Okay guys it's been a while but here it is! Please please review so I know if it's worth continuing or not

p.s Does anyone else feel they'll just burst if Hilson doesn't happen on the show lol

The Shared Experiences of Friends

'Dr Wilson...Wilson, you listening to me? Wake up Wilson!'

The Oncologist snapped out of his sleep to see an anxious looking Cuddy standing at the door of his dimly lit office. It took several moments of rubbing his eyes before he could fully see the extent of how worried she actually looked.

'Something wrong Cuddy?'

She strode into the room and lowered herself to his eye level placing her hand tentatively on his shoulder. Wilson fought back a lump in his throat and the sickening feeling developing in the pit of his stomach in order to utter one weak and familiar word. A word often associated with panic when they came together like this.

'House?'

He threw himself up from his couch quickly, ready to face whatever cataclysmic situation that had surfaced involving the Diagnostician now, unsure of whether to pull his Doctors coat on because he would be dealing with the aftermath of a meltdown in the hospital or whether to put his outdoor jacket on instead because he would have to ride his white horse farther afield to save the troubled ogre in his life.

'Where is he? Is it bad?'

Cuddy watched his agitated manner for some moments before her confusion cleared and she realised that she had to make her reason for being there more precisely known.

'Wilson calm down, as far as I know other than having a black eye and a burst lip he's fine. The pitiful expression I had on my face was for you not for him. What's wrong with you? I'm guessing it's something to do with House because of his new facial decorations and because the team have told me that you've been avoiding one another like the plague the last two days. House is miserable, irritable and distracted, which in turn is making his team edgy and depressed, which in turn is making the new patient I found for them still unexplainably dying.'

'So what you are really saying is, 'I need House to be fully functioning right now if I'm going to get another big fat pay cheque for the hospital, so put your own issues to the side and make House happy'. Is that about right Dean?'

A little wounded but coy enough not to own to it, Lisa Cuddy removed herself from Wilson's side and walked towards his desk. She propped herself on its edge and leaning her hands back on either side began swinging her legs gently, her heels pointed downward. Her eyes then focused once more on the now vertical form of her head of Oncology. She spoke soothingly but with a firmness in her voice that let anyone hearing it know she was nobody's fool.

'No you know full well that's not what I'm saying. I'm worried about you, my patient and House. You've spent the last two nights at the hospital volunteering with your time off Wilson. That means you haven't been home for two days and it means more importantly that you're avoiding going home. The last time I saw you and House together was exactly two days ago when I hunted him down for skipping clinic duty and found you both standing hung over, half naked and agitated in the middle of the living room. What has he gotten you involved in this time that's making you avoid him and the House you live in?'

The Oncologist chose this moment to place his Doctors coat neatly on the stand next to his door, momentarily gaining a reprieve from searching eyes by engineering a way to turn himself from them. He tilted his head in defeat however as time passed and the question continued to silently circulate the room with no sign of being replaced by a gentler more Wilson friendly one. He turned and focused his tired eyes on large puzzled ones.

'You wouldn't believe me if I told you or maybe you would. It has after all been doing the rounds in the Hospital rumour mill for quite some time. There might even be a book open for when it would happen. I wonder who had March 2010? Probably House.'

Cuddy looked at the dishevelled mess now weakly leaning on the door in front of her and for an unknown reason got her own sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. These two were friends. Good friends. However they had always been bound in friendship through a common link in the form of House. Most of their dealings with one another revolved around issues associated with him. Very little personal confiding was done between them. It was occasionally an uneasy alliance they shared. Sometimes they kept a united front against House like an intervention tag team and sometimes he played them off against one another and they stupidly fell for it time and again. However House wasn't the one sitting in front of her right now pleading for her help and Wilson wasn't the one chastising her for dealing with House wrongly. House clearly had everything to do with the state Wilson was in but nothing to do with the immediate situation in front of her. Wilson needed someone to talk to who didn't mock feelings; wasn't an asshole, wasn't House. She was determined to be useful to him in any way possible.

'You can't keep staying here. If you can't go back to House then come and stay with me for a few nights and we'll talk about whatever it is you need to talk about. Whatever it is, it can't be that bad. I want to help you James.'

His eyes began rimming with tears as he uncharacteristically threw himself into her arms. Shocked, Cuddy could only hug him tightly as his head rested on her shoulder. She began stroking him in a repetitively soothing manner. She suddenly realised how intimate they would look to someone barging in the office at that moment in time and seeing him, head buried in her neck moaning whilst she cradled his body almost between her legs as she sat very unladylike on the edge of his desk. She half wondered what the look on House's face would be if he was the one to take in that site. This thought however, was quickly replaced in her mind with another upon hearing the low muffled sounds her head of Oncology was forming into words on her shoulder. She would never be prepared for the words he choked out as his tears and phlegm stained her otherwise immaculate red silk blouse.

'I've slept with him. It was a terrible mistake. I've ruined the one thing that matters to me.'

It took her several shocked minutes to register what he meant, then it hit her full force knocking that sinking feeling in her stomach away and replacing it with a sucker punch. Wilson had been intimate with House. Once upon a time she had also been physically intimate with the same man, a younger version more vibrant but just as acidic egotistical and as brilliant.

In a split second she had gone from thinking about how sexual her own situation with Wilson looked, to shamefully thinking about how her two employees and friends would be together. Would House have nibbled on Wilson's ear and neck like he had done with her? Would he have let his guard down for a few fleeting hours and smiled at Wilson with unmistakable trust, longing and love in his eyes? Had he turned cold again when the initial feelings faded and became his insufferable emotionally caged and mocking self once more? Had he made Wilson feel in that short intimate time like he was the only thing in the world worth his attention to then ignore him vehemently and discard him when his services were no longer required?

She snapped out of her thought process, realising that there was an emotionally distraught Oncologist still attached to her and leaking all over her expensive new blouse. She would have to speak to him and say something reassuring. It would be more difficult to be his friend in this situation now but not impossible. She composed herself enough to sound Nonchalant and to stress that the offer of friendship, impartial advice and a place to stay still stood.

'We'll buy out the liquor store on the way home. I don't know about you but I definitely need a drink now.'

Wilson finally removed his head from her shoulder and she used her sleeve to wipe his tear stained face. She explained to him she'd meet him downstairs, giving her time to get her things and him time to compose himself and lock his office up for the night. As Lisa Cuddy shut the door, she was most definitely in a state of shock as her heels absentmindedly clicked two and fro past the room parallel to the one she exited. So lost in thought was she that she jumped and let out a small scream when a soft foam ball bounced out of the door of the office and hit her of all places on her breasts. However no joke was made by the person who threw the ball regarding where it landed and for a split second she couldn't deny that she felt disappointment at this fact. She turned to face the man she knew had purposely launched the ball in her direction. As she did so, he in turn rewarded her curiosity with four simple words.

'You know don't you?'

To be continued *Do you think Wilson will realise he has to give him and House a chance or will he turn him down thus pushing House into the arms of another more willing partner?*Will Cuddy try to use the trust she gains from Wilson to negatively influence him or to influence him in a manner which suits her purposes? Hmmm decisions, decisions-answers on a postcard...or the review page if it's quicker for ya! :D