There were no words that could utter what she felt.
Gab sat quietly, her hands tucking the sheets that wrapped around her tightly under her arms. Looking down slowly, her hair spilling over her shoulder, her long bangs sweeping before her half closed eyes. She watched the body next to her sleep.
Wilson laid on his side facing her, his face buried in his pillow, his arm reached out to her, resting his fingers gently within her lap. The covers laid bundled at his hip, baring his naked chest and arms. It was like any other night.
Gab rose her hand, letting her fingers hover above his face, being as careful, as gentle as she could. She brushed his bangs back up from his forehead, causing him to stir a little, burying his face back into his pillow. She watched his lips move and his hand lift up to hit her own weakly, but the sound he uttered made her heart stop cold. Lifting her hand up away from him, she watched him sleep, a smile on his peaceful face. Curling her fingers, she had the sudden urge, the sudden need to... No.
Slowly she slipped out from under the sheets, careful to not wake him. Rubbing her thigh, she bit her lip to keep herself from reaching for her pill bottle. The sound of rattling pills would wake Wilson and that would lead to questions.
Questions right now she didn't want to answer.
Quickly she dressed herself, searching carefully for her shoes and cane. Once she found all the pieces to her attire, she made her way out from his room and lightly slide the bed room door back close behind her. She listened, and she heard it again and the grip on her cane tightened. Her eyes burned and a voice inside of her head laughed out in mockery.
No, she was not crying.
Sitting herself upon the couch, pulling her shoes closer, she laced them back on, all a while she felt something warm trail down her cheek.
No, she was not crying.
Once done, she pushed herself back up, looking back around. Wilson's apartment was so clean, aside from the clothing that were tossed due to their earlier fooling around. Her hands were shaking as they rose to her face, wiping at her face quickly.
She was NOT crying.
Grabbing her cane and bag, she began to make her way out. Tomorrow was the talent show and she needed to get everything ready besides. Gripping the door frame tightly, she looked back to the empty living room, her free hand slipping her bag over her shoulder. She needed to tell Jessica her dirty little secret.
Closing her eyes, letting the door close. She finally admitted it.
Maybe....She was crying....
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"Alright, this is how its going to go. Wilson, you and your partner will go up last."
"What?" Wilson stared at Lisa shocked, seeing her snickering face behind the program. It was three more hours til the talent show and everyone was running back and forth getting the stage ready. Using one of the lecture classrooms, they went out to get the stage set and the speakers plugged in. Nurses were walking down the hall singing a little tune or chatting about their act they would perform tonight.
In Cuddy's office, both Houses and Wilsons sat.
Greg looked everywhere except for Lisa's desk while James stared dumb founded at her. Jessica was giggling and elbowing her friend, Gab as she sat there half awake, her head rolling to the side in her sad effort to stay alert.
"Well, I figure since you're doing a nice slow song with Gab. It would be a nice end to the show." Lisa explained.
Wilson blushed deeply before raising his hand to confess but Gab cut threw like a blade. "I'm not singing with him."
Lisa frowned, looking at her sheet. "But it says Wilson and House!"
"Well duh, thats cause I'm House too, or did you forget? Women, they forget everything expect their shoes, am I right or what?" Greg held up his hand in a high five to James who only shock his head in dismay at the sight of Cuddys face.
"Oh no no no, this is not going to happen!" She freaked, dropping her papers. She began to babble but was cut short when Gab shoved herself to her feet. "If your going to go all 'she crazy' on them for doing a gay duet, I dont need to be here. Lets go Jess."
With out waiting for a reply, Gab turned and left. Jessica pushed herself up with a frown, whispering her apologies before chasing her friend down.
"What crawled up her butt." Cuddy asked, only to glare when Greg shock his head.
"PMS, what can you do?"
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"Gab! Gab hold up!"
She kept walking, putting herself as far away from that room as possible. She couldn't stay. She had plans, she needed to get them set. A hand grabbed her arm stopping her at the elevators. Turning a little, she rose a brow at the huffing Jess, her body bent a little in her need to catch her breath.
"W-Whats wrong?" Jess panted out lightly. "Are you nervous about tonight?"
"Nope, I'm thrilled." She answered boredly, hitting the up button. Jess sighed, frowning at her friend. Something was wrong. Normally she would pick and get it out of her but right now. She had to many other things on her mind. "Does the dress fit?"
Gab looked at her shocked for a moment before groaning, covering her face with her free hand. "I should of known it was you." Jess laughed out as the elevator doors opened, letting them both slip by the departing people to hit the number to their floor. "Well of course! Who else knows you better when it comes to clothes?"
"Chase?"
"Whose female."
"....Chase?"
"Shut up and answer my question."
Gab sighed before giving a nod, "It fits, your a master at measuring. But how did you do it I wonder. awww, Wilson did you drug my drink and take advantage of me while I was sleeping? Please say you did." She laced her fingers together, giving Jess a pout in a plea but her friend only rolled her eyes.
"Nope. I had your old measurements from my last wedding."
"Joy kill." Gab growled.
"You know it." Jess replied with a smirk. Gab glared a little but gave a small smile. Leaning over, she bumped her hip with Jess's own making her friend laugh out a little before bumping back.
Gripping her cane lightly, Gab watched the number blink to life before blurting out.
"We need to talk."
Jess looked up at her friend, tilting her head. "About?"
"....Us..."
"Oh no, are you leaving me? Is the sex that bad?" Jess laughed out but Gab didn't join. This worried Jess a little more. Reaching out, she touched Gabs hand that gripped the cane lightly.
"Gab... Are you okay?"
Gab closed her eyes a little. With her free hand, she rose it slowly, letting it hover in the air for a moment before settling it on the other that held her hand so tenderly. She didn't want to let go. Curling her fingers, she closed her eyes when she felt Jess's free hand touch her face, brushing back the locks of her hair.
"Gab, tell me whats wrong."
Opening her eyes, she looked down at her best friend quietly, giving a slow small smile at the sight. She was so cute when she was worried. Squeezing her hand, she let it go muttering. "I'll tell you later tonight. But be warned. I might be sleeping over at your hotel."
"My hotel? Whats wrong with Wilsons??"
Gab looked away, her face giving a weird expression when she tried to think of an excuse. "Oh...you know... women problems?"
"Do you need a pad?"
Gab sighed before slapping her forehead. "You really are a mood killer." Jess began to ask why but the doors opened and Gab walked out. "Forget it. I'll tell you tonight."
"Gab! The Talent show is tonight!"
"Oh yeah. Thank goodness I go up first huh?"
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