Part: 29
Don't own House
AN: This is going to be a two part chapter. Too long to be just one part.
It had been two days since the funeral. House had to call all of the people telling them what had happened. House had called the team and they'd come down right away. Wilson was worried for House because he hadn't eaten since they'd been down there. He was in a fog. That's the best way to explain how House was.
"Greg come on you need to eat," Blythe said.
"I'm not hungry," Greg said.
"That's not what your stomach says," Blythe said hearing her son's stomach growling.
"Well I'm not hungry," Greg said again.
Right now he was staying with his mother until they could get things figured out. She didn't want to sell the house but she also couldn't live in it. It brought back too many memories for her.
Stacy and Wilson were the only two still here. The others which had included: Cuddy, Foreman, Chase, Cameron and Fred had all went back home. Fred only came down to keep an eye on House to make sure he didn't ruin his grand plan. None of them had known he'd been there. He'd left right after the funeral because he knew if they got back and he wasn't there then it'd look weird.
"Still won't eat?" Wilson asked seeing Blythe coming down to the kictchen.
"No and I'm worried for him," Blythe said.
"So am I," Wilson said.
Blythe was upset about her husband's death but she had more time to prepare for it then House did. House knew his father was dieing but he didn't know that it would be so soon. He hadn't known like his mother had how badly off his father was.
The real reason Greg wouldn't eat wasn't because he wasn't hungry but for the fact that he didn't feel he deserved to eat. He felt like his father's death was his fault. He felt that had he known about the cancer sooner then he could have helped his father. Really there was nothing he could have done but he didn't want to believe that. His father was just as stubborn as he was.
"Greg you need to eat," Wilson said coming into the room.
"No I'm fine," House said still laying on the bed in the same clothes he'd went to the funeral in.
"I'll give you two choices. You either eat on your own or I will force feed you," Wilson said meaning business.
"I'm bigger then you are Wilson. I could take you down in a minute," Greg said not facing Wilson.
"That's what I thought you might say so your third option is that you come home with us and get checked into the hospital," Wilson said not wanting to do that to him. But he wasn't willing to put the baby's health or House's for that matter in danger just because her mommy didn't want to eat.
"You won't do that," House said.
"Won't I?" Wilson asked.
"No because you would have done it by now," House said.
"I'll give you until noon tomorrow to decide. After that I'll do what I think is best for both of you," Wilson said.
"What is best for both of us is if you leave us alone," House said.
"I can't do that," Wilson said.
"Whatever," House said just wanting to get Wilson out of there before he started crying.
"Noon tomorrow Greg," Wilson said leaving.
"Won't be here then," House said to himself.
Since Wilson knew that it wouldn't be good for Stacy too to go up and see House he told her not to. So all they could do for tonight is go to sleep and hope House came to some kind of sense.
Once House was sure everyone was asleep and would stay that way he got out of bed for the first time since the funeral. He had packed his stuff up the night his father passed on. He tiptoed down the stairs as quietly as he could. He grabbed the key for his dad's bike off of the hook before going into the garage. After he got the bike out of there he pushed it to the end of the street so that he's be long gone by time they heard the bike.
Wilson heard the bike start up and ran out of the house as fast as he could. Sure enough there was House on it riding away not wearing a helmet. From what Wilson could tell he was only wearing jeans and a t-shirt. Blythe who too had heard the bike along with Stacy came out of the house in their robes.
"Where is he going?" Blythe asked.
"I don't know," Wilson said getting into the car.
They followed House for a couple of blocks before he lost them by getting them stuck behind a train. That had almost given Blythe a heart attack seeing her son cross the tracks with a train so near by. House usually wasn't one to do that but since he wanted to get away from them he'd done it.
Once he got to the airport he left the bike so that they would be thrown off by it. He took a taxi to the bus station where he caught a bus to Texas where he'd been born. His plan was well he really didn't have a plan. He just knew he needed to get away.
Since John had some buddies that were police officers she called them to see if they could put a look out for the bike. They had told her they would because they knew how much loosing John had cost her. They knew she couldn't loose her son too. Once they found the bike in the airport parking lot they went there.
"Wait before we go running in there asking if Greg too a flight out of here maybe we need to see if he took a taxi somewhere. I mean Greg's smart enough to know that if we find the bike we'll go looking wherever it is. Maybe he didn't take a plane out but a bus instead," Wilson said.
"So what do you suggest?" Blythe asked.
"That we go inside and see if they'll let us look at tapes of the outside cameras. That way we can see if he did take a taxi out of here," Wilson said.
"Let's go," Stacy said and with that they were off.
(AN: yes by now they have changed)
Once they got inside they were allow to look at the tapes because Blythe just happened to know the head guy on duty. He and Greg had been friends since high school. They saw that Greg had in fact taken a taxi out of here. So they left and headed to the bus station.
"I'm sorry but we can't tell you if they got a ticket or not," Willy said.
They knew that House had in fact been there but not where he was going.
"Ok then Willy I'll just have to talk to your boss. And tell him that you are putting a man's life at risk," Wilson said.
"And how is that?" Willy asked.
"Because he so happens to have a disorder called Sex O Cromea," Wilson said making it up off the top of his head.
"And pray tell is that?" Willy asked.
"It's where he wants sex and drugs 24/7. If he doesn't have his meds then it's very bad," Wilson said not believing how bad a liar he was being today.
"Really is that so? And when I tell you there is no such thing as that what next? Maybe he had to take vicodin for his back?" Willy asked laughing.
"Try leg. You tell me or I go to your boss," Wilson said.
"Listen up buddy my son just lost his father. He's not thinking straightly right now. If he harms himself I'll hold you responsible," Blythe said pissed off at the kid.
"Mid 40's guy you say? Uses a cane and has an attitude?" Willy asked typing into the computer.
"Yes," Wilson said.
"Arlington, Texas," Willy said.
"One ticket to there," Wilson said.
"What are you doing?" Blythe asked pulling him away from the counter.
"I'm going to go get him back. If he's there like the kid says then he's not just going to come back on his own," Wilson said.
"Then I should go," Blythe said.
"No I should," Stacy said.
"No because if he's ran for the reason I think he has then he's not going to come back on his own. If either of you go he'll come back because he feels pressured to. He thinks he can take me so if I go then I can talk him into come back," Wilson said.
After a little more talking it was decided that Wilson would in fact go and the other two would stay.
Once Wilson was on the bus headed to Texas he tried to call House's cell. He wasn't going to tell him he knew where he was because he didn't want to scare House off. Unluckily for him House didn't answer the phone.
Meanwhile House was just boarding another bus. He wouldn't be in Texas until sometime tomorrow. He figured that Wilson was on his way there by now. He knew they'd catch on but since Texas was a big state House planned to make Wilson work to find him. Or that's what he planned to do.
The next morning…
Once House got into Arlington he took a taxi to a flower shop. Once he picked up some flowers he then headed to the graveyard where his grandfather was buried.
Graveyard…
"Hi grandpa," House said bending down so he was in front of the tombstone.
"I know Valentines day was two days ago but there's been some things going on. Like you know dad passed on. I just haven't felt like coming here since then," House said.
Every year on Valentines day, Thanksgiving and Christmas he came to visit his grandfather. William John House passed on March 25th, 1979. Greg turned 20 that year. William died of heart attack.
"Like you probably know by now I'm having your first and probably only great grandchild. I know that you didn't exactly want to see your grandson get pregnant. Well I've never been normal one in the family so it shouldn't shock you too much. I don't know if you know but I'm having a girl. I hope she is nothing like me. Otherwise I have my hands full. If you think I'm taking this all in stride you should have been around when I found out. Trust me I wasn't taking it in stride. I miss you. I wish you could be here but you can't just like my father can't," House said letting a tear slide down his face.
"Just keep an eye on dad for me if you will. And keep an eye on your granddaughter when I'm gone. I'll have her other father to do that. But I'm afraid that I won't be able to do that myself. So just look in on her from time to time," House said voice going horse.
"As you probably know by now there's a guy named Fred after her. I know there's something up but I can't prove it. Because I risk my job by doing it. Just keep an eye on her and make sure he doesn't do something to get his hands on her. I'll do as much as I can before she's born but afterwards she's in your and Wilson's hands. She'll no longer be in my hands," House said letting the tears come.
"Well I've got to be going before Wilson kills me. Well he'll kill me anyways for leaving and for not eating for three days. But I can deal with him. Mom on the other hand not so sure about. You know that woman's raft when she's angry. She'll skin me alive for leaving like that. Stacy will be right there along with her. Wilson will just throw me to them. That guy will make a good father. I just wish that I would have the chance to be a father too. But once she's out I'll be joining you. Yeah I know the whole negative thought again but how can't I be? I mean no man has ever went though labor and delivery. So the chances of me making it are slim to none. I love you grandpa," House said right hand on his stomach while his other was on the tombstone.
"Quit standing there Wilson," House said.
That shocked Wilson a little bit that House knew he was there. He'd been as quit as he could be. But not enough that Gregory House couldn't pick up on it.
"Bye grandpa," House said getting up.
"Here let me help you," Wilson said setting the flowers down to help House.
"I can do it," House said shaking off Wilson's arm.
"Fine," Wilson said pulling back.
"See you in three months," House said looking one last time at the stone before limping off.
"Where are you going?" Wilson asked picking up the flowers.
"None of your business," House said not stopping.
"House wait," Wilson said running up to him.
"What?" House asked.
"There's a stop we need to make first," Wilson said grabbing House's right arm.
"You go ahead. I'm out of here," House said. By now he'd wiped his face off so that no one could tell that he'd been crying.
"No you'll be coming with me," Wilson said.
"Go see whoever you have to go see. I'm leaving," House said.
"No we're going to go see someone and then we'll leave," Wilson said keeping his hand on House's arm.
"Why is so important that I go see this person with you?" House asked.
"It's my father," Wilson said.
"Your father?" House asked raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah my father," Wilson said looking House in the face.
"You're father is still alive," House said.
"Step father but not my real father," Wilson said.
"Hmm," House said.
"So are you coming or am I going to have to drag you?" Wilson asked.
"Fine then I'm out of here," House said knowing that he had no choice in less he was going to beat up his friend but that wouldn't be smart since Wilson could get him since he was slower now a days.
"That's fine because we're both out of here," Wilson said.
He'd had Stacy book tickets to come back to New Jersey tomorrow.
"Oh you going home?" House asked after Wilson let go of his elbow.
"Both of us are," Wilson said leading the way.
"You maybe but I'm not going home," House said.
"Why not?" Wilson asked deciding to stop fighting House.
"Because that's not my home. I don't want to be there. I just want to. You know it doesn't matter I'm not going home," House said.
"Fine either am I," Wilson said.
"Yes you are. Besides you have people that are counting on you," House said.
"And you don't?" Wilson asked.
"No," House said.
"Really Stacy isn't there along with your team or Cuddy?" Wilson asked.
"They don't count on me like your patients and Cuddy do," House said.
"And what's that suppose to mean?" Wilson asked.
"Come on Wilson. That paperwork you had to do was a date. I heard Cuddy talking about it," House said.
"Well so what? Like she doesn't count on you? Come on you're the best doctor that they have," Wilson said.
"Whatever," House said seeing that they were here.
"Well I'll just stay here," House said.
"Fine but if you try to run you will find yourself on the first plane home," Wilson said warningly.
"Yes mom," House said.
"I'll be right back," Wilson said heading to the tombstone.
"Whatever," House mumbled to himself.
Now go to Part B.