This is the final chapter (so so so sorry it took me so long to post). What did you think of my fluffy little take on the end of last season?

Chapter 10: Redemption

Wilson realized his slip as soon as it came out of his mouth.

"Answer me," House had risen from the couch and stalked over to Wilson's desk. Wilson shook his head.

"It's not what you think. She has a guest apartment attached to her house. I started renting it from her a few weeks ago."

"Seriously Wilson, you need to hire a team of your own and stop dipping your nib into mine." Wilson shook his head and walked around to his office door.

"First of all, I'm not dating her. I do care for her. During a time in my life when I've needed a real friend she has been here. But that is as far as it goes. Second, if I were seeing her, or interested in seeing her it would be none of your damn business." Wilson flung the door open and left House standing alone in his office.


By the time House made it back to his own office his team was assembled and sporting bored expressions. All except Hadley who looked as if she had been caught with her hand in the cookie jar.

"You," House said pointing his cane at her. "Get in here." He moved past a confused Kutner and swung the door to his office closed behind him. A few moments later Hadley quietly slipped inside and closed the door behind her.

"I don't care why you felt compelled to move Wilson in with you, I don't want to know what is going on in that confused little idiot brain of yours, but considering what he has recently been through and considering what you recently discovered about your own bleak future, I hope that you will have the commonsense to back off."

Thirteen stared at her boss a moment and took in his accusation. His suggestion that she had moved in on Wilson after Amber had died and the realization that if she had she would be subjecting him to the loss of yet another lover to a horribly painful death. And then she began laughing hysterically.

House rolled his eyes. "What's so funny?"

Hadley choked down another burst of laughter and caught her breath. "You are. It's funny that you are still trying to control him. Even after—"

"Hey, I didn't ask your opinion on what I do or don't have the right to control where Wilson is concerned. But I am assuming from your reaction to my knowing your test results that you haven't told him. You think it would make it easier to handle if he fell in love with you first? Funny, you don't seem like the heartless type." House winced as a shooting pain reverberated through his leg and he limped over to his desk and sat down. When he looked back up he saw a spot of blood above Hadley's upper lip. "you're bleeding," he said.

Hadley frowned and touched her thumb to her nose and more blood trickled down her palm. She closed her eyes and caught herself on the edge of his desk.

Her voice was suddenly hoarse, "Something's not right." House pulled himself out of his chair but couldn't get to the other side of the desk quick enough. Hadley's eyes rolled back and she hit the ground at his feet.


"What happened to her?" A panicked Wilson stood outside Hadley's hospital room and ran a hand through his already disheveled hair.

"She's sick." House stared at the second of his fellows in as many months laid up in a hospital bed.

"Very helpful, thank you." Wilson looked relieved as Cuddy came around the corner. "Did you find out anything?"

Cuddy shook her head. "Nothing concrete. She's hypertensive, and she's gone into shock. Foreman thinks maybe a brain aneurism."

House shook his head. "No."

"No?" Cuddy and Wilson asked in unison. "You know what's wrong with her," Wilson stated more than asked.

House nodded. "I told you, she's sick."

Wilson shook his head. "If you know what's wrong with her House, you need to tell me."

"No, actually, I don't. She's got confidentiality. She's not your patient, she's not your employee, she's not your wife, or sister or anything to you except someone else you think you can save. Go back to your office, and I will talk to one of her actual doctors about her condition." House started to walk away but Cuddy put a hand to his arm.


He shook his head slightly and leaned down to brush her ear with his lips. "Later."

Wilson narrowed his eyes at the exchange. "So that's it." House and Cuddy both turned back to Wilson. "Your new zeal to change, to be a better man, actually had nothing to do with me or with Amber, did it? It was Cuddy?"

House narrowed his eyes. Wilson's mockery of his good intentions stung his pride. His pride beat back his good intentions any day. "What a guy won't do for some great nookie, right?" Cuddy's hurt expression at the dig stung him more than Wilson's biting remarks and House lowered his eyes and took a breath. "It was about you," he said to Wilson, "and Cuddy. But everything I have done leading up to and since Amber died was all because of her, because I felt guilty over her death and because I know that she really loved you and it would have worked between you. And because I wanted to have the same thing."

Wilson's eyes softened but his fists were still clinched. House found himself leaning toward Cuddy who gripped his hand and squeezed gently. "Hadley has Huntington's disease. She did a genetic screening on herself and it came up positive. She's dying." House shook his head and turned away from them both. Wilson mumbled back House's confession, and began to refute it."


"She's in early stages right now. She will begin to slowly loose control of her body functions, system failure, deteriorating brain function—"

"House, no."

"I'm sorry. I suspected a few months ago but I thought she would be able to work for a long time, she barely had any symptoms."

"You have to fix her." Wilson said, not even listening to the other side of the conversation.

"You can't fix Huntington's."

"That's not what it is. She wouldn't progress this fast, not without some other complications. What else could it be? Figure it out and help her." House could hear Wilson pleading not just for Thirteen's life, but for Amber's life and their friendship and everything else that had been lost, when Amber died.

"I don't know if I can." House whispered.

"You have to." Wilson took a step closer.

"No, I mean, I can't. I haven't been able to work since the accident. I…I think I'm damaged." Wilson drew back. He grappled with the weight of this hefty confession, but chose to ignore it.

"You have to," he repeated. "If you can't figure this out no one can."

In his mind, House ran through the myriad of possibilities. What else could it be? He glanced back and forth between Wilson and Cuddy. What else could it be? He hooked his arm with Wilson and pulled him around.

"With a positive genetic screen, she could still have Huntington's. Even if she's not dying from that right now, she could still get sick. Do you understand?"

Wilson nodded. "Just tell me you'll try."

House glanced over at Cuddy then back. "Okay," he said. "I'll try."

House turned to walk back to his office. He reached for the file from Cuddy as he passed her. "Do you need some help?" She asked.

House nodded and then shook his head. "I just need to think." He winked and then bent down to steal a kiss from her. "I'll come find you when she's all better."


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