A/N: This is my first House M.D. fiction and it's based off a YouTube video I saw based on Season 5 Finale. Hopefully I did okay. Let me know. Ange.

You're Leaving Me

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You're leaving me.

It went unsaid as the car continued to move at its agonising pace towards Mayfield Psychiatric, home of the loony's as House would say at any other time. Wilson had pulled some strings and had fitted House out with the best care. House in care, he had thought to himself with a small, bitter laugh, it's not possible.

"Are you sure…" he trailed off as House gave an almost imperceptible nod of his head and remained staring out the window, "You're…"

Leaving me. Two words that stuck in his throat and refused to leave his mouth.

You're leaving me.

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Gregory House turned to take one last look at Wilson, lowering his gaze as his eyes met the saddened stare of the other man and watching his shoes as the orderly took his suitcase. Wilson wouldn't leave yet. It was a fact.

"Doctor House," the clipped English accent of the younger orderly made him look up, one thousand Australian/British jokes jumped to his mind, and as he met the gaze a hand motioned him inside, "Please."

With a final glance at Wilson, House turned inside, ignoring the feeling of being watched before the door was closed and he was lead further into the building. Wilson's stare was all over him. He could still feel it.

"Just wait by the window," the English guy spoke gently as he went to help House sit, being motioned away by the wave of his cane, the soon to be known Chase of the loony bin, "Please."

A glance out the window told him he was correct in his assumption about Wilson. He stood by his car looking at Mayfield's entrance as he opened his door. One last scan over the building and he was in the car, putting it into drive and signalling to turn.

You're leaving me.

It was the only thought House could construct as Wilson pulled his car around in a perfectly executed – not to mention legal – U-turn.

You're leaving me.

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A forbidden thought drifted through the air around each man as they sat in their respective seats, looking out their respective windows in the general direction of the other.

You're leaving me.

Maybe it's for the best…