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"House!" yelled Wilson as the door banged open "I'm with a patient"

"Yea, he's sitting right there … I see him" said House with a mocking look "I'll just sit here and wait" with that, he took a seat on Wilson's couch and, trying to ignore him, Wilson continued with his patient

"So, the treatment would be a 21 …"

"So, basically you're done for!" said House standing up and looking at the patient "Go home, talk to your family, kiss the kids. Don't waste your time with him" he said nodding at Wilson who merely exhaled "trust me, he isn't worth it"

After 'nicely' leading the man out of the room, House fell into Wilson's visitor's chair and placed his bad leg up on it while twirling his cane.

Wilson sighed again; he obviously wanted him to start "what's going …"

Before he could finish, House interrupted him "Cuddy's baby is mine"

Shocked that House was telling him this more than at the fact that House knew, Wilson sat back in his chair "Ok …"

"But she didn't tell me…"

"Right …" said Wilson tentatively leaning forwards so his elbows were resting on his desk "… how do you feel about that?"

"Why do you think I'm here? You tell me!" said House sounding like a little boy who hadn't gotten what he wanted, or rather, a little boy who had gotten what he wanted and didn't know how to deal with the consequences.

"Well, since I'm not the one who got the boss woman pregnant, I wouldn't know ..." he replied

Sighing, House looked at the door to ensure it was closed "I feel, uh …"

"Strangely happy?" asked Wilson knowing House would never own up to it in time for his next appointment "wanting to not care but caring?"

House just stared at him, he'd always known there was a reason he and Wilson were best friends, and it obviously wasn't just because they both drooled over Cuddy and liked cold beers after work.

"Am I even close?" he asked sighing

House merely bit his lower lip and released it, something Wilson had learnt meant he didn't want to talk about it, because emotions were involved and House hated emotions. And, if there were emotions involved, that meant that House actually cared, because if he didn't, he would have just walked into Cuddy's room and told her so.

"House … you care" he said in a 'ha ha, I know your secret' kind of tone

"No I don't …"

"Yes you do …" said Wilson smiling "Other wise, you wouldn't be here, you wouldn't need my advice … you like Cuddy and you like the baby, oh" he mocked "sorry, foetus"

"I don't like Cuddy …" said House in the least convincing voice Wilson had ever heard him adopt

"Sure, and that's why you went over to her place and had sex with her" he said smiling

"I did that because she's hot! And, as I already knew, is great in bed"

Wilson shook his head "If that were the reason, you would have called me to brag about it … but you didn't … you like her" he repeated in a sing song voice.

"Stop it" said House with a glare "no I don't"

"You really like her!" repeated Wilson, now full-out mocking him.

Looking angry, House stood up and limped to the door.

Walking through the halls to his office, House passed by Cuddy's room and found himself stopping as he watched Cameron doing another ultrasound, Cuddy beaming up at the screen.

Hanging his head, House turned on his heels and walked back to Wilson's office.

"Sorry, I'm dying faster" he said to the patient who was about to enter the room as he cut in front of him, opened the door and shut it behind the dying man's face.

Walking back to the seat he'd occupied mere minutes earlier, House propped his feet back on the desk and started twirling his cane again.

"Uh…" was the only sound Wilson could think of making as he looked at House

After a moment of silence, House finally spoke with a frustrated sigh "I like her …"

"Ok…" said Wilson, his brow furrowed, a look of shock, confusion and exasperation covering his face "…tell me something I don't know?"

House just looked at him, his cane still twirling between his fingers "I don't like her"

"What? I thought you just said you did" said Wilson

"Yea, and I didn't get the right response from you, so I thought I'd try again" he stopped twirling his cane and hung his head "I like her …"

Wilson couldn't help but laugh at the disappointed tone in which House spoke "Well, tell her …"

"What? I can't tell her!" yelled House

"Why? Because she'll want you to be part of the baby's life?" asked Wilson sitting down in front of House. When House didn't reply, he suddenly understood "No! Because you think she wouldn't want you in the baby's life?"

House didn't reply. And Wilson no longer knew what to say. This wasn't the Greg House he knew. House never cared, he didn't let people know it when he got hurt, or experienced any kind of human emotion, and yet, here he was.

"Uh…"

"Can you say something more helpful than that?" asked House

"Well, I'm really not who you should be talking to … I think you should just go to her, tell her you know … you might be surprised" he said hoping that his two friends would solve things without him having to meddle.

House just shook his head "Nope. I'm not talking to her" and just as Wilson was about to open his mouth to speak, he added "and neither are you …" he looked threateningly at him.

Wilson merely held his hands up in surrender and watched as House popped two Vicodin and left for his office.

"25 year old male, presenting with dizziness, head aches, blurred vision and speech confusion … go" said House as he entered the room.

The four doctors sitting around the table proceeded to fire several possible causes of such symptoms and, not really in the mood to hear anymore, House sent them off to do all and any tests possible while he just sat back and relaxed.

It had been two days since his conversation with Wilson and he had, thankfully, not brought it up again. Quite uncharacteristically, House found himself passing by Cuddy's room much more than he actually needed to and each time he found it harder to walk away.

This being in love thing really didn't work for him. He couldn't focus, suddenly, he wasn't focused on the puzzle anymore, he had no interest in insulting Foreman or throwing lesbian quips at thirteen. It made him, well, not him, and he didn't like it.

But then there was the feeling. The strange tingling and the ever erupting smiles and Greg House was no longer miserable. Or, rather, he was miserable but for completely different reasons. Being a doctor, he knew better than to say the emotion was making his leg feel better, but the truth was that he wasn't taking as many Vicodin. Actually, maybe being in love did work for House, just not in the ways that he would have chosen.

"House!" came an angry voice from the door way that he hadn't expected to hear.

Looking up, he saw Lisa Cuddy, for the first time in three days, in her own clothes, her face less pale than before and her hair looking quite a bit better.

"Doctor Cuddy, back to terrorizing us, are we?" he asked placing a foot on his desk.

"Cuddy!" came Wilson's voice from somewhere beyond House's view followed by footsteps "What did we say? No working! I already agreed to let you into your office, now you will not go marching around!"

"Oops!" said House with a mocking voice "Someone's in trouble"

"I can't believe you just let them go off and do whatever tests came to mind!" she said moving closer to his desk and slamming a sheet of A4 paper in front of him "do you have any idea how much money they used up on tests?" she asked

"Uh … the patient has insurance!" he said looking innocent, the bump on Cuddy's stomach making it harder and harder for him to keep up any kind of mocking tone.

"Do you think his insurance will pay for all of this?" she asked slamming the file on his desk "half these tests are completely unnecessary!"

"Well, we don't want to leave any stone unturned, make sure he isn't hiding anything from us" he said pointedly seeing Wilson flinch slightly.

"Why can't you just ask him?" she asked in a slightly softer tone

"Because, Cuddy, people lie" he said standing up, towering over her always did give him a sense of power.

"Not everybody, House" she replied looking up at the man standing across the desk from her.

From the sidelines, Wilson could do nothing but sigh. This was so typical, they always seemed to find some way of turning even a purely professional argument about the case into something personal.

"From my experience, practically everybody lies" he replied looking down into her blue eyes.

This was one of the side effects of being in love that House hated. The constant need to be close to her, even when she was yelling at him, he wanted nothing more than to kiss her; it wasn't what he did, though, that would mean she'd won that battle she didn't know she was fighting.

"House, just tell your fellows to drop any further unnecessary tests, please" she said with no patience to argue. With that, she walked out and, after looking at House with a knowing look, Wilson followed.

TBC

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