After Wilson left, House thought about their conversation and how true it was. The fact that they both had come to the conclusion that a life without happiness is no life at all was not as shocking as one might think. What was shocking is that it took nearly six and a half decades to get to that point.

True, the breakdown House had a few years ago had been the extenuating factor to bring him to this realization but it saddened the diagnostician how fragile he had become during that time and how hard it was to make it back to the state of normalcy he had grown accustomed to before.

As for Wilson, House had always known his friend would get married again and he was glad he had made the decision even if it had taken him five years to do so.

Maybe he is my protégé after all. House thought to himself while limping over to the piano. He was grateful for the solitude of his small yet spacious one bedroom apartment as the thoughts of yesterday flooded into his mind.

All of this talk of marriage, first with his parents and now with Wilson had House thinking about his own love life and relationships with women. In truth the longest relationship he had shared with a woman besides that of his mother was Cuddy.

True, he had been with Stacy for five years but his past with the dean of medicine stemmed as far back as med school when they were just students at Michigan University training to become doctors both in and out of the classroom.

He remembered the first time he saw her, it was during the last week of classes before Spring Break his junior year and Lisa had been sitting over by a bench near the psych department reading a text book. The attraction was immediate but despite his reputation as a big man on campus Greg just couldn't find the words to say to her so, he did the next best thing…put on a front of mock sarcasm.

"You know, sitting in the sun all day can cause wrinkles."

"I don't think I need to worry about that for quite sometime. Thank you very much."

Lifting her head to meet the gaze of whoever dared disturb her study time, Lisa was caught off guard by the appearance of her gentleman caller. He was tall, blue eyed and handsome with a smile that said so much and so little at the same time.

"Hi, I'm Lisa Cuddy and you are?"

She portrayed so much confidence and strength even at the age of nineteen, which thankfully hadn't faded even after everything that had happened she had hired him.

"Greg House."

The sound of the ringing telephone brought House out of his day dream with such a jolt that he nearly fell off the piano bench and on to the floor. Thankfully, the cordless was only a few feet a way resting comfortably on the coffee table so it wasn't that far out of reach.

Checking the caller id a smirk covered his lips as House recognized the name and press the call button.

"Why mistress, what an unexpected but pleasant surprise."

"How did it go with Wilson?"

"Fine, mommy. You know you didn't need to worry, we're big boys now."

"Right."

As they continued to talk, Cuddy noted a certain something in House's voice that made her worried. Wilson had told her about the surgery as soon as he had left the apartment and Lisa had confided In James that it was not their place to get involved but, now she wished she hadn't.

"As much as I love these obscene phone calls I wonder if there isn't something else your not telling me?"

"No."

"Cuddy, I can hear your nervousness from here. The heavy breathing is a dead give away."

When she didn't answer right away, House knew what it was and couldn't say he was surprised. It appeared Wilson the enabler had done it again and there was nothing he could about it.

"He told you didn't he?"

Unfortunately, Cuddy couldn't stop herself from taking on the familiar role she had grown accustomed to when dealing with House at that exact moment.

"Its my job as head of the hospital to see to it that all employees and staff are taken care of and…"

"O don't give me that. This has nothing to do with your precious hospital and it has everything to do with the fact that neither one of you can keep your nose out of my personal business."

"We're just worried about you."

"I know you are, there's nothing new there. You two have always acted like my foster parents and the funny thing is, I was never even adopted."

(More to come soon. As always, thank you for reading, reviewing and enjoying my stories.)