It's taken me forever to update this. I feel bad...not really. But we are finally at an end. Tis been a great long journey with you faithful reviewers.
House fell back against the white board with a thud and crash. The bar holding the board up jammed into his thigh, sending an extreme jolt of pain through his entire frame. He looked up at Wilson, completely ignoring the shocked faces that stood inside the office.
He sat up, ignoring the pain, pulled himself off the floor and looked for his cane. Wilson just stood there, towel still securely covering his waste.
House pulled back angrily and punched Wilson back, square in the nose. He fell back with greater force and landed into the glass door, hearing the glass almost give in. He stared in shock as he pressed his fingers to his now bloody nose.
The fight was obviously not over when Wilson stood up, non to gracefully and tackled House. Cuddy finally got out of her shock and went into administrator mode.
"Get off of each other, NOW!" She screamed out. The two men ignored her and kept on getting shots in wherever they could.
Foreman went to House and pulled him back from under his shoulders. Chase went to Wilson and kept him on the floor. House kicked up- grimacing as he did so- only to catch Wilson's mouth on the toe of his Converse.
"STOP!" Foreman bellowed throwing House up against the glass wall.
Wilson nursed his wounds and scowled in House's direction.
"You're pathetic." Wilson spat out.
"Says the guy who put male enhancers in my Vicoden."
"you put my hand in warm water while I was asleep." Wilson shouted standing up and out of Chase's embrace.
"You cut through my cane!" House said louder.
"You put a dead animal in my office and stole my clothes."
"You're a sad male whore who can't stick with one wife. Cheated on anyone lately?" House accused with venom.
Wilson's face took on a myriad of emotions, hurt, anger then full fledged fury, "Do you really want to compare personal lives Greg? I mean at least I can get a woman to stay with me." His voice was low and intended to hurt.
House's face actually showed emotion when he broke away from Foreman's arms and practically attacked Wilson. He straddled Wilson's waste and began to whale on him. Foreman got his balance back and pulled him back with more force. He reached the door and pushed House into the hall. He closed the door and locked it, he ran quickly to the other door and did the same to it.
"Alright," He started, staring at Wilson's bloody face, "That's ridiculous, you guys are acting like fifth graders."
Wilson rolled his eyes.
Cuddy stood up. "He's right, either go back to your office and don't talk to House the rest of the day or go home and finish this fight in his apartment. I don't care. But you two are not going to fight here."
Wilson just stared, nodded and slowly stood up to leave.
He got into the hallway and noticed House wasn't around. He stared confused at the Houseless corridor and walked to his office.
He opened the door tiredly and turned on the light, only to see said House sitting on his couch a needle in one hand and a mirror in the other. He was quite obviously trying to figure out how to get the stitches in without putting down the mirror.
"What are you doing in my office?"
"I could've asked you the same thing…earlier…" He said with his eyes closed. He opened one, "Surprised that thing stayed on through all of that."
"Yeah well, I tied it pretty tight." He smirked.
"So I see I put the hurt on you." House stated arrogantly.
Wilson rolled his eyes, "Your head is bleeding."
"I was wondering why it was stinging." He said putting the mirror on his knees.
"Let me." Wilson said grabbing the needle from House.
"I can do it." House said quietly.
"Oh, I know." Wilson smiled and began stitching his head gently.
"You had some pretty good- ow- low blows in there."
"So did you." Wilson stated defensively.
"You started it." House deadpanned.
They were quiet while Wilson finished repairing the gash. Once he was done he reached in his drawer and pulled out a gauze. He taped it to House's wound pressing gently to secure it.
House looked at him intently.
"I'm sorry." Wilson said on a sigh.
"Apologies make you look weak." House mumbled leaning his head against the back of the couch.
"Right." Wilson smirked once again and copied House's movements.
"You're bleeding too." House said opening one eye.
House sighed and grabbed a gauze, poured alcohol on it and pressed it Wilson's lip.
"God!" Wilson shot up and House began to laugh.
"Oh, shut up!" Wilson pressed his palm to his lip.
House laughed even more, "Sorry." He said through light chuckles.
"Apologies make you weak."
Wilson smiled as House calmed down.
"So…truce?" Wilson asked, sticking his hand out for a shake.
"Truce." House shook his hand and leaned back against the couch once more.
"Good times huh?"