House snorts at the feeling of Wilson's hands rubbing his hair. He swats at the hand his eyes still closed, but his lips are played up in a light smile. Then the full weight of the oncologist's words hit him...he needs to get a home. Sitting up he turns to Wilson, tension oozing back into his shoulders. It was another worry added to his ever growing list. He didn't have the money for the place or the credit...if he could get a co-signer. Maybe Stacy, she owed their daughter at least that much. No, that would only give her calm to the child. House wanted the Stacy as far away from her as possible. Maybe...Wilson. No he's already done enough for me...He'll want to move on eventually, find another wife. Greg smirked at the idea, if Wilson got married again he'd have to top the last bachelor's party. The thought brought on memories of Amber. God, it was another thing he had destroyed in James' life.

"Wilson...have you ever found someone after Amber...I mean...sorry. I shouldn't have brought that up." House sighed and pinked the bridge of his nose. Idiot!

Poor Wilson cringes hard at the name of his dead girl friend's name. God why did he have to bring her up?! It was a sore subject for the poor man. And House had been one of the reasons Amber had died. He looks dead ahead on the road and ponders for a LONG time, "No." He finally states in a almost dead, distant voice. "No...and drop it." His hands grip the wheel softly till his knuckles go white.

"Guess we need to look at real-estate books.", he nods slowly. Trying to drop Amber. "House or like an apartment?", he keeps his eyes locked on the road not looking at House.

House focuses on Wilson's knuckles white as a ghost. He ducked his head and drummed his fingers on his cane. Dropping the subject he moved on to the subject of the house. "Yea, but I can't really afford to get anything at the moment. My credit is shot after the rehab, and if Cuddy doesn't give me back my job..." Greg goes silent looking out the window brooding. "I want to get a small house. Kids should have a stable place to live. I might have to call Blythe, the old bat has enough money and she owes me for the hell she put me through. She deserves a house with a yard and a dog..."

House looks back at Wilson, his heart clenching. "I've got to get something soon, though...if I want to get full custody."

Wilson looks at House slightly, "House. We could try and go in this together. And not get anyone else involved." He didn't want House to live alone. Not yet. House was unstable still and it was painfully clear. Also, the child might be as well. He had no clue how the child would be after abuse. God only knows what she went threw.

"She HAS to give you your job back. Your the best doctor there.", he reminds House. Pulling up to their home that they were sharing.

House finds himself smiling again. He'd been smiling more and more when he was around Wilson. The oncologist had always been good for him, making take life easier. Though after everything, House was amazed that James was even speaking to him. "I'd like that Wilson. It would be good to live with you again, you'd probably keep me from going insane...or more so than I already am." Opening the door and getting his legs under him House made his way to the door. He waited for Wilson to open the door and followed him in. He passed the other doctor and limped into his room nearly collapsing on the bed.

Wilson nods, "You are welcome House." He fallows after House and closes and locks the door behind him. Heading off he fallows House to his room leaning on the doorframe, "I am gonna start looking for something we can afforded. You rest now and than later we can go and visit your daughter again. After food of course."

With that he heads off to do just that. First starting up his laptop to start looking at homes that were in their price range. Bookmarking a few he thought House would like. "Hard choice."

The dreamscape is different than the usual hospital landscape that usually plagued his nightmares. He was seated in a small breakfast nook, a cup of coffee in his hand and a normal morning breakfast of eggs and bacon on his plate. There were three places set at the table, something that puzzled the doctor to no end. House looked up at the warm room to see Wilson standing at the stove finishing up some scrambled eggs. Turning with a smile the younger man served eggs to one of the other plates.

"Good Morning, Greg." Wilson kissed his head and added eggs to his plate. Then he set the skillet aside he pressed his lips stealing a deep kiss from House. "Eat your eggs. Sweet heart! Come get your breakfast." House's breath caught in his throat at the sight of his daughter, she was healthy and smiling brightly as she raced around the table. She jumped up in her father's lap and pressed a kiss on his cheek.

"Morning Papa. Morning Daddy." Bouncing off House's lap she raced to Wilson and gave him a kiss before sitting down and eating her food. Tears raced down Greg's face. His dream!husband slipped his arms around him and wiped his tears.

"What's a'matter Papa?" The little girl looked at him worriedly. Wilson mirrored her look.

"I'm fine, just fine." He closed his eyes, when he opened them he was standing in an empty dirty house all alone. He frantically looked for his missing husband and child. "Wilson, WILSON!!" House shot up from the bed screaming.

Wilson was busy cooking in the kitchen This time spaghetti and home made meatballs. Also, garlic bread and a sauce. He figured he would give House something filling to eat and hardy. He was far to thin in Wilson's eyes so was his daughter. She shakes his head sadly, "Who would do that to a kid?" He didn't understand WHY or how anyone could harm an innocent child. "Hopefully she is some what normal after that."

He was taking the sauce off the stove and gets startled by House screaming his name. The sauce that was hot ends up ALL OVER Wilson as she moves so fast to spin around to face were the screams were coming from. "SHIT!", he forgets about the saucy mess and runs to House's room. "HOUSE?! ARE YOU OK?!", he asks freaked out and worried sounding. Sauce drips from his hair down his face.

House barely focused his eyes, his heart racing then he saw Wilson covered in the tomato sause. At first glance it looked like blood dripping off the other man. House lept to his side and scooped him up in his arms. "Are you alright, why are you covered in...tomato sauce?!" Licking his fingers Greg looked down into Wilson's brown eyes full of concern. The fear that had pulled at his heart pooled into his stomach. He pushed the oncologist off and ran to the bathroom as best he could. He made it to the toilet just in time to loose the contents of his stomach which wasn't much. After a few minutes there was nothing left in his stomach and he was gagging with the dry heaves. He leaned against the bowl, closing the lid and flushing.

Wilson blinks and lands with a soft OOFF on the bed. He was still dripping sauce as he darts after House to the bathroom. "House.....House calm down. I am fine. Its sauce like you said. I was making dinner and it sorta attacked me." He shrugs and moves to kneel next to House as he finishes vomiting. "Why are you so upset? What happened? What did you dream about this time?" Poor guy sounded so upset and worried. He shifts and lays a saucy hand on House's shoulder.

House looks up at his friend his eyes still laced with fear and pain. The hand on his back keeps him grounded in the present, in the bathroom with Wilson, safe and alive next to him. This was killing him, he needed to bring this out in the open before it got anymore convoluted than it already was. He moves around trying to get comfortable and prevent his leg from cramping up. He pulled Wilson, still dripping with sauce to sit beside him. "We need to talk. I don't want to upset you, but If I don't get this out now I might never and damn it I need a good night's sleep."

Leaning his back against the wall and letting his long legs dangle in front of him House took a deep breath trying to sum up the courage to talk to Wilson. "I-I" Clearing his throat he tried to start again. "W-when you left last time, when she died I realized how much you meant to me. I...you've always been my friend, my only friend. After you left and I thought I never see you again I've been having dreams." He can't look Wilson in the eye, but he can feel his eyes on him. "Usually I'm at the hospital and-and your leaving. You tell me that it's all my fault, everything that I deserve to loose everything. I try and stop you, but my leg gives out and I am forced to crawl after you. That's my usual dream. Today, it was worse. We were married." A small smile plays on his lips. "We were raising our- my daughter. She was so happy and healthy...then I closed my eyes and it was all gone. Both of you all gone..." House starts to cry softy trying to hold himself together.

Wilson shifts his hand from House's back onto his shoulder. Sitting next to him and allowing him to lean on the wall next to him. "Yes, I think it would be wise to tell me why you were screaming and freaking out so badly." He tilts his head to the side and nods slowly, "You do need a good nights sleep. You are way to tired."

He stops talking the minute House starts to tell him what he was dreaming about. He stays totally quite the whole while as he keeps his hand on House;s shoulder. An eyebrow arching slowly as he watches and listens intently. Sighing softly once House was done and starts to cry he shifts and wraps his arms around him getting sauce all over him. "Hey, hey...no crying. I am not going any place." He shakes his head slowly, "Am I leaving you now? No..." He ponders on the marriage part and shrugs inwardly offering House's forehead a light kiss first.

House leans up into the kiss, his eyes closed absorbing the blissful feeling. When Wilson pulls away he places a hand on James face pulling him down so he can look in his eyes. He can tell the other man does not grasp the real meaning behind his dreams. Before he can stop himself the diagnostician presses his lips to the oncologists. He threads his hands through the thick stock of brown hair. The kiss only lasts moments, but for House it felt like an eternity. An eternity of bliss and pleasure, of love and lust. He wanted nothing more than for those brief moments to never end. He finally pulls away his hand still pressed against Wilson's face rubbing his thumb lightly over his cheek bones. Looking for any rejection, House tries to stop the feeling of rising panic in his chest. Please don't leave me...

Wilson blinks a few times in surprise as he was pulled into another kiss by House. And this one wasn't on the cheek but full on lips. He lets his eyelids close as he shifts only a bit to return the kiss back to him. He reopens his eyes and meets House's blue ones as he blinks slowly. Looking more surprised than anything, "So, how long have you had these feelings?" He finally asks softly staying against House's touch instead of pulling away.

House leans his forehead against Wilson's trying to gather his thoughts. He opens his eyes smiling that James' are inches from his own. "In my own way I've loved you since I met you at that hotel bar during the conference. I knew that I loved you and wanted to be with you always was the day you pack up your office and left. I felt like my heart had died that day. I should have never let you go. Then you came back, when I needed you the most. And now after everything your still here, helping me. If you don't feel the same don't tell me, just let pretend that this never happened and stay the way we were."

Wilson shifts and lets House talk once more staying quite until the other male finished. Shifting her wraps his arms around House and nods slowly. Why had he known? In some ways he differently knew House's true feelings for him. Course he was never sure it was fully true or not. Shifting only once more he finds House's soft lips once more kissing him deeply. One hand slipping to curl around House's hair. Kissing him instead of saying anything. Figuring that should be more of an answer anyway. Pulling back he looks at House smiling innocently, "Yea."

House relishes the warmth of the kiss humming in satisfaction at the feeling of Wilson wrapped around him. His heart leaps happily in his chest, the fear, the pain all gone. It was replaced by the feeling of utter joy. He'd gotten the family he'd always wanted in one day, now he had to set about keeping them. House was pulling Wilson in for another kiss when he got a face full of red sauce. His eyes were blown wide in shock, and a small giggle built up from his belly.

A laugh ripped from his chest a making his body shake. He pushed the dirty oncologist off of him. "Wilson you need a shower and I need new clothes." He presses a kiss to the doctor's nose, "Hurry up, I hungry"

Wilson laughs and moves away from House, "Yea, I suppose I do need a shower. I am glad you are laughing again." He moves to stand himself upright moving to offer House a hand up too. "Go and change. I am gonna shower, change and finish dinner. It was almost done but yea. I am wearing a lot of it now." He ruffles House's hair with affection. Pulling House up from the floor and heads off to the bathroom to take a shower. Throwing his dirty clothing in the wash on the way. That way they didn't stain to badly from the sauce.

Taking his time he enjoys as the hot water pounds his skin. Moving to wash all the sauce off of his being with soap and water. Once finished he goes to get dressed once more. Once more in a dress shirt and pants since they were going back to the hospital again and he was still on call. Sighing he ties the tie once more and heads back to the kitchen to finish cooking their meals.

House watches Wilson leave with a fond smile, sauce covering himself and the other physician. He wanted to follow the other man to share his shower, but that might not be the best thing at the moment. Stripping quickly and washing his face the diagnostician slipped on a new shirt and pants. With a light heart House made his way out to the kitchen to stand over the stove and the mess that had been made. He intercepted Wilson as he entered the room stealing another kiss. He nuzzled his nose against James'. "Despite creating a mess it smells really good." He pulled away to give the other man room to get at the stove.

He looks in the fringe to get out the makings of a salad and chops up the ingredients. "Anything you want especially in here?"

Wilson kisses him back and had dripping wet hair still. He hadn't done his vain act of standing with a blow dryer for hours in front of a mirror. He ruffles House's hair lightly and laughs, "Yea, well you had a hand in that mess." He moves to start the sauce again and clean up the mess all over the stove and floor.

He looks over at House and arches an eyebrow, "I am surprised you are doing something. No, go for it. I am not in the mood to be picky. Also, I bookmarked some homes for you to look at."

House finished mixing the salad and placed it on the table before he sat on the couch pulling Wilson's computer into his lap. Clicking though the links House looked at each home trying to find one that would suit their needs. The other physician had done an excellent job of picking out possible homes. One home caught his eye, it was a larger blue home with a wrap around porch and a big yard. It was five bedrooms, giving both doctor's private studies and a bedroom for House's daughter. There would also be plenty of room for his piano and anything else they would have to make room for. The house looked like it had been seized by the bank, so it was listed for a lot less than it should be. He left it up on the computer and brought it back to table. "This one."

http://thumbs.trulia.com/pictures/th...348176f61c.jpg

((ooo pretty!))

Wilson nods and looks over at the home House has picked, "Looks good to me House." He smiles, "We need to call to see it and than it can be all ours. Than we can start to move our stuff over. Your old place still has most of your stuff." He takes the sauce off the stove and plops some on each noodled dish and heads to the table with both plates. "Hopefully your daughter will like it."

(((I know! It's a real house for sale in Princeton)))

"I hope so too. " House set the laptop aside and slowly started to eat his pasta. Stealing Wilson's garlic bread handing him the basket full of them so the doctor to could take another. He gave the oncologist a sly smirk. "You know it always taste's better off your plate." For the first time in months the physician felt like himself. His snarky, intelligent self. The diagnostician worked on his large helping of pasta and salad taking care not to upset his stomach.

"If you always cook this well I'll have to marry you." The old twinkle was back in the blue eyes, House was hoping to make his companion blush.

((Its a nice area there. Probably way out of my price range x.x.))

Wilson sighs, "Do you HAVE to steal my bread? There is a whole basket full....OH, never mind." He shakes his head and grabs a new slice. "You are back to your old self. Which is a good thing indeed." He moves and takes a large bite of the bread chewing it. "I am glad you are. Wonder if your kid will be just as snarky."

That did make Wilson blush faintly and looks down at his plate. Absently twirling noodles around his fork. So much that he ends up with a huge lunp on his fork when he finally pulls it free.

House watches his friend making a larger and larger ball of noodle, and coughs uncomfortably at the silence. I need to quit pushing it. I want to be with him, but a kiss in the bathroom and a confession of love on my part may not mean a whole lot.... Keeping his eyes on the food through most of the meal House stay's silent thinking. Did Wilson really want a relationship with a cripple, a cripple addicted to pain killers with an illegitimate child for that matter. Sighing House gets up and heads to the fridge reaching for a beer. He cracks it open and leans against the door his back to Wilson.

"Why do you stay with me?"