Here it is folks, the long awaited chapter 6. I hope you all enjoy it! Thanks to all of you who have reviewed!

They spent the rest of the night talking until finally falling asleep.

In the morning, House was the first to wake up, he could feel Cuddy's warmth and a smile spread across his face. Why would this woman be here with him? What did do to deserve this angel's embrace?

Unfortunately, the sound of the ringing telephone distracted House causing him to reach over to retrieve the portable phone from where it was set on the night stand.

"Hello and thank you for waking me from a very pleasant sleep."

The sarcasm that dripped from every word his boss uttered was normal to Foreman so he chose to ignore it.

"Good morning to you too. You have to come in, we've got a new case."

Not caring to hear the rest, House interrupted his colleague while closing his eyes for a moment "Ah no, that's where your wrong Eric. You have a new case and You can handle it. I have plans, at."

This being said the diagnostician hung up the phone and returned to his warm embrace with Cuddy.

Meanwhile, after a "pleasant" conversation with House Foreman turned towards the diagnostics staff who were all awaiting some news.

"He's out."

Rolling their eyes at this comment the team exchanged a glance before Kutner spoke "Is it true about him and Cuddy?"

This question was curious to the neurologist as he arched an eyebrow "Is what true?"

A smirk spread out across Kutner's face as the Indian doctor met Foreman's gaze "That they're sleeping together."

Silence filled the air at this point as the shock sank in. No one could find the words, who would have thought that the ant-social doctor they'd all come to tolerate would eventually find someone?

When the surprise wore off, thirteen was the first to speak with comfort in her voice "I think its sweet."

Foreman nodded in agreement while looking down at the file he'd been holding. "Yes, but I think we're forgetting one little thing, the patient, so ideas?"

Throughout the day, news of the relationship between the dean of medicine and head of diagnostics spread through out the hospital leading to more gossip and rumors.

The only one who hadn't been made aware of this was doctor Wilson. The oncologist had locked himself inside of his office in desperate need of some solitude. Sitting behind the desk James placed his hands behind his head and sighed.

"I am the scum of the earth."

This comment spoke volumes of what had become of his friendship with House. Why the hell did this happen? He knew the answer, Wilson had blamed House for everything and now the question was, would he ever be forgiven?

"Damn it."

Getting up from the desk, the younger doctor headed towards the door knowing exactly what had to be done.

As he drove over to House's apartment memories of all the good times they'd shared together flashed through Wilson's mind. It appeared as though the oncologist hadn't appreciated anything his friend had done to try and save Amber, up until now.

"He did everything I asked him to and I just ignored it." Why? This question was still ringing through Wilson's mind as he knocked on the door.

The sound of muffled foot steps could be heard before House emerged from the doorway.

"What are you doing here?"

The anger and resentment in his voice was justified but Wilson tried to stay on task.

"Can we talk?"

"No."

As the door started to close James reached out and stopped it abruptly.

"Look, I know my behavior hasn't been justified and you have every right to be angry with me but, please………let me explain."

Furrowing his brow at this request, House was silent for a moment before lowering his head to the ground.

"I'm tired of fighting, but I'm not going to spend my life feeling guilty, I'm not that guy anymore."

Silence resumed at this moment before the older doctor met Wilson's gaze.

"Let me get my jacket."

They drove in silence for a time before Wilson spoke up letting his curiosity be known, "Why didn't you want to stay at your place?"

At this question, the familiar spark filled House's eyes as he replied "I wanted a place with witnesses just in case this gets ugly."

Further down the road, they came upon a diner which House had come to know and love over time. Getting out of the car the two stood and stretched while the bright neon sign nearly blinded Wilson.

"Betsy's diner?"

"Yup, it's a great place to make new friends and re-kindle ones that are in danger of burning out. Come on, I'll introduce you to the gang."

This being said, House limped through the door with Wilson right behind.