looked up at him again, "James...oh God...have you been drinking with him again?"

Wilson felt her eyes searching for the answer. He let out a resigned sigh and nodded. Her gaze changed from concerned to angry. Jimmy braced himself for the oncoming barrage of insults and constant onslaught of derisive quips.

"Jimmy! I can't believe you! You stupid drunkard! You get wasted after every silly fight! I can't believe I married such a sickening, pathetic excuse for a man! You're disgusting!" Julie caught her breath and turned away from him. He knew she wasn't about to reason with him. He also knew that this wasn't the time to reveal the divorce...or House. Although he knew that...something in his being pushed him along and he blurted out those words he'd been on the receiving end of so many times.

"Julie...I want...a divorce..." the voice was barely there in the painful silence.

"W...what?" Julie stared at him in shock. It was one thing for her to suggest divorce...she was the victim...right? It's not like she was completely clueless about her husband's affairs. She knew was unfaithful, and his unfaithfulness made her the victim...right? But for Wilson to look at her point blank and demand a divorce in that horribly feeble voice...

"I'm...in love...with someone else..." James felt a blush mingle with his features at the mere mention of loving House. He was thinking frantically of how to phrase the next confession.

"With who? Who could you possibly love? What silly girl would love you back knowing that you are a womanizing bastard!" Julie's voice remained cool and collected, but inside she felt the fire building.

"He...he'll treat me well...because he..." Wilson trailed off and felt the tears welling up. 'Don't break...you can do this...for House...'

"HE! Oh God, Jimmy! I knew you were in touch with your emotions, but...oh God..." She felt herself involuntarily gag with disgust. But then, Julie's face slowly lost all anger as she realized who James was talking about, "You...you've fallen for...your best friend..."

James nodded and grabbed his jacket to leave, "I have to get to work..."

"If you leave...I won't be here when you get back..." Julie choked back tears.

"Goodbye Julie." James said, leaving her to sob in the entryway.