Exam Room Two, House/Wilson

[Dr.Wilson-RSL]

Summary: Imagine how you would feel if you were pregnant. Imagine what it’d be like if you didn’t want to be pregnant and/or want the child. So, what do you do if you don’t want the child but your boyfriend does?

Warning:
-House/Wilson relationship
-Talk of sexual scenes
-Adult language
-Male pregnancy

Spoiler Warning:
There’s discussion of scenes from Fools for Love to One Day, One Room. There are also some season 2 spoilers.
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[Dr.Wilson-RSL]

Chapter 1: Typical Ailments

It was an early Monday morning. Wilson had woken up later than he usually did. It was mainly due in part to the fact that he’d been up most of the night suffering from extreme nausea. He felt better waking up this morning, so he brushed it off as nothing. It was about 8:30a.m, when he finally went into the bathroom to get a shower. He was more than aware of what time it was, and he was also more than aware Cuddy would chew his ear off about being late.
He got into the shower and sighed. He turned the handles to produce warm water. He closed his eyes and let the water run down his body. He let out another deep breath, still keeping his eyes closed. He eventually sat down on the floor of the tub and then scooted toward the back.
The loud pounding of the door startled Wilson out of his trance. His eyes shot open and he moved the shower curtain with his finger and looked out at the bathroom door. He scooted to the front of the tub and shut off the water.
“Yes?” Wilson asked, refraining from getting up.
“May I come in?”
“Yeah,” Wilson said and listened as the door opened.
House limped over to the bathtub and sat down on the toilet, knocking down the cover with his cane before he sat.
“Are you okay Jimmy?”
He tightly shut his eyes. “Yeah, I am. Why?”
House looked at his watch. “It’s 10:00a.m. You’ve been in the shower for an hour and a half. Are you sure you’re okay?”
Wilson pushed the shower curtain back swiftly. “I got to get to work,” he said panicked by the time. He stood and stepped out of the shower as he grabbed a towel off the holding bar that’d been mounted to the wall. He wrapped the soft, baby blue towel around his waist.
“Are you sure you want to go to work? You could just call Cuddy and tell her you’re not feeling well. I mean; you were throwing up last night.”
“Greg, I’m fin-” he cut of quickly and brought his hand to his mouth.
House took this as a single that he probably should move off of the toilet and that’s what he did. He got up, pulled up the toilet seat as he did. Within seconds, Wilson was brought down to his knees.
House sighed and watched for a second and then went into the living room to call Cuddy.
The phone rang a time and a half. “Why aren’t you here at work?” She demanded in almost a furious rage.
“Well, hi to you too,” he scoffed. “Cuddy, calm down,” He said a little bit disgusted. “We’re not coming in today. Wilson is sick, he’s throwing up, and I need to stay too stay with him to make sure he’s okay.” He paused. “Is that okay with you?”
“I need you guys here. I’m short nurses again and I need more people in clinic.”
“Well, that just sucks for you, doesn’t it? I actually don’t remember you being un-short of nurses, but that’s a different phone conversation.” He briefly paused, ready to change the discussion topic a bit. “Cuddy, you should know by now that I care more about Jimmy’s health that the health of a stupid, hypochondriac clinic patient.”
“House, they’re not hypochondriacs. They have real problems.”
“Yeah real fake problems, is what they have. We’re not coming in today, so don’t wait up for us.”
“Whatever.” She hung up.
House stared at the phone as Wilson came out of the bathroom. “Okay,” He said to the phone. “Let’s just not say good-bye.” He hung up the phone and turned to see Wilson standing in the doorway, still wrapped in a towel.
“Who was that?”
“Cuddy,” he replied as he sat down on the couch. “I called her to tell her that you’re not coming in today.”
“Oh,” he blinked and walked over to House, sitting down next to him.
He leaned over and dug a clear pair of pajama pants from his suitcase. He stood and pulled them on, letting the towel fall to the floor. He sat back down and put his feet up on the coffee table. He sighed and sank into the couch.
“I’ll take that as you’re not going?”
“Yep,” he said as he crossed his arms.
“Are you hungry?”
“Yep,” he replied with a smile.
“Chinese?”
“Chinese for breakfast,” he asked with a cocked eyebrow.
“Yep,” House grinned and Wilson nodded. House got up to order Chinese take-out from their normal place.

The next morning, Wilson had woken up at the normal time. He’d gotten in the shower and was out within a half an hour. He went into the living room and got dressed. He pulled some clothes out of his suitcase, which he still had packed. He had no intention of moving out again and House had already told him it was okay for him to put his clothes in his dresser, he just hadn’t gotten around to it. House came out and stood in the hallway half dressed and more than half asleep.
He yawned and limped up behind Wilson, wrapping his arms around his bare chest. He rested his head on Wilson’s shoulder. He turned his head to the right and placed a kiss on his neck. Wilson smiled as he turned and fell into a hug. They kissed, pulling away slightly a couple of times but always falling back into the kiss.
After about five minutes, Wilson pulled away and sat back down on the couch. He continued to get dressed. House went into the kitchen to get something to eat. About ten minutes later he was joined by Wilson who was fully dressed in a pair of black slacks, a baby blue button up shirt with a white and blue, diagonally stripped tie. The collar of the shirt was neatly covering the tie, only exposing the part extending down his stomach.
House watched as his friend went the refrigerator and retrieved the milk. Wilson got a cup from the cabinet and poured a full twelve-ounce glass of milk, downing it in about thirty seconds. He set the glass in the sink and then went to another cabinet and moved items around until he found the blueberry pop tarts and peanut butter. House cocked an eyebrow as he watched Wilson tear the foil the pop tart and run a broken piece through the peanut butter. House had specifically remembered Wilson telling him that he didn’t like pop tarts. He’d gotten on House’s ass for buying them last week. It was curiously odd that he’d be eating them; even if he were lying about not liking them, he wouldn’t be eating them in front of House.
When Wilson was finished, he threw away the foil wrapper and put the peanut butter back in the cabinet. He grabbed his coat, which was slung over the back of the couch and picked up his briefcase, which was on the floor next the couch. He walked back and stole a kiss before leaving.
House stared at the front door, a little bit confused. He sighed and went back into his bedroom. He took off his pajama pants and replaced them with a pair of dark blue jeans. He went over to his dresser and pulled out a white and black ‘V’ neck tee shirt and a back button-up shirt. He sat on his bed and put on his tennis shoes, snatched his cane and left his room, turning off the light and shutting the door behind him. He went out to the coat rack and threw his motorcycle jacket over his shoulder and left.

When House got to work, he took off his jacket and put it on the coat rack in Cuddy’s office. Of course she wasn’t in there as he did this, Cuddy would tell him no and it’s more fun if she isn’t in there, anyway. He took in a deep breath through his nose, held it for a moment and then left. He eventually found Wilson talking to Cuddy in the nurses’ station. He decided their conversation looked too important to interrupt but not important enough to not eavesdrop on. Not that he couldn’t have gone and interrupted it, but he had more respect for Wilson than that.
“I was sick yesterday,” Wilson explained to Cuddy as he put his hand on his stomach.
“I know, but did House really have to stay at home with you? I’m sure you could have handled it yourself.”
“Yes, I could have but it was sweet that he stayed with me. That he cares about me and isn’t afraid to show it.” House smiled at this comment. “Besides, I’m sure nothing happened that required him to be here. You’d have called him, if anything did come up. Now, correct me if I’m wrong.”
“No. Nothing came up that made him need to be here. I just don’t want my two best doctors gone every time one of you is sick. I understand and respect that you’re dating, but it’s still my hospital and you and him still work for me. I’m not going to have that.”
“Cuddy,” Wilson said as his mood quickly changed from calm to annoy and a little bit of aggravation to mix. “You listen to me. I’m not sure what your problem is right now, but you’re not going to use, ‘it’s my hospital’ against me every single time something like this happens. I don’t care whose hospital it is. I work here, just as everyone else does. Now, I don’t take a lot of sick days because I’m not usually sick, but damn it Cuddy,” he paused to calm his nerves. “I like, prefer really, that someone is there with me. I don’t like being sick or alone, so if you put the two together, it’s one big thing of dislike.”
Cuddy rolled her eyes, sighed and walked away.
“Jimmy, baby, is everything all right?” House asked, walking up behind him. He put his hand on his shoulder.
Wilson jumped slightly, but quickly calmed back down when he realized it was House who had touched him and was talking. He sighed and turned to face him.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you,” House said apologetically.
“It’s fine. You startled me a bit. That’s all. Oh, and I’m fine. Why do you keep asking me if I’m okay? Is there something that you know, that I don’t?” He laughed softly.
“Well, Jimmy, you’ve been throwing up a lot lately. You’ve been almost a water fiend; with how much water you’ve been drinking. You’ve been really moody, as you’ve ever so clearly just displayed. You’ve had weird food cravings. I mean, come on pop tarts and peanut butter? You don’t even like pop tarts.”
“So, what, now you’re going to tell that I’m sick somehow, that these sound like symptoms to something?” He pauses. “Okay, I got one. They sound like pregnancy, you’ll tell me.” House raised his eyebrows. “I’m not pregnant, I’ll say back and then you won’t believe me,” he scoffed. “Can’t you just settle at the fact that I might have a change in taste?”
“Not in a week,” he paused. “Pregnant? That’s an odd choice for an example. Are you hiding something from me?” He said with a sly grin.
“What? No! I’m not pregnant, Greg.”
“Okay, then you’ll let me run an ultrasound?”
“No.” He paused. “It was an example, Greg. I could just as easily have something like diabetes. Why not test for that. That’s a much better explanation than, ‘I’m pregnant’.”
“You’re the one who suggested it. Besides, you’ve been displaying these symptoms to long, for it to be diabetes. If it were diabetes, you’d be in a coma by now.”
“I’m not letting you run an ultrasound, for your sick enjoyment.”
“Just humor me,” He said with a stern look.
“Fine, but if it shows nothing I’m-” He was cut off when House began to walk away. He rolled his eyes and followed him down the hall to exam room two.

[Chuckles]

YAY!! *falls over and dies* :o *comes back to life* :D YAYAYAYAYAY! *dances*

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:P

B) You know I love it.

[Dr.Wilson-RSL]

Chapter 2: Reviled but Impossible

Wilson stood at the foot of the bed as he kicked off his shoes, after untying them. He untied his tie and slung it over the back of the chair his shoes were under. He then unbuttoned his shirt and hung it, along with his lab coat, on the back of the same chair. Now, just wearing his pants, socks and other necessary undergarments, he climbed up onto the bed and laid flat. He sighed as he thought to him, ‘what am I letting him do? This is insane. He is insane. I’m not pregnant and this is just a waste of my time.’ He lifted his head and watched as House limped in, dragging a portable ultrasound machine close behind.
“Good. You’re ready, and I didn’t even have to tell you to be.” He smirked and put the machine beside the bed. He turned it on and got a small, white towel. He instructed Wilson to unzip his pants, so that he could tuck the towel under them. It was prevention. No one wanted icky, gooey, jelly stuff all over his or her pants.
“How long is this going to take?” Wilson asked as he watched House squirt the jelly onto one of the tan controls. “I’ve got more important things to do, than amuse your sick little amusement of sci-fi movies.”
House shot a glare at him, “It’ll take however long I want it to take. Now, shut up and hold still.” He began to slowly move the control over Wilson’s stomach, spreading the jelly every time he went back and forth.
They were both quiet for about ten minutes until House gasped. This caused Wilson to look over at him.
“What is it?”
“It’s nothing.”
Wilson put his best; don’t give me that crap, look. He sighed in a frustrated tone.
“What is it?” He asked a little more aggressively, but House still refused to answer. Wilson growled softly under his breath to let of some steam. He spoke again in a calmer tone. “Gregory House, if you do not tell me what it-”
“I was right,” House said softy as he stared at the screen.
Wilson raised an eyebrow, but his expression was quick to turn to horrified shock, as he realized what House was talking about. He sat up quickly. With his pointer finger, he swiftly pointed between his stomach and the machine sitting beside him. House nodded slowly and Wilson made no effort to hold back the tears. He let them fall as he slowly got to his feet and redressed.
They both stared at the screen, and when realization hit that Wilson was actually, no joke, pregnant, the crying started. And, all House could seem to do to comfort him, was wrap his arm around him, letting him know that he was there for him. Which did comfort Wilson a little, but it didn’t change the fact that he was pregnant.
They were startled when the door opened. They both turned to see that it was Chase standing in the door.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you two were in here. I, uh, Cuddy said that I had to uh, meet a patient in here,” he paused. “Neither of you are my patient, right?”
They shook their head and Chase nodded. He turned to leave but came back exactly thirteen seconds later.
“Why are you two in here?”
“I was running an ultrasound, duh,” House said pointing at the ultrasound machine.
“Oh,” he said but then wondered whom he could have run it on. “Alright, whom did you run an ultrasound on?”
“Jimmy, duh. Think there, Chase. Who’s the only person in the room?”
“Oh of course, what was I thinking?” He pretended to his head with the palm of his hand. “Why were you running an ultrasound on him?”
“Well, if you want to know that, you should have asked,” He said in a quit being stupid tone. He sighed, “Because I think he’s pregnant.”
“Why the hell would you think that a guy is pregnant?”
“Oh, I don’t know, because he is.”
“What?” He asked, deprived of any emotion whatsoever. House pointed at the frozen image on the screen. Chase walked over and his jaw dropped as he saw the image, an ultrasound of a four-month-old fetus, with Wilson’s name on it.
“You’re kidding me. That’s not his. How can that be his? Wilson is a guy!”
“Thank you wombat, I’d completely forgotten. How many times do we need to go over that,” he paused. “Yes, Chase, it’s his. Get over it.”
“I’m dreaming. No, wait. You’re here. So, this can’t be a dream. It’s a nightmare. That’s what I’m having, a nightmare.” House pinched him. “Owe! House,” he screeched as he rubbed his forearm.
“Nope,” he said with a devilish grin. “Not dreaming.” He looked back to Wilson who was still in a mortified state of shock. “Jimmy, I think it’s pretty cool. I’ve always wanted to be a father and I’ve always loved you. So, it just works.”
“I don’t want to be pregnant! I might want to raise kids with you, but we’re not doing it this way!” He got up and left.
House sat down and let out a very shaky sigh, not knowing what to say or do. Chase sat down in a chair next to him. They were both silent for about twenty minutes until Chase started to say something.
“House, I-”
“I want to be a father,” he said cutting him off. Chase sighed and decided to listen to House. It was probably going to be the only time he’d ever tell him his feelings. “I don’t care if he’s pregnant. All it means is that we’ll be blood related to our children,” he sighed. “I don’t know. I really don’t know. This is all going way to fast. I didn’t really think he’d be pregnant. I thought I’d be giving him one to be funny,” Oh, but he really did think that’s what was going on. He honestly though that, even before Wilson playfully, if you could call it that, suggested it. He just wasn’t about to tell Chase that. “He’s the one who suggested pregnancy. So, I just thought it’d be funny.” He tightly shut his eyes to stop the tears from running down his cheeks. He looked over at Chase who was sitting silently. “I uh, thank you for listening,” he said quickly and left. Chase left to go upstairs, a few moments later.

Chase was sitting alone in House’s office. He was biting on a pencil and tilting backward in a chair when the other two ducklings walked in. They stood and watched him sway back and forth in the chair. They watched him for almost forty-five minutes before he noticed either one was standing there.
“Oh, uh, hi guys,” Chase said eyeing them both. “How long have you been standing there?”
“Oh, not more than an hour,” Foreman said, showing his frustration in the last two words. “I was about to knock your chair over, man.” He crossed his arms and sat down in a chair, letting his arms fall to his side’s only moments later. “What were you thinking about?”
“Um, just something House told me. That’s all.”
“That’s all?! House told you something. Spill it, now.”
“I don’t think I should do that. I was pretty personal.”
Cameron and Foreman glanced at each other, and then back at Chase. “Spill it,” they said in unison.
“Guys, how would you feel if I told House, something person about either of you?” They were quiet. “I though so,” he sighed. “Besides, it was more person of Wilson than House, and I know Wilson hates being gossiped about,” he paused. “So, it’s just affecting House.”
“How do you know Wilson doesn’t like being gossiped about?” Foreman asks.
“I overheard some nurses talking trash about him. It kind of upset him, because he was walking by with House at that moment,” he snickered. “Let’s just say that all those women have permanent cane marks on their ankles.” The other ducklings laughed.
Cameron thought for a minute, “Chase,” she said sitting in a chair next to him. “Please, just tell us. We won’t tell Wilson or House that you told us. We’ll act as if we never knew, right Foreman?”
“Yeah sure,” he said thinking more about what House could have told Chase, than the promise he just made.
Chase gave Foreman an annoyed, but told them anyway. “Okay. Fine,” he sighed. “House, uh I mean Wilson is uh, pregnant.” As soon as Chase told them that, they broke out into uncontrollable laughter.
“Chase,” Cameron said trying to control her laughter. “Is that just what House told you to tell us, if we asked? That was really funny. Now, tell us what was really going on.”
“That is what was going on.” He got up to leave. He found it to be pointless to be in the room, if they weren’t going to believe him. Cameron got up and put a firm grasp on Chase’s shoulder.
“You’re serious?” She asked, no longer laughing.
“I even saw the ultrasound with his name on it. I wouldn’t lie to you. Even if I would, or if I was, I’d come up with a more believable lie than this!”
“Okay, okay,” she paused. “Turn around here and talk to us.” Chase turned and sat back down in the seat he was previously sitting in.
“Well, House thought it was cool but Wilson didn’t. He doesn’t want to be pregnant and that upset House, mainly because Wilson just got up and left. He didn’t even try talking to him or anything.”
“So, they’re not dating anymore?” Foreman asked sitting in a seat next to Chase.
He was, as also Cameron, having a hard time believe Chase’s story, but they had no reason not to believe him. Chase, honestly, never lied about anything. Well, okay, they did have a reason to not believe him. That fact they learned in med school, the one that said that women are the ones that have the babies.
“No. I’m ninety-nine percent sure that they’re still dating. However, I’m also ninety-nine percent sure that Wilson is going to end up in an abortion clinic, by the end of the week. Unless, House can convince him to keep it,” he sighed and sat back. “I hope he keeps it, though. If he doesn’t, it’s going to upset House and he’ll just take it out on us as anger.”
They nodded, showing that they were agreeing with Chase. They’re silent until House came in and threw a case on the conference table. He was showing no sign of emotion, or at the very least, a bit of sadness. He was trying hard to hide it, so the ducklings were trying hard not to notice it. Well, most of them were trying not to notice it.
“Are you okay, House?” Cameron asked.
She knew, as all of them did, that House and Wilson were happily together. She, of course, was the one having the hardest time accepting it. They’d actually secretly dated for about two and a half weeks before making it known. In turn, Cameron spent the following four months doing everything in her power, and some not, to break them up. Eventually she came to the realization that no matter what she did, no matter what rumor she started, they weren’t going to break-up. It didn’t stop her from being jealous or still being in love with House.
“I’m fine,” House replied and went into his office, slumping down in his desk chair. He picked up his yo-yo and violently threw it at the ground and swiftly jerked it back.
Cameron followed him into his office.
“Get out!”
“No. You’re upset and I’m not leaving until I know why.”
“I imagine that Chase already told you.” He rolled his eyes.
“He told me, us, that Wilson was pregnant. That’s insane and completely impossible. What is really going on?”
“Let me spell it out for you. Jimmy is pregnant, and threatening for an abortion,” he said every word slowly and clearly.
Cameron crossed her arms and tilted her head. “No he’s not.”
“Are you the head diagnostician? No, I didn’t think so. Therefore, you do not get to make that decision. He is pregnant and there’s nothing you can do about it, and standing there like that, isn’t going to change it. So, go away!”
She rolled her eyes. “Fine,” She said and got up to leave but House stopped her.
“Look, I know you’re jealous. I can see it in your eyes, every time you’re around Jimmy. You got to knock it off. There’s nothing you can do to break us up.” He looks into the conference room and sighed. “I know someone that’s perfect for you.”
“Who might that be?” She placed her hands on her hips.
“His name is, Dr. Robert Chase. He’s madly in love with you. I can see it in his eyes, whenever you’re around him.”
“Uh, well, I guess so. Maybe…”
“Get out of my office and go work on the case!”
Cameron sighed and left. She sat down next to Chase and helped in the differential of a thirty-five year old woman. She had come into the clinic, complaining of back pain. House was about to prescribe her Vicodin, but she threw up and then fell to the ground in a seizure. Deciding he was going to end up with her anyway, he beat Cuddy to the punch and took her before she could assign her.
House sat and thought about what was going on. He looked into the conference room occasionally, to make sure the ducklings were doing, what they were supposed to be doing. He sighed and got up, limping out to the balcony. He picked up a few pebbles and flicked them at Wilson’s office door. He eventually opened the door and walked out.
“We need to talk,” House said and Wilson’s expression dropped to a frown almost instantly

[Dr.Wilson-RSL]

Chapter 3: We Need to Talk

Wilson stood on his side of the balcony. He had a frown pasted on his lips as he watched House pace back and forth. He was beginning to become nervous, because the only thing had said in the last fifteen minutes was, ‘we need to talk’. He had, had enough girlfriends to know what that meant, and he was afraid that’s what House wanted to talk about.
He was also thinking that maybe this was about the baby, and the fact that he didn’t want it. It wasn’t that he didn’t want the child, because he did more than anything. It was that, well, he was scared to death about giving birth. Even the thought that he could have a c-section didn’t make him feel any better. There was still the pain of going into labor, and it scared him.
It’d been nearly an hour and Wilson was still standing in the same spot. He was still watching House walk back and forth, and was still nervous as hell. He could feel his heart sink with every minute that passed. After about an hour and a half of just standing there, Wilson began to walk inside until House demanded that he come to a halt. He stopped but didn’t turn to face him. By this time, there was a mixture of sweat and years covering his face. He was actually so nervous that it was making him cry.
“James Wilson, turn and face me, now.” Wilson did as he was told. The tears threatening to flood his face all over again. House cocked his head and crossed his arm, letting his cane fall against the wall. He sighed and began to explain what was on his mind.
“Look. I don’t know what you’re so nervous about, but I’m not breaking up with you. If that’s what you’re all worked up about.” Wilson let out a small sigh of relief but was still iffy about the where this conversation was going. “I don’t want, nor have I ever, thought about ending our relationship.”
“So, what did you want?” He asked, even though he was positive that he knew the answer already.
“I want to talk about that baby.” He pointed at Wilson’s stomach. “Now, I wasn’t lying when I said it was cool, because it is. I wasn’t lying when I said I wanted a child, but I am willing to compromise with you. I understand that you don’t want to be pregnant and I don’t want to make you do something, in which you don’t want to do. You have to hear me out, though. At least take into consideration what I have to say?”
Wilson nodded.
“You haven’t gotten an abortion yet, right?”
“No. I haven’t. Not yet.”
“Do you want to have children?”
“Yes,” he lied. Yes, he’d told him that he wanted to be a father with him, but, that was before. Before he realize how scary it was to be a father.
“Do you want this child?”
“No.”
“Why?”
Try as he might, he couldn’t think of a lie. Sure he could have told him it’s because guys don’t have the babies but House would have had a comeback like, ‘they do now,’ or, ‘this one does’. You know something of that nature. He thought and thought but couldn’t think of a good enough lie. He finally gave up on thinking of a lie. He was never good at it, anyway. If he were, he probably would have though of something better that, ‘I get bored with my signature’, or whatever it was that he had said. He couldn’t quiet remember anymore. It’d been more than a year earlier. It was over with and it was never really spoken of again.
Wilson sighed and sat against the brick wall, and now was no longer facing toward House. The wall was chilled by the vastly approaching late October evening. House limped over, without his cane, and placed both hands on the wall.
“What is it?” House asked as he moved one had to Wilson’s shoulder.
“I’m afraid. I’ve seen all those women have babies, and well, it doesn’t seem like something that I’d like doing.”
“Well, of course you’re afraid,” House said as he limped back over to his cane. “You wouldn’t be human, if you weren’t. Jimmy, how do you think any women feel? They’re scared, but most of them do it willing because they know they’re going to get something out of it.”
Wilson made a face and laughed.
House sighed, “No pun intended.”
“Oh, but there was on,” Wilson bit his lip, sighed and looked down. “Will you…” He trailed off.
House smiled and grabbed his cane. As he limped back inside, he answered Wilson’s question. “Of course I’ll be there.” He went inside to let Wilson think about what he wanted to do. Wilson went into his office as well. He landed face first on the couch and thought. Eventually, though, he fell asleep.

“No, Cameron, she does not have arthritis!” House snapped. It was the fourth time he had to tell her it was arthritis and was starting, if not already started, to piss him off. “Do you really think I’d have picked this case, if she only had arthritis?!”
Cameron shook her head. She was the only one of the ducklings left in the room. House had sent Foreman and Chase to get an MRI, temperature and a history on her. House felt as if Cameron would mess it up or try and test for arthritis, and since there’s no real test for that, House didn’t want her making up one.
Chase and Foreman returned about an hour and a half later. They walked in on Cameron and House arguing. Just the way they had left them. Chase put a stop to the arguing by putting the tips of his thumb and pointer finger in his mouth and whistling. Everyone became quiet. Even Foreman, who wasn’t even talking, became a little quieter.
“Okay,” Chase said. “We got her history. Her name is Abigail Girardin and she’s thirty-five years old. She works as a nurse in a nursing home. Her husband is a welding engineer and they have six kids. All girls,” House made a face at the ‘all girls’ statement. “There’s a history a history of diabetes on both sides and brain cancer on hers. Her husband and oldest daughter both have diabetes. Her mom has it and her husband’s dad has it. Her father died for brain cancer when she was ten and her mother died in a car crash when she was twelve. Instead of going to an orphanage, she ran off onto the streets. Her husband’s family took her in and that’s how she met him.” Chase took in a deep breath and stopped talking.
“Well, very well done, Chase,” House said. “See now Cameron? Now, that’s how you take a history. You could learn a few things from him. And, there was no arthritis in that history, whatsoever,” he paused. “Okay. Did you get the MRI?” Foreman hands it to him.
House takes it out of the envelope and holds it up to the light, deciding that he didn’t feel like going over to the light meant for putting the x-rays on. House looked over it for about thirty seconds before putting it back on the envelope. He threw it on his desk. “Give it to Jimmy. She has a brain tumor.” He left and went home deciding it was about time, anyway.
Chase walked over to his desk, picked it up and went over to Wilson’s office. He knocked on the door and waited. When no one answered, Chase figured Wilson had gone home and invited himself in. Although, he found it a bit awkward that the door was still unlocked. He walked over to Wilson’s desk and quietly placed the folder on it, being sure that he didn’t knock anything over. He turned to the right, to see an object of many colors. He ran his hand over the top of it and it began to play, ‘It’s a Small World’, as the colors illuminated the room. Wilson shot up like a bullet. He rubbed his eyes and looked about the room. He looked at Chase who was standing, startled and staring at the music box.
“There’s a button on the side that turns it off.” Chase turned it off and spun around to face Wilson. “What are you doing in here?” He asked as he got up and turned on the lights.
Chase pointed at the folder. “She has a brain tumor. Could you run a biopsy?”
He sighed, “Yeah. Sure.” He looked at his watch and then outside. “Oh, wow. Its 9:30p.m already? I didn’t think I slept that long.” He began to gather up his things. They both walked out and Wilson locked the door. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” Wilson said and left.

House was lying on the couch, eating a box of oatmeal and chocolate chip cookies. They weren’t as good as the ones Wilson made, but they were food nonetheless. That’s all House cared about at the moment. He looked over at the door, at the sound of the handle turning. He watched as Wilson shuffled in, with a tired look pasted to his face. He threw his keys on the table and went into the bedroom, got changed into a pair of House’s pajamas. He came out and went into the kitchen. He got a plastic container of leftover curry and sat down on the couch, next to his friend. He rested his head on House’s shoulder and House wrapped his arm around his shoulder. Wilson ate most of the containers contents before setting it on the coffee table, but when he couldn’t stretch far enough, House took it and put it on the table for him. Wilson sighed and closed his eyes and House began stroking his hair.
“I want to keep this baby,” Wilson said and fell asleep.
“Why’d you change your mind?” House asked, not knowing Wilson had fallen asleep. When he didn’t get an answer, he sighed and laid back. Letting Wilson lay on his chest. “I love you,” House said and turned on the T.V, muting it.
He found it easier to say ‘I love you,’ when Wilson was asleep because he didn’t feel comfortable saying it, while he was awake. Yet, of course, he was sure Wilson could hear him. He was sure of it.
“I love you, too, Greg,” Wilson muttered and House smiled. See, he knew every about his best friend. There was no doubt about it. House fell asleep, too.

[Chuckles]

B) YAY! 5 gold stars....um...
*shrug*

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[Abraxas]

Yay for gay man-babies!

(Speaking as a gay man, myself *ahem*)

:D

Me likey!

[I tried to outsmart House]

WOW, in a good way. I get online, expecting only to check my email and see if anything new has come up around here. I start reading this and I get ensnared in the story. I can see it happening, every moment, every expression. WOW. Awesome story.

[Chuckles]

*LOL* Abraxas, I love you...in a friend way...of course! :D You're so silly.


You know, there are like 9 more chapters that she needs to upload *sighs* bad updater she is...I'm going to go stalk her on the other site about it.

[Abraxas]

Aww, chuck, I love you too!

Now, enough of this mush. I wanna read more about gay man-babies!

[Chuckles]

Hahaha. Gay Man-babies :lol:

[Dr. Nora Hailey]

I'm loving this story. Thank you for posting this in the proper section, as well. On another website I used to manage, people posted their fics in the wrong sections all the time, and it became a problem to the point where I had to close down the fics section. Your cooperation is much appriciated. <3

~ Dr. Nora Hailey