Okay, so I lied. Sorry, y'all. This is, in fact, not the last chapter. There will be one more. Thanks for all the hits and for actually reading this thing. Enjoy, and as you already know, I don't own House or anything.
Audrey collapsed on the couch, looking out at the cold night, small lines of tears running down her cheeks, upsetting her make-up. Cautiously, Wilson sat next to her, observing her for a moment.
"Are you okay?"
She looked back at him, blinking to unsuccessfully stop the tears.
"She's only eight, Wilson. She should have a great long life ahead of her. She should be excited about playing in the snow and getting days off of school. She should be planning her wedding day in her head, thinking about her own Prince Charming. She should be able to go to prom, have her father walk her down the aisle, have children of her own, but she can't. She's so young…" Audrey hiccupped, unable to go on.
Absentmindedly, Wilson put an arm around her and let her sob into his shoulder. Of course all those thoughts had already occurred to him. He thought about them every time he had to tell a patient the bad news. It never came easily and it never went away. Thank God he had experience in comfort.
Gently, he rubbed her arm, muttering what he hoped sounded like soothing words until she lifted her face from his shoulder. She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and sniffed.
"You probably think I'm being terribly silly."
"Nah, not me. House would though."
Audrey let out a giggle, as he squeezed her hand comfortingly.
"Wait a minute I should be thanking you. After all I am the one who roped you into all this."
"I knew what I was getting into. At least let me pay for your dry cleaning."
Wilson looked at his shoulder. Black and pink smudges from Audrey's mascara and lipstick disfigured the bone white shirt. He shrugged.
"It's fine. I never liked this shirt much anyway."
Audrey smiled again.
She leaned in and softly kissed his cheek, just shy of his mouth. Just as her lips brushed his skin, the door flew open.
"You'll never believe what I heard…."
The speaker stopped at the sight in front of him, his jaw slack and his eyes beginning to narrow.
"I'm gonna go," Audrey said softly, disentangling her hand from Wilson's.
"That would be wise," returned Wilson, looking a bit perturbed at the sight of House.
"Leaving so soon, Barbie?"
"I have a class in the morning. I'll see you sometime next week."
Audrey swept out of the room, ignoring the look House sent her way.
"What are you doing…?" Wilson started to speak, but House abruptly cut him off.
"What the hell is going on in here?"
"Nothing. Audrey came by to help out with a patient."
"A likely story, but your shirt says otherwise."
Wilson glanced down at his wrinkled, stained shirt for a second time before answering.
"She started crying because, unlike you, she has some compassion."
"I'm not lying, House."
"Everybody lies," he shot back. "Besides, you were kissing!"
"She was kissing me because, again, she, unlike you, knows the meaning of the word gratitude. Maybe if you said thank you or I'm sorry once in awhile, you'd actually get laid." Once the words escaped his mouth, he knew it was the wrong thing to say.
"You're sleeping with my daughter?!"
"No! Of course not! I only meant-"
"You son of a –" He raised his cane threateningly.
"House! I swear on…on…whatever the hell you want! I'm not having an affair with Audrey."
House stopped and looked at him critically. Seemingly satisfied, he limped over to the couch and flopped down.
"Fine. So what's this I hear about the Wizard Gregorious?"