A.N.- Sorry this is so late, I was on spring break! Enjoy! Review!

Chapter 8- Histories

Wilson

I pulled out the blue folder and put it on the bar. It had Elena's full name on it. She opened it and I gave her more bites of soup as she read over the file. "This is my complete medical history," she said, "Look, it includes the scoliosis surgery I had when I was eleven. They did a posterior fusion of some kind, put some rods in my spine."

"I know," I said softly kissing her shoulder, "that's why I sometimes sit you up straight when you sit on my lap so your spine won't go back to curving."

"And House knew too, then?"

"Yes. House knows a lot of things, that's what makes him such a good diagnostician."

"That surgery kind of made me a medical junkie. I started watching medical shows like M.A.S.H. after it. I even took a healthcare science class in high school."

"Really? Was med school in your plans?"

"Actually no. When I took my healthcare class I realized I couldn't handle all the blood and gore of it, so I thought I'll just marry someone in the medical field."

"Well you lucked out," I said and she kissed me.

"Can you feel the rods when you massage my back like you do?" she asked. I moved my hands to the middle of her back.

"My best guess is it's right there since that's where most curved spines begin to curve," I said, "Is that right?"

"You're right. So anyway, you showed this to House?"

"Yes, and he and I concluded that Diazepam would be best to help you. I know you're, we're, moving on after Seth died. PTSD can be caused by grief and PTSD explains the dreams. "

"So I take it every time I go to sleep?"

"No, only when you can't sleep. The amount of Diazepam House and I have you on is too powerful to use too often without an addiction forming."

"Like House and Vicodin?"

"Exactly."

Elena finished her soup and continued to take sips of her white wine as we looked through her file that included documents signed by House and me. "You have such a neat signature," she said looking at the James Wilson signed perfectly on a line in the document I was looking at.

"Let's go to bed," I said and got down from the chair and took her in my arms. "Are you going to work tomorrow?"

"If you allow me, Dr. Wilson."

I laughed, "We'll see."

"I like the way you carry me," Elena said into my shoulder as I took her upstairs and got her ready to go to bed. "Isn't it kind of early to go to bed?"

"You need sleep," I said and tucked her into our bed like a child I was taking care of and then I got in beside me and wrapped my arms around her.

"Can I marry you yet James Evan Wilson?" she laughed.

"Soon."