Hello Guys!I'm sorry, I know I've been a really bad author for not posting really often but cheer up: I already wrote the very end of it and am also thinking of a small one-shot sequel, when this story is done!

Disclaimer: House and his world don't belong to me...they just help me get my overactive imagination under control...or maybe out of control? Anyway, I don't make any money out of this...but how I wish I was!


Wilson unlocked the door and walked into his sunlit house. He was hoping against hope for his wife to be already gone to work. Unfortunately, he got no such luck.

"James? Honey?" came Julie's voice from upstairs. "Oh, it's you!" she exclaimed as she appeared at the bottom of the stairs. She walked towards him to give him a kiss on the cheek, all the while smiling widely. "Oh honey, you look completely exhausted! What happened? I was so worried when you didn't call." She asked, frowning slightly, obviously caring.

"I'm sorry, Julie. House had a particularly – hard – case, so I gave him a – hand." Oh wow, how did that sound? Wilson blushed as he registered the double meaning his words had taken after leaving his mouth. God, would he ever be able to think of House again, or just say his name, without his mind – and his body – making a direct connection with SEX. Or did he really want to?

Julie, who hadn't even sensed the hidden meaning in her husband's word's smiled sweetly. "Well, it must've been quite a case; you look completely worn out." What a case indeed! – Stop it! Can't you control yourself? Stop acting like a thirteen years-old teenaged boy who just discovered the pleasures of the flesh! Wilson berated himself mentally while Julie continued. "Why don't you take a hot bath and make a nap, hum?"

Looking down in Julie's honestly caring and gentle face, Wilson realized he would really break her heart when he told her about this new development in his relationship with House. "Yes, I think I'll do that", he said, not quite meeting her eyes.

There was a silent pause during which Julie gazed peacefully in her dear James' face while said James tried to master enough courage – or cruelty, depending on your point of view – to tell her. Then Julie started and said, "Well, I gotta go…I'm already late for work!" She grabbed her purse, put her coat on, talking all the while. "I have a meeting this afternoon so I probably won't be home before nine tonight. There's lasagna in the refrigerator, just put it in the oven when you get back from the hospital." She gave him another quick peck on the cheek as she headed for the door.

Wilson's brain kicked back in when she had already one foot in the door. "Wait! Julie, I…" a) slept with House, b) cheated on you with another man, c) am in love with my male bestfriend. All these possible sentences crossed his mind in half a second, but his mouth seemed to have developed a mind of its own and was content to just hang open stupidly. When Julie threw him a puzzled and slightly impatient look, Wilson mentally shook his head. Now was not the right time for that conversation. They'd have plenty of more appropriate opportunities soon enough. Resigned, he said, "Have a good day", and smiled, though he wasn't quite sure if it reached his eyes. But Julie seemed fooled enough as she smiled widely and wished him a good day too before leaving for her day at work.

Wilson took a shower (a really cold one) and slept for a few hours. After a quick salad for lunch, he prepared himself to go back to the hospital. Though he was not looking forward to telling House he hadn't confessed their affair to his wife, Cuddy had only given them the morning off. On his way to the hospital, Wilson was listening to David Bowie and singing along on Modern Love, when he heard a noise on his right. He only had time to see the horror-struck look on the other conductor's face before their cars violently collided and all went black.

House had spent the morning watching old episodes of Days of our lives and Dallas. He was still wearing the same clothes as last night. For lunch, he had eaten spoons of peanut butter right from the pot. He intended to spend the afternoon doing roughly the same thing. When the phone rang at around half past one, and he saw the hospital's number on the caller ID, he didn't even think of answering. No doubt it was Cuddy calling to complain about the fact that he wasn't in the clinic yet. No, honestly, if that woman had seriously thought he would come this afternoon to work in the Clinic, she was clearly delusional.

He was in the kitchen when the message started. But when he heard Cuddy's unusual grave tone, he quickly limped toward the machine.

"House. I know you're there. I'm not calling you about the Clinic. Dr. Wilson had an accident. He's here. His life is not in danger but…I think you should come." And she hung out.

House spent a few moments just staring at the phone. Waiting for Cuddy to call back and say it was just a joke, just a trick to get him to do his job. But she didn't.

Wilson. Hurt. His Wilson. His little Jimmy, Boy Wonder Oncologist. Hurt.

In a second, he was out the door.


Hopefully, it was worth the wait...But tell me what you think! Lots of love and cookies to everyone of you mentally unbalanced people who read my stuff! Charlotte -xxxxxxx-