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Reunited Through Tragedy
A/N: In this story, House was never found after crashing into Cuddy's house. Also, Cuddy never left the hospital and Wilson didn't die
Doctor James Wilson was in his office working on a mountain of paperwork. This was what happened when you put your paperwork off until the last minute. Normally he didn't wait so long to do paperwork, but he'd had a rough week with all his patients. He'd lost two this week and another had taken a turn for the worse. Needless to say, he'd had a lot of long days and nights.
Wilson soon heard his door open and close. He quickly finished what he was working on and looked up. What he saw when he did shocked him. It was someone he hadn't seen in nearly five years. "House."
"Wilson," House said as leaned against the door.
"What the hell are you doing here? I can't believe you would even dare step one foot into this building," Wilson said. It was certainly gutsy of House to come here after what he did to Cuddy.
"Well, I've always been a risk taker," House said dryly.
"Get out of here, House. Leave before Cuddy finds out you're here and calls the police," Wilson said. She would too. Cuddy had not forgiven House for what he did and she probably never would. She would turn him in in a second.
"No," House said. He'd gone there for a reason and he wasn't leaving. He couldn't.
"If you're here for me for friendship, you came to the wrong place. I'm done, House. There's no going back after what you did. You vandalized Cuddy's house! You scared the hell out of her!" Wilson exclaimed.
"I don't care about Cuddy!" House yelled. Okay, so that wasn't really true. He cared about her more than he could say. He'd never stopped loving her and he never would. But right now, he had bigger things to worry about. Cuddy was the last thing on his mind. "And frankly, right now, I don't really care about you either."
Wilson was a bit surprised by his old friend's statements. He'd figured House was there because he'd destroyed his life even further and wanted someone to pick up the pieces.
House took a couple of steps further and tossed a file he'd been holding on Wilson's desk. "I don't need a friend. I need a doctor.
Wilson glanced down at the file and then glared back at House. "What is this? Another cancer scheme? You think you can get back into my life by pretending to be sick?"
"This is not a damn game! Look at the file! It's not me!" House screamed.
House's tone of voice had Wilson shocked, so shocked that he immediately opened the file. He quickly looked through the contents and looked up at House with a stunned expression. "Is this real?"
"You really think I'd make something like this up? Okay, don't answer that. Yeah, it's real. I didn't come here for your friendship or forgiveness. I came for your help. You can hate me as much as you want, but please help me," House begged.
The desperation in House's voice really got to Wilson. He'd never heart the man so scared, and he'd certainly never heard him beg. There was no way he'd be able to turn him away. Well, he wouldn't be able to do that anyway. He could never turn a cancer patient away because of personal reasons. "Sit down."
House sighed and immediately took a seat in the chair across from his former friend.
"How did this happen?" Wilson asked.
"Well, you'd be able to answer better than me. You're the cancer expert," House said. He knew that wasn't what he meant, but he couldn't help the comment. It was who he was.
"No, that's not what I meant and you know it," Wilson said.
"It doesn't matter. All that matters is that he exists and I wanna make sure it stays that way. You're the best at what you do and I need the best for him. Will you help?" House asked.
"If that's what you want, yes, but maybe you should go somewhere else? If Cuddy sees you, there's a very good chance she's going to call the police. I may not be able to talk her out of it," Wilson said. He hoped that Cuddy would understand the situation and refrain from calling the cops, but he couldn't be sure. She was still really angry.
"I don't care about Cuddy or the police. I have much bigger problems right now. All I care about is getting him the best medical care possible. That's you," House said.
"Where is he?" Wilson asked.
"I didn't bring him with me. I wasn't sure you'd agree. Hoped you would, but I couldn't be sure," House said.
"Well, bring him in. He needs to be admitted immediately. Uh, I'm gonna take my own labs. I'm sure the doctor who made the diagnosis is good, but I always take my own labs," Wilson said.
"That's fine. The only thing I draw the line on is the biopsy. I won't put him through that again," House said firmly.
"I understand. The labs should be enough," Wilson said.
House stood up from his seat. "I'll go get him."
Wilson nodded and watched him leave. He then looked back down at the file. It belonged to a three-year-old boy named Logan House. And he was House's son.
Wilson was a few feet outside his office with a nurse getting preparations ready for House's little boy. It was still weird to even think about it. House having a kid out there wasn't that strange, but the idea of him being a father was. He just never imagined House capable of parenting. Sure, he'd spent time with Rachel when he and Cuddy dated, but that was different than actually parenting your own child.
Wilson looked over soon and saw House walking towards him with a little boy with dark brown hair and piercing blue eyes balanced on his hip. He immediately walked over and smiled at the little boy. "Hi there. You must be Logan. My name's James. It's very nice to meet you."
"Don't listen to him, Champ. He's Wilson, not James. He's gonna help you get better. Say hi," House told his son.
"Hi," Logan said with a big smile on his face.
Wilson's heart was melted by the little boy. He seemed like such a happy child. He was all smiles and laughs. It was kids like this that saddened Wilson. He knew very well that little Logan's happiness wouldn't last long. It would go away with his first cancer treatment.
Wilson ruffled the little boy's hair. "Your dad's right, little man. I'm gonna do everything I can to make you better."
Logan turned away and started playing with a toy truck he had in his hands like he didn't have a care in the world.
Wilson turned to House. "So we're gonna get him into a room first and then we'll start the tests. I'll only do the non-invasive ones. Nurse Holly will take him to get settled," he said as he motioned the woman older.
The young woman smiled at House and Logan. "Here, I'll take him now."
House glared at her. "Get those hands away from me before I knock them off with my cane. Logan's not going anywhere without me."
"House, you know procedure. You gotta let the nurse do her job. Logan will be fine. I promise you'll be able to see him soon," Wilson assured him.
House hesitated. He didn't want to let Logan go even for a minute. Logan was only three-years-old. He understood nothing that was going on. Being sent off with some stranger was probably going to terrify him. It didn't seem like he had a choice though. He was the parent this time, not the doctor. "Okay, pal. You're gonna go with the lady for a little bit. I'll be there soon."
"You're not coming?" Logan asked slightly afraid.
"I'll be there soon, I promise. I just have to talk to the doctor for a minute. I see you before you know it," House promised.
"Okay, Daddy," Logan said
House reluctantly handed his son over to the nurse.
Wilson watched the scene in awe. This was not something he ever expected to see. House was so loving and attentive to that little boy. It was almost like he was a different person. There was no trace of the misanthropic, bitter doctor he'd seen a few years ago.
"Alright, what now?" House asked
"Well, like I said, we'll run the tests and if they come back like the others like expected, we'll discuss treatment options. Um, I'm gonna have to tell her," Wilson said.
House didn't bother asking who he meant. He was very clear on who Wilson was talking about. "I can't deal with her right now, Wilson. I've got enough issues without her coming and screaming at me for the past. I'm very well aware of what I did. I can't change it, so there's no point discussing it. And frankly, I don't have it in me to deal with it now. My main focus has to be my son. No one else matters."
"I understand that, believe me. But if she sees you or hears that you're here, she's going to call the police and have you arrested. I think we can both agree that that's the last thing your son needs right now. He needs you to get him though this. So I need to go tell her what's going on, and I have to do it before finds out you're here," Wilson said.
"It's a little late for that," House said as stared over Wilson's shoulders.
Wilson turned around to see Cuddy standing a few feet away with cold, angry look on her face.