Okay...this chapter is intense. So all my notes are the bottom, PLEASE read them. Thank you.

"Well, look what we have here," Bill said slyly as he slowly sauntered over to where House, Cameron and Wilson stood rooted to the ground. "You thought that you were clever enough to trick me. I thought that you would have learned by now that you can't."

"Oops, my mistake. I thought that you were an idiot," House said.

Bill scoffed and waved his finger at House. "I also would have thought that you would have learned to keep your mouth shut. Look how far it's gotten you already."

"I think it's got me pretty far. Besides the occasional psychopath attacking me, I've done okay." House said.

"House," Wilson warned. House looked over at Wilson to see that the oncologist was shaking and looking at House with pleading eyes.

Bill walked around the three paralyzed doctors, circling them like an animal circles its prey. "I must admit that it was a good idea that you guys attempted. You see, this isn't my home, so I didn't know that the trapdoor was in there," Bill said, continuing his speech. "However, no matter how promising something can seem, the wall of hope can be torn back down, and it's even easier when someone helps you."

"What do you mean?" House asked.

"The so-called friends you left told me where you went. Of course, they did have some encouragement," Bill said looking at the shiny gun in his hand.

Cameron grabbed House's arm and buried her head into his shoulder. "You killed them," she sobbed.

"Killed them? No. When I went to check up on you guys, and three of you were missing, there had to be an explanation to where you had disappeared to. At first they tried to be brave and defended your whereabouts. But when threatened with their life," Bill said while placing the barrel of the gun on the back of Cameron's head, "anyone will crumble."

Cameron began gasping for air and clung to House tighter. House merely pushed Bill's hand away from Cameron. "You wouldn't kill anyone out here. Someone would hear the gunfire."

Bill tilted his head to the side. "Since you're so sure, would you like to bet on that?"

House tried to say something, but words failed him. He started stepping backwards and the others followed.

"Go ahead. You have nothing else to lose," Bill said. House remained silent and glared at Bill. "That's what I thought." Bill gestured to area around him. "Nobody lives close enough to know what happens here, so I could kill you and no one would be the wiser. And I could do it right now."

House stopped walking and looked down. Cameron was clutching his sleeve so tight his shirt was slipping off his shoulder. He leaned down awkwardly and whispered something in her ear. She slowly nodded and they both looked at Bill.

"Care to share?" Bill asked.

"Not really. It's personal," House said.

"House…," Wilson warned again, not wanting to set Bill's anger off anymore more than it already was.

"Don't feel left out Jimmy. I love you too," House said, glancing over his shoulder at Wilson, who looked extremely distressed.

"How nice. Now this is what we are going to do. You are going to follow me back to where the others are, and then I'm not going to leave that room until all of you are dead? Do I make myself clear?" Bill asked.

"Crystal," House muttered.

Bill nodded and motioned with his gun for them to go. "House, why don't you lead? You know the way?"

"Sure. My pleasure." House slowly limped past Bill, meeting eyes with him and stopping to match his glare. "Too bad you had to be like this. We could have been good friends I think."

Bill raised his eyebrows. "Really?"

"Yeah. Too bad you have to ruin it all," House said.

"So I'm a spoil sport. Oh well." Bill nudged House to continue walking. "Now go."

House sighed and looked over at Cameron. He hoped that she would do what he had told her to do, and he also hoped that Wilson would catch on and do the same. "Do you want to hear a story?" House asked.

"No," Bill grunted. "Go."

"But it's interesting. It's about the first time I ever got into a fight."

Bill sighed. "Humor me."

House nodded. "I was sixteen and at the time I was living in France. The other boys didn't like me. You know why?"

"You're an ass?" Bill asked.

"Correct. So one day after school, this group of older guys came up to me and started picking on me like low self-esteem bullies do. It turns out that I had been flirting with one their girls."

"That sounds like you."

"Am I that much of a whore?" House asked. "But anyway, it turns out that that guy didn't like that I had been hanging out with this girl, and asked me why I was talking with her."

"And what did you say?"

"I told him that she liked me better."

"That sounds like you too."

"Yeah, I guess it does, but I told him the truth." House looked over Bill's shoulder and saw that Cameron and Wilson were slowly sneaking away. His plan was working; he just needed to stall Bill a little longer. "So of course, the guy throws a punch at me, and before I know it, I have three older guys beating the shit out me."

"I can't imagine why…," Bill said.

"That's not the best of the story. So I get away from the other guys and I get back home. Of course, my mother is the one that is concerned, is cleaning the blood off of my face and is lecturing me that fighting is bad, but at the same time is glad that I am alright. But it's what my dad says that makes this story so great. Do you know what he said?"

Bill shrugged.

"He says, "Next time win, or I'll show you a beating"." House crossed his arms and looked at Bill who was digesting the words that House had just uttered.

"Great story. Now can we go?" Bill asked.

House shook his head. "I'm not done yet. Today will be the day that I make my father proud."

"What…" Bill looked around, and noticed for the first time that Cameron and Wilson were no longer standing behind House. He looked further ahead and saw that they were running a few yards away. Bill went to run after them, but House hit Bill over the head with a rock that he had found on the ground. Bill dropped his gun and sank to his knees.

House bent over and picked up Bill's gun. "Doesn't feel so good, do it?" House asked. Bill cursed and tried to grab House, but he had already started sprinting away as fast as his injured leg would carry him without looking behind him.

"House!" Wilson yelled. He and Cameron had stopped and were waiting for House to catch up.

"Go! Get out of here!" House yelled back. He was tempted to look over his shoulder, but he resisted. It was only a matter of time before Bill would catch up to them.

Even though he was in great pain and his leg was throbbing, House tried to get away faster. Wilson ran back to House and he draped House's right arm over his shoulder to help support House.

"Wilson, save yourself," House gasped. "Leave me."

"No. I'm not leaving without you," Wilson said. Wilson began to half drag House back to where a very terrified Cameron was standing. She was trembling and staring behind the two guys. House and Wilson looked at each other, and then looked over their shoulder to see a very displeased looking Bill.

House ducked out from Wilson's shoulder and pushed him forward. "Go!" House roared.

Wilson shook his head and Cameron stood ahead, looking behind her and then back at the scene in front of her not sure of what to do.

"It's not you that he wants, he wants me!" yelled House.

"True. But they aren't getting away either."

The three turned around to see that Bill had caught up with them and was looking menacingly at them. At that instant, Cameron started to run and grabbed Wilson's arm and began to drag him with her. Bill tackled House to the ground and struggled to get the gun out of House's hand. Smiling, Bill put his knee on House's right thigh. House yelped in pain, and when Bill saw his opportune moment, he snatched the gun out of House's hand and quickly got up and sprinted after Wilson and Cameron.

With anger and adrenaline pumping through his veins, House turned over and tried to get up off of the ground. After failing once, he resorted to crawling on the ground with his elbows.

What occurred next seemed to happen in slow motion. House watched as Bill caught up to Wilson and Cameron. Cameron screamed, but House could not hear her due to his own blood pulsing in his ears. Bill fired one bullet, and hearing that, Wilson pushed Cameron to the ground. Wilson turned around, and before he could take another breath, Bill shot him in the chest.

The bullet rang in House's ears long after Wilson had fallen over clutching his chest. Things then turned back to normal speed. Cameron jumped on Bill's back and began hitting him and kicking him senselessly, and with some amount of hidden inner strength, House got up and ran to where Wilson was lying on the ground.

House did not know what was happening between Bill and Cameron at the moment. He collapsed at Wilson's side in the grass. Wilson smiled but it faltered between his sobs.

"Wilson, I'm so sorry," House said. He looked where Bill had shot Wilson. It was under his shoulder, but above his heart. Blood was soaking through Wilson's shirt and Wilson looked down in disbelief.

If Wilson got immediate medical attention, he would live, but the way things looked at the moment that was impossible. He would continue bleeding, and then…

"Not your fault," Wilson choked.

"Don't die," House said.

"I don't want to."

"You'll be okay," House said, trying to sound convincing. "It turns out that Bill misses sometimes after all."

Wilson tried laughing but his ragged breathing prevented him from doing so. House wanted to say something else, but he didn't know what to say to Wilson in his possible last moments. For the first time in his life, House was losing someone close to him and knowing that fact stung his eyes with tears.

"Too bad for Dr. Wilson. He will just lay here until he dies."

House turned around to see Bill standing over them. With one hand, he held Cameron by the hair, and with the other hand he aimed a gun at House.

"If you don't get up now, I swear to God I'll kill you."

House looked back to Wilson. Wilson gave him an encouraging nod.

"Don't worry. I'll be okay," Wilson said.

House nodded. He slowly got up and limped away with Bill and Cameron, leaving Wilson on the ground. House turned his face away from Bill and Cameron not wanting them to see tears spill out of his eyes and down his cheeks, because he knew that the last words Wilson had said were not true.

Notes:

-ducks flying objects- I had to do something drastic, it's not in Bill's character to stand there and not lash out!

This was really hard to write, and most of you probably know why. But in case you don't know why, here you go: I am Wilson's #1 fan. I am a self-proclaimed Wilson fangirl. And I hurt him! -sobs- But this has been one crazy fic so far, so you never know what could happen. (So that's some more mystery for you). I wanted to show some good 'ole House/Wilson friendship. I never see much anymore due to it all being angst post Wilson's Heart stuff, and I miss friendly fanfic Wilson. :( And I think that House and Wilson's friendship is amazing, and yes, I do think that House would cry if he thought that his best friend was going to die, especially after every thing he has been through in this fic.

So don't hate me too much. :)

-Revengent