Continued


(Wilson was walking into the hospital, he was on his phone talking to someone-while House was on the balcony watching him.)

Wilson: So what are Du going to do? All right I’ll try. Bye

(House was intrigued but was paged Von his team.)


Foreman: New case.

House: 30 Jahr old male, hair loss with flaky skin. Ew.

Thirteen: I’ll do the blood work. Kutner can get the rest.

(Kutner and Thirteen both left.)

Taub: Still no sign of Cuddy.

(Taub looked at House.)

Foreman: Leave it Taub.

(Taub got infuriated and lashed out at House.)

House: You’re a coward House. She does what Du want, and yet Du still run away.

(House looked away from him.)

Taub: I’ll get the patient history.

(Taub gave a scornful look to House, before leaving.)

House: So what’s your input then?

(Foreman stood up.)

Foreman: Its survival. Du can’t, no wait-- Du don’t want to give a part of yourself away.

(Foreman left, leaving House to himself.)


(House followed Wilson around for most of the morning, trying to figure out what he was up to. Wilson had been to the supermarkt and bought bags of Essen and had left the hospital twice already.)

House: Having a party without me?

(House surprised Wilson as he was leaving the staff room with bags in each of his hand.)

Wilson: I had to refill my refrigerator.

(House looked inside one of them, and found ice cream and candles.)

House: Yeah, preparing for a pyjama party.

Wilson: Can you, move. These are heavy.

(House stepped aside, whilst a cautious Wilson walked out.)


(House broke into Wilson’s locked office, and searched his mantel pockets for his cell phone.)

House: Bingo.

(House found it, and began to quickly look through it. He was surprised to find who the last couple of calls had been from. House decided to take it with him back to his office, and await a confrontation.)


(It was 10pm and the team had solved the case, and had left. Wilson was all dressed to leave when he realised he didn’t have his phone. He barged into House’s office.)

Wilson: I know you’ve taken it, so give it to me.

(House sat up in his chair, and reached for the phone.)

House: You’re a busy man.

(Wilson had his hand out, and an annoyed look on his face.)

House: It appears to me, that Du have been sneaky.

Wilson: Its nothing important, Du didn’t need to know.

(House opened Wilson’s phone and showed Wilson what was on the screen.)

House: She called three times, since I stahl, stola it from you.

(Wilson looked angry at House.)

Wilson: Did Du answer it?

(House tossed it to Wilson.)

House: Tell me why Cuddy’s been calling you.

(Wilson looked disappointed with himself that he couldn’t keep it a secret long enough.)

Wilson: She didn’t want Du to know.

(House stood up and walked towards Wilson.)

House: Know what?

(Wilson looked away before looking up at House.)

Wilson: Her mom’s dying-cancer. She came to me for a friend, and a consult. Her mom flew in a couple of weeks ago, and she wanted me to pick some stuff up for her while she’s taking care of her. Medication, work stuff. She needed a friend she can depend on.

(House looked hurt, and looked to the side.)

Wilson: House. She needs you, not the bastard.

(Wilson backed away slowly before leaving.)

(House sat back in his chair and put his hands on his face.)

To be continued

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