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House made his way to the roof managing to avoid anyone he knew, he was looking forward to telling Nolan about Remy and him. It was a cold clear day, it had snowed the during the night and the scars of progress were blanketed in drifts of frozen purity. It was mystical, the sunlight so bright, and bouncing off the rounded hills of white made him blink, but House found the beauty around him something he couldn't take his eyes off. It was as if he hadn't seen the world for a very long time as if he were waking from a tomb. It was his own resurrection. He filled his lungs with the frigid dry air, picked up his phone and called Nolan.

"This is Dr. Nolan."

"Uhhh Hi" He was suddenly nervous as a schoolboy.

"Greg? Is that you?"

"Yeah, it's me."

"Is everything alright?"

"Well, yeah things are great." Why was he so hesitant?

"Really? Great hunh. Care to expound on that?"

"See I met someone. Well not met exactly, I already knew her, but now…"

"Now what?" Nolan was intrigued and sat down.

"It's someone I work with, and there could be some backlash."

"Is it Lisa?" He sounded too hopeful.

"No dammit it's not Lisa! Why does everyone assume it's Lisa? She doesn't want me and she's fucked with my head enough, like I would after Lucas."

Oops. I touched a very raw nerve. "You are right Greg I shouldn't have assumed anything, and I am so glad to hear that you see what a problem that relationship has been for you, and that you deserve better."

House calmed down. Shit it's cold out here. "Okay."

"Well?"

"I'm not sure I want to tell you now."

"Why is that ?"

"Because right now only me this person and Wilson know, and it feels…good that no one knows."

"Is that because you want to keep it private or is it something else?"

"It's that, and the fact when people find out they are going to freak out and give us a hard time. Some people will be especially upset ."

"Look Greg why don't you make this easier on the both of us and tell me."

Should he tell Nolan? He came up here to do just that , but now he felt scared to reveal the treasure he'd found, lest anyone tarnish it.

"Greg?"

"I'm thinking dammit!" He was cold and tired and feeling confused, all this made for a pissed off House.

"Okay, I'm just going to tell you like I did Wilson."What do I say? Dating? Fucking? In love? " I am seeing Remy Hadley." He waited for Nolan's response his teeth and fists clenched for the anticipated battle.

"Remy Hadley? You mean your fellow? Thirteen?" How the hell am I supposed to respond to this?

"Yes. Any questions?"

Hell yes there were questions! " How did this come about?"

"It just sort of happened. It started as flirting and went straight to fucking, and somewhere along the way it became…"

"It became what?" Darryl Nolan was literally on the edge of his seat.

"It became something different. Something… special." God I sound like such a sap.

Wow this is big! "That's great Greg. I am happy for you."

"Don't you want to tell me how stupid it is? How wrong it is?"

Yes I do. But Will I. "No Greg I don't. I would be the worst kind of hypocrite if I told you that. After all I am the one who has been encouraging you to open up and to let people in."

Good. He felt a huge weight lifted off of him, and his light mood returned.

"Do you want to tell me more?"

"Sort of." He could feel himself blushing. Idiot.

"Go ahead."

"First of all I wasn't expecting this, hell I wasn't even looking for it. When it happened I thought it was a Dear Forum story come to life, but something changed. One minute we were two horny people having amazing sex, the next we were…"

"You were what?"

"As sappy and crazy it sounds, we just clicked. It was the damnedest thing really. For a second I thought I might be hallucinating. I mean she is so beautiful and young, and perfect. Why would she want a misanthropic old bastard like me? It just isn't logical."

"Does she feel the same way?"

"Yes, she does, weird hunh?" He said it with an air of wonder and disbelief.

Incredible! This is the man I knew was beneath all of that armor. God I hope this works out because he'll never recover if it doesn't.

"I think this is great news Greg. I am so pleased you have opened your heart to someone, I know it's a big step for you. As for the issues you will encounter we need to talk about that face to face. For now why don't you keep it private until you both feel it's the right time?"

"Yeah okay, thanks Nolan."

"You're welcome Greg. I'll see you Saturday."

"Bye Nolan."

"Goodbye Greg."

That wasn't so bad.

He stood there thinking over everything Nolan had said. The psychiatrist tried to hide his shock but House could tell. Still he hadn't freaked or condemned him, and that made House feel better.

It's freezing out here, and at some point I should probably do some work. He sighed and turned to leave, looking over his shoulder at the dazzling snowdrifts bedecking the campus, he didn't want to leave. As he turned back around he over compensated and it caused him to lose his balance, his cane slid on the icy roof and he was falling. There was no way to stop the fall he could only hope that he wouldn't be injured too much.

He hit the ground with much more force than he expected, he felt something snap in his arm and wrist as he tried to catch himself with his hands. His legs hit with a heavy thud and his head exploded with the pain from his bad leg. Oh fuck that hurts! After lying there a few minutes trying to catch his breath and work up the courage to try to get up, he put his cane out beside him and pushed himself slowly up gasping with pain as his bruised thighs and scraped knees protested the move. It was his arm that filled him with agony and he took great care not to bump it. He was finally upright again, and he began to walk as slowly as possible. What originally was several feet and a short walk to the door had become a trek, his breathing was labored as the pain he was experiencing was causing his body to rebel. He could feel the sheen of sweat on his face and the wooziness of his head, his broken arm was sending him into shock. I have to get the hell off this roof, and soon. He made a few torturous sliding steps forward, the fear of falling gripping his throat. God I am an old man. He was making progress, the door was much closer than it had been, this helped him focus on the getting out of there and not the pain.

Just a few more feet and I'm home free.

Unfortunately as careful as he was being he couldn't see the ice patch he placed his cane on. The cane slid out in front of him along with his leg, and he landed on his back and head. Well that's me fucked . He felt tears of frustration begin to slide down the sides of his face and into his ears. His head was pounding, he felt it bounce when he fell. His arm was a living creature made of pain that tormented him with the slightest movement. So he reached up with his good hand to feel his head. He wasn't pleased to see blood on his fingers but he wasn't surprised either. Probably a minor concussion, I'll just get my bearings and get out of here. As he tried to sit back up his vision became fuzzy and his body felt like lead. He was unconscious in seconds.