I'm not sure how this is going to turn out, or if anyone will like it or anything, but here it goes:

The Big Secret

Chapter 1

"Okay, okay. Bye." It was eight o' clock and Dr. James Wilson hung up his office phone and buried his head in his hands. "Oh no."

"What's wrong with you?" his best friend and colleague Greg House asked in his usual sarcasm, walking into Wilson's office.

"Nothing." Wilson didn't raise his head.

"Oh, okay then. So, Cuddy"-

"What? You don't care why I'm like this – you don't want to know why I'm like this?" Wilson raised his head, his eyes closed.

"No, not really." House had known Wilson for a long time, which meant he knew how to get him talking, without Wilson knowing it.

"Oh."

"You're not going to tell me?" House was both surprised and shocked that Wilson wasn't talking – this must be BIG.

"You didn't ask, so I'm not going to tell." Wilson placed his head back in his hands.

"It's that big, huh?" House raised an eyebrow.

"Yup." Wilson sighed.

*(Washington)*

Back in Washington, it was now almost nine – almost three hours after she had gotten off the phone after figuring out some important news – and Ms. Alyssa Benson was sitting at her kitchen table waiting for her son Freddy to return home from across the hall where he went almost every day visiting his friends Carly and Sam.

I wish he would get some friends that are boys. That doesn't matter at the moment – I need to tell him the truth – the big secret.

"Hey Mom." Freddy walked into his and his mom's apartment, throwing his backpack on the couch.

"Freddy, I have to tell you something." Alyssa looked at her son with wide eyes.

"What is it, Mom?" Freddy wanted to know.

"There is something important I need to tell you."

"What is it, Mom?" Freddy repeated with a more frustrated tone. Why can't she just tell me?

*(New Jersey)*

"What's up with Wilson?" House was talking to his boss and colleague Lisa Cuddy on the phone.

"House, it's eleven thirty." Cuddy sounded as if she had just woken up. "We can talk to Wilson in the morning."

"There's something he's not telling me. Do you know anything?" House really needed to know what was up.

"Know what about what?" Cuddy had no clue what he was talking about.

"I walked into his office before we left, and his head was in his hands and he was all upset," he told her.

"Do you know who he called?" She was now sitting up in her bed.

"Nope. And he didn't tell me what happened."

"Are you worried about your friend?" She sounded serious, but he could tell she was being sarcastic.

"Ha ha ha."

"Then why do you want to know?"

House was silent.

"House? Are you still there?"

"So you know what's wrong with him?"

"Go to bed House." Cuddy hung up her phone and went back to bed.

*(Washington)*

Alyssa was lying in her bed, staring at the ceiling. Why can't I tell my son the truth? He needs to know. She sat up and reached for her phone. While she dialed the number, she hoped James would answer.

"Wilson." Wilson didn't open his eyes.

"It's Alyssa," she told him.

"Alyssa?" he repeated, opening his eyes and sitting up with surprise. "It's late. What's wrong?"

"I can't tell him." She sounded as if she was on the verge of crying.

"It's okay Ally. Do you want me to tell him?" He was hoping she would say no.

"I'm not sure what I want." She started crying.

"Maybe you two should come up here and we could tell him together."