A/N: Ooh, quick update since I made you guys wait so long last time and had no classes today.

Disclaimer: DOH

And Nellas, lol, I'm going to be more regular now...I think. Hopefully. Though...I just have this mindset of not going over 1000 words. I don't know what it is, but I just can't.

"I'm not scared to talk through the whole thing."

Wilson waits for a response from the man inside the MRI. "We're not imaging your head so you can say something."

More silence and Wilson clicks the button so he can sigh without House hearing him. He knows he deserves this. In fact, he's almost relieved that now he can receive the punishment for something that, in secret, was driving him to maddening guilt not even surpassed by the cheating on his wives.

"What were you doing in the rain? Why can't you be like a normal person and sulk at home? I know that's what you were doing, sulking. You're a sulker. Actually, you're the brood master. Some people say Wentworth Miller is but he's got nothing on you."

"…."

"Okay, you're still not talking. Maybe that's a good thing since I've got some things to say." Wilson leans back in the chair and crosses his ankles beside the computer screen. "You're mad at me because I didn't tell you that you got Cameron pregnant. I'm mad at you because you never even told you were dating Cameron."

"…."

"You didn't know that, did you? The morning after you went into the coma, I was in your room, minding my own when Cameron runs in like she's fleeing from…Chase, and after asking two hundred questions, which I'll have you know was not pleasant in the least, blurts out that she's dating you. I laughed. Can you believe that? My best friend is in a coma. Cameron tells me she's my best friend's girlfriend. And I laugh." Wilson covers his mouth at the memory.

"…."

"Never once did I think you had something going on with Cameron. I mean, I figured something was up with somebody, but not her. And when she told me she was pregnant…she was a wreck, House. I thought she was joking at first. Gregory House, world renowned diagnostician, was going to be a father. God help us."

This time, he doesn't try to stifle the tired sigh that needs to escape him. "I found you."

"…."

"Well, maybe the landlady and I found you at the same time. It's her name on the record at least." He clears his throat. "Cameron called me that morning, told me that you two had had some kind of fight. That early in the morning, I didn't even realize that it should've sounded bizarre. I got there as your landlord was opening the door. I don't remember telling her to call 911. I don't remember taking your pulse. I don't remember the police asking me questions."

"…."

"You're almost done. You know what? I think you were right the first time. You shouldn't be a father. I mean, no one else would think you should be a father either, but now I think they're right. You especially shouldn't be the father to a kid that would have Cameron as their mother. You're a screw-upper, I think is the right word. So, I guess the first time you ran away, you were right to do so."

"…."

"You hurt her two-fold, House. She shouldn't have had to go through this again, but you made her. What kind of person does that? What kind of father would that make? Even I don't think you're redeemable, but that's how it's always been, right? You defining your own rules and if something changes, turn tail to the other direction so you can't see it. It's a great quality for someone who wants to be alone the rest of his life."

Taking his legs off the counter, Wilson leans forward in the seat now. "No matter what you do though, you're going to have a child running around here. You can't run away from that. You can't be alone knowing that. But if you keep doing…this, then she's going to leave and take your child with her. You might not care now, tomorrow, or a few years from now, but one day, you will. And you'll have to live with that, along with everything else."

Even though he shouldn't, Wilson walks out to the MRI machine as the scan ends. He watches House struggle to sit and finally look up at him through the fifteen feet separating them.

"You need help getting back into the wheelchair?"

House doesn't answer him so he wheels the chair over and takes a step back so the man can do it himself. The pride of Gregory House always amazes him.

"You're a pompous, arrogant, jerk."

"What?" Wilson asks, surprised and cautious at the same time at House's first words.

"You're constantly lecturing me about my life like you're better than me, know more than I do. Guess what? You're just as screwed up as I am. I don't have to listen to you."

"But you do."

House is silent for a few beats and his hands come to lie in his lap. "You screwed up, Wilson."

A shrug is all Wilson can afford. "We all do eventually."

"You can't think that it's suddenly alright. You lied to me. You kept lying to me."

"You really think this is all about you, don't you? Don't you understand she's as much a part of this as you are?"

"And what was your excuse, Wilson?"

He blinks. What is his excuse? After all this time, the reason's been distorted, falling to the back of his mind so he doesn't have to think about it. Did he do it for Cameron? Did he do it for himself? Did he do it for House?

"I did it for the kid," Wilson answers midthought. "That's the only innocent one here, isn't it? If you couldn't give your child what they needed, why couldn't I stop the trail of regret that's still in you because of your father?"

House leans back, not willing to give Wilson credit for knowing him better than anyone else. Damn it.

"Wilson--."

"You need to come down to the ER now!"

"What happened?" House asks, his attention fully on the brunette in pink scrubs.

"Dr. Cameron was on her way up the stairs and she fell. She keeps asking for you."

"Wilson."

"Got it," he replies, his hands already pushing House's wheelchair toward the door.

A/N: So...I'm not going to lie. The thought of a nohappyending did cross my mind. Show of hands! Who wants House and Cam together? Cuz right now, I'm on the fence. Many thanks to the reviewers. Many thanks to the silent readers.