"Tuesday's Chinese. You going to let me in?"

House leans against the doorframe, the door pressed closely to him as he eyes his friend wearing that 'can do no wrong' look that he'd mastered.

"House, what's wrong?"

"You were going to raise my kid."

Wilson frowns. "What are you talking about? Let me in."

"Funny thing about memory loss, you know? Sometimes you get it back. I remember."

His hands turn clammy and he tightens his grip on each bag as he stares at House. Whatever he's thinking, House is hiding it amazingly well, which doesn't surprise Wilson.

"Talk, man!"

"Calm down, House."

"You've been lying to me this whole time, damn it!"

"We agreed-."

"You were my best friend!"

"I still am, House." Wilson drops the bags harshly, not caring one of them has no doubt spilled out the contents of one carton worth of food.

"You really think you're innocent, don't you,bitch?"

Wilson disregards the name-calling. He does deserve it. He makes sure to look House in the eye.

"We did what was best for you."

"Yeah, thanks for not telling me I had a kid. It's a relief!"

"You know what? You don't get to be mad at me!"

"Why the hell not?!"

"You did know once, House. And you walked out on her like the scared brat you are. You told her you didn't want a kid and left her like she meant nothing!"

"At least I knew!" House opens the door completely to face the man opposite him head on. "I had a right to know the minute I woke up."

"So you could break her heart all over again?"

"That's my kid!"

"Aren't you the one who says all love is conditional!?"

"That doesn't matter! It was my life and you tried to play God with it!"

"Just like what you do, right?"

When House doesn't answer, Wilson shakes his head and tries to calm his breathing. He'd known from day one that this would never work, and how it took so long to finally come crashing down, he doesn't know. He slumps his shoulders and looks at the best friend he's ever had, which speaks volumes.

"I'm going to leave. You need to think about what all this means." Wilson waits for any type of acknowledgement, but all he receives is the always veiled blue glare.

"House, I'm truly sorry." Again, he pauses for any reactions. Is there any way to make House reasonable? "There was just…you never wanted to have any children. And when you woke up, what was she supposed to do? Cameron gave you an out that you never had to ask for."

The footsteps fade and the shutting of the outside door doesn't faze him. His best friend had kept this from him. The only person he'd ever let get so close, had screwed him over. It doesn't matter he didn't want kids. And her? House walks back into his apartment to grab his keys. The emotion that begins to burn him somewhere inside, threatens to engulf him in its heated anger, and before it leaves, he has to see her.

"Did you seriously think you were never going to tell me?"

His voice chills her to the bone and his expression makes her gulp. She steps back, intending to let him in, but he shakes his head slowly and leans heavily on his cane.

Her shoulders raised defensively under her white tank-top, accentuating the abomination dwelling within her, the tips of her toes curling inwards, and her chin tipped downwards as if preparing for the first blow, cause him to feel that stinging emotion trying to bubble its way through.

Not able to control himself, he slams his cane across the doorframe, not caring that she jumps. "Answer me, damn it!"

She straightens, her cowardice replaced by anger. "Calm down, House."

"I will once you give me some goddamn answers!"

"I am not telling you anything if you do not control yourself," she hisses.

"You were never going to tell me, were you?" He asks, choking on the words, choking on that damned emotion.

"No," she replies softly, more ashamed of herself now, than the day he woke up. However, she's tired of lying to everyone and if this is how it ends, then it's how it ends.

"You've been…screwing with my head, tainting my thoughts, trying to make yourself look like you care, when you were just playing games with me!"

"It wasn't a game," she states harshly as she steps forward into the hallway. "I do care about you and believe me, I wanted to tell you.

"You've had over a month to tell me!"

"I couldn't!"

"Your lips still worked! That is my kid!"

If he hadn't yelled, it wouldn't have made her snap. His anger triggers hers, the memories of them fluttering over her with regret and frustration because he doesn't remember it all. He thinks he's so innocent?

Emptying the space between to the point her pregnant abdomen touches his stomach, she meets his gaze before speaking.

"And you told me you didn't want it! Do you remember that part like I do? Do you?!"

It wells up in him, wells up in her, gripping them until they can think of only one emotion. Betrayal.

A/N: Well...not the greatest chapter. I re-wrote this four times and I still don't think it quite captures House's frustration, but I do like the next chapter! Anyways, you guys can tell me how I'm doing. Don't give up on me yet, please. Thanks so much guys. Your reviews make me think I'm not completely hopeless.