A/N: okay yet again I'm sorry this took so long, had a bit of creative drought. Hope you like it (: and thanks again to all reviewers, readers…everyone really. You keep me going.

"Help me" a weak cough, splutter and bleary eyes pried open. House stared up at Wilson, who quickly rearranged his face from a expression of desperation, to relief then joy and finally anger

"House?!"

"ungh, stop shouting!"

"I didn't shout"

"You did"

Wilson sighed checking Houses heart monitor and breathing before stamping to the end of the bed, hands on hips eyes downcast.

"What exactly were you trying to accomplish?"

He brought his eyes up to stare into the eyes of his friend the dangerous tone to his voice sending shivers down the diagnosticians' spine.

Oh god, look at him look at the pain you cause him. He can't even stay angry at us, why can't you see the pity, the pain in his eyes

"Were you trying to kill yourself?"

House stayed silent, unsure of what to say

"Or did you just want to hurt me?"

House flinched

See you hurt him. Tell him TELL HIM

"Hurt you?" he spoke quietly and with such softness it shocked Wilson who wasn't expecting to be interrupted

"I didn't… I never wanted to hurt you"

House glanced up at him, bewildered

Wilson was suddenly at the bedside, the tension almost unbearable

"Then why?" he stared down at the man, concentrating on the violent blue eyes.

"I just wanted to stop the dreams"

Wilson froze, "To stop the dreams?"

"I had a …nightmare"

Wilson sucked in a breath letting it out with one long shuddering breath

"They were nightmares?"

He knows about the dreams! Tell him they weren't nightmares, tell him you love him!

"Just the last one, I just wanted it to stop"

Wilsons mouth gaped open, and watched House intently, the diagnostician left staring out through the doors his eyes unfocused his voice now just a monotone murmur

"Jimmy I…" House opened his palms to the sky shaking his head.

Wilson leant forward in anticipation fear and exhaustion evident in the drawn pinched features.

Suddenly the door burst open and Cuddy stared at the scene before her, Houses weakened pale form lying prone, his face leant upwards , eyes trained on the younger man.

Wilson was facing Cuddy anger barely concealed dishevelled clothes and greasy hair stark against his usual style. She stopped in her tracks knowing she had interrupted something.

"Glad to see you're awake"

She stepped primly into the room hands clasped defensively in front of herself, legs crossed, she nodded once at House.

"Did he tell you why he did it?"

Cuddy faced Wilson smiling a little, encouraging, almost nervous.

Wilson sighed, a hand to his forehead "No"

Houses eyes widened a little but he kept silent, now glaring at Cuddy.

We almost told him. What was he going to say? Bloody Cuddy has to walk in, has to ruin it!

"Unless you've come here to give me a bed bath I want you out. I'm tired and my doctor said I need to rest"

Wilson glanced down at him for a second before striding past "I have a appointment, Ill come back later"

House blinked once as he felt three soft fingers ghost over his wrist, leaving the skin burning as if he had been branded.

"Okay,…bring pancakes"

House tried to sound confident, jovial, but there was a tone to his voice a underlying uncertainty that made the air hum and buzz with tension. Wilson did not look back but waved a hand over his shoulder in acknowledgement before leaving quickly his pace picking up as he reached the doorway.

Cuddy watched the exchange with interest before turning to follow Wilson, pausing in the door way to glance back at House biting her lip at his poorly concealed pain.

House waited until Cuddy left to slump back in his bed, weariness making his head throb, the burning on his wrist his last thought before he slipped into his dreams.

Maybe it's a good thing she interrupted. You almost said it .We panicked, never again.

House sighed watching the fog form in the crisp night air, the strains of classical music he couldn't place floating across the dimly lit courtyard, large elegant wooden doors opening slowly to reveal the ballroom, crowded with figures that swayed and twirled around vibrant colours unfocused, faces a blur.

House walked forwards his simple black tux unbuttoned, silver bandaged wrapped tightly around his wrist, glittering in the sparkling lights. Pushing through crowds and crowds of faceless dancers he gasped at the sparkling lights surrounding a podium in the centre of the cavernous dance hall , Wilson stood astride smiling out at him.

The music faded into the background and House heard Wilsons voice clear as day inside his mind

"Greg, please. I need you to come here"

House closed his mouth and nodded frowning as he tried to push past the dancers who suddenly seemed to crowd around, their blank faces staring at him boring into his flesh. House let out a yelp as they began to push back shaking their glittering jewelled heads, strong arms trying to force him away from Wilson.

House gritted his teeth battering a path towards the podium, his suit and shirt ripped and dirtied, legs trying to trip him, arms yanking and clawing at his arms. But he kept on kept pushing until he reached a set of glowing white stairs that lead up to his friend.

House let out a triumphant laugh and clamoured up resting for a moment as he looked back at the dancers, their faces dark a angry wail replacing the music .

"You cant get me anymore, I'm up here"

House laughed again watching the dancers circle the podium like caged animals.

A hand appeared on his shoulder and House stood, turning to face his friend, their hands clenching each others forearms as Wilson helped House up onto the platform in the bright lights.

"You made it"

"I wasn't going to let them stop me"

Wilson smiled running his hand down Houses arm until his fingers brushed against the bandage, House sucked in a breath in shock as electricity ran up and down his arm. He watched with interest as Wilson slowly unwrapped the bandage revealing three silver marks on his flesh, his smile soft he lifted the arm to the light the dancers suddenly happy again the music starting softly in the background, a slow waltz.

House gazed out at the swirling shapes and smiled

"Wanna dance?" he looked sideways at his friend a light blush rising on his face.

Wilson beamed at him, sliding a arm around his waist ,holding him close, closer, and House sighed looking down at his friend their faces slowly coming to meet

"House?"

House woke with a start frowning up at the voice that had woken him.

"uuurg I was having such a good dream"

He squinted at the lights until he could see his fellows grouped around the bed, worried faces peering back at him. House rolled his own baby blues before sitting up in his bed and crossing his arms.

"You interrupted fun time with Carmen Electra" he pouted.

Yeah, if Carmen Electra were a foot taller, had brown hair brown eyes and was male

"Sorry, we just wanted to know when you're coming back?"

House raised an eyebrow noticing that Foreman was the only one not present "I take it Foreman's' been put in charge in my absence?"

The fellows just glanced between themselves shrugging . House sighed rubbing the side of his face

"I get out of here today so Ill be back tomorrow. Finish your case first"

The fellows let out a collective sigh of relief before one by one filing out of the room.

Jeez Foreman must've gone power crazy if they want us back that badly.

House chuckled at the image of a dictator Foreman commanding the troops, before glancing around and reaching for the stack of pancakes left in a Tupperware box piled on his side table.