House's War: Battle of Princeton – Second Skirmish

"I thought they would have put you in jail by now." House said grabbing the phone.

Taking a seat, Moriarty said "I wouldn't do that if I were you."

"Why, you going to shoot me again?" House said "Or is it because you don't want to go to jail?"

"I believe you'd be the one going to jail – and not the one you think."

House chuckled and turned to find no one there. Putting down the phone House sat back confused.

"What in the hell is going on?"

I warned you.

He shook his head, not wanting to believe what was happening. He needed air - air and solitude.

House opened his office door, looked up and down the hall. No one was in sight – House heard nothing.

"I'm going crazy."

You aren't crazy already?

House moved as quickly as he could to the elevator and hopefully too his sanctuary – the roof.

House opened the door to the roof. The sun was setting giving a warm glow over the lemmings leaving and new

lemmings filing in. House himself did the same dance, waltzing through a life he didn't recognize anymore.

Why in the hell did he feel this way?

At the beginning of his plan, he knew that if he could keep things quite – he could get his reward. Pain free and vicodin free – hopefully ending his addiction. Thanks to his ducklings, that was over.

Well you did it to yourself.

Great, Jimmy jr's back.

Moriarty walked up to the ledge. "Why are you following me?"

"You tell me. I seem to show up when you need to work out a problem."

House shifted his stance. "That was one time. I haven't seen you since then."

"So why don't you talk with your friend, Dr Wilson."

"I can't. Let's leave it at that."

"Ok, so why am I here?" Moriarty sat on the ledge. "You called me."

House sighed. Something told him that the new "Cricket" wouldn't leave until he worked it out.

"Come on House, catch me up."

"HA! I thought you were a part of me, so you would know everything I know." House huffed sitting on his normal spot. His leg reminded him of his limits – House quickly swallowed two of his best friends.

"So, House start from the beginning."

"I was born in a log cabin…" House began, Moriarty rolled his eyes. "You know what I mean."

House stared at his conscience. Why did it take the form of this man – the one who shot him? House took a deep breath, searching for the right words.

"Stop searching for the right words, just talk."

"It's all moot now, she's with someone else." House gazed out to the horizon.

Moriarty cleared his throat, "Again why am I here. House I wouldn't be here if you thought it was truly over."

"I saw her and the wombat come out of the closet literally. I chased her away and she went to him."

"But you kissed her right?" House nodded "Actually, she kissed me. I just responded."

"And you wanted it." House didn't answer the question, but there was no reason he had to.

"So, what do you do now? How do you deal with the problem?"

House turned toward the sunset. "Tell me."

"I figure you've got three outcomes," Moriarty jumped down. "First, you keep your feelings about Dr. Cameron to yourself and continue to be a big pain in the ass." House chuckled. "Second, you tell her how you feel and she laughs in your face."

"I don't think that's going to happen. You don't know her." House slipped off the ledge and walked toward the door.

"Wait, you haven't heard the third outcome." He followed House to the door. "Third, you tell her how you feel and she falls in love. You live happily ever after."

House walked though the door, hoping to leave his problems on the roof. Just his luck, House hears his voice again.

But that's the outcome that scares you the most.