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"House, I…"

"No. Just…no." He turned and walked out of Cuddy's office in disbelief.

So, Wilson did what he thought was right. He ran after him.

He grabbed House's shirt sleeve. "House, could you just…could you just give me a chance to explain?!"

"Why do you think you deserve that?" He glared at Wilson. He'd never felt so personally sleighted in all his life.

"Because of all the times I've been there for you!" He yelled.

"No, Wilson! I trusted you! I told you something in confidence, not wanting you to say anything to anyone, and you didn't! You told…you told Cuddy, of all people. Of all people…"

Wilson sighed. He was sorry. But he'd had a reason. "Just let me explain," he pleaded one last time.

It wasn't House's way to agree with Wilson. So, Wilson took his pausing and not beating him in the leg with his cane as a sign to explain.

"When I lost Julie, House, I lost practically everything. And it was my fault."

House refused to tell him that he was wrong, even though he was.

"I failed to protect her. When she died in that car crash…I should've been in that car with her." Tears were brimming in his eyes. "It should've been me."

House's heart was feeling it, but he still said nothing.

"She was beautiful. Her hair smelled like cold Christmas morning. I loved that I was 'Jim' to her. And I never treated her the way I should've. I never treated her like the great person she was." A small sob escaped his throat. "The twins need a mom, I'm not good enough."

He seemed to be waiting for House to say he was good enough, that he was all the kids needed, but it was like waiting for something that would never come.

"Anyways, when Julie died, all control was taken away from me. I couldn't stop the woman I loved from dying. So I promised myself if I could ever stop somebody I cared about from getting hurt again, I would do it."

"Is that your excuse? You were trying to protect me?"

"Well, I was! Look, I couldn't stop Grier from epilepsy. I certaintly couldn't stop you from having it. But if something ever happened to you, and it was because I didn't tell Cuddy you were epileptic…it would be like Julie all over again."

"Really. What a crock." He walked away.

"Why are you acting like this?! It's not like I told everyone you're gay or something! I'M TRYING TO PROTECT YOU!"

"No, Wilson! You wanna know why I'm flipping out? It's because this was something that I really wanted you to keep to yourself! The real reason I didn't tell you? People treat me differently when they find out. They look at me like I'm gonna fall on the ground shaking any minute! I like being treated like an ass. It means people don't know."

He turned and walked away, leaving Wilson with his mouth gaping.

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House plugged his iPod into his ears and blasted something vaguely sounding like The Who. He needed sleep.

His head was starting to pound. He realized he'd forgotten his seizure meds this morning, so he reached into his bottom drawer and grabbed some. He popped them back.

He thought about Wilson's proclamation. He sort of wished he hadn't blown up at him. Wilson was right. He'd basically lost everything when Julie died.

He thought back to the phone call he'd gotten on that late October evening.

It was about 8 at night. It had been Wilson, crying.

He would never forget that sound for the rest of his life. It was heartbreaking. It sounded like a puppy who'd been kicked.

She'd gone to get the grocery store to get something. What it was eluded him to this day. But she'd gotten hit by a drunk driver. And never came home.

Never to see her children grow up.

As House was reminiscing, Cuddy turned up at his door.

"House, you need to come quickly. It's Wilson. Something's wrong."

House's heart stopped.

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A/N: CLIFF HANGER:D R&R!