"Oh god, Greg. Look at him. How is he doing?" Stacey whispered as she watched Wilson doze on the daybed in House's living room.

"Better. He's been wasting his time with a shrink. So what do you think? Do we have a case or not?"

"Have a case? Are you kidding me? I could have this women put away for years if James would agree to something outside of civil court. As it is I'll have her paying alimony and James will own anything she has ever touched. How have you been?"

House shifted uncomfortably. "We're here to talk about Wilson."

"Well your place sure looks clean and Wilson is still alive. I see you are actually making an effort here."

"He cares about me." Wilson mumbled in his sleep.

"That's the meds taking. I just shoved everything in the closet and pulled Wilson out from under the bed before you got here."

"Sure you did." Stacey laughed. "I'll see you in court."

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House watched Wilson intently as his friend sat on the witness stand testifying. Tears ran down Wilson's face as he recalled the pain he had suffered at the hands of someone who was supposed to care for him. It's almost over Jimmy House thought to himself. House had already taken the stand and things were winding down. It looked as if though Wilson would be the last person to speak.

"You did good Jimmy." House whispered as he helped Wilson into the wheel chair and pushed him back over to the table they had been seated at. He took a tissue from his pocket and gently wiped Wilson's face then hesitantly put a comforting hand on his friend's shoulder. It was almost over. Stacey looked over and gave the two men a confident smile. Wilson had done well and his ex was going to pay, quite literally, for what she had done.

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House woke up to the sound of Wilson's blow dryer. Ever since the casts had come off he had been woken by that sound every morning. House groaned. His head hurt and his nose felt stuffed up.

Wilson poked his head through the doorway. "Morning House. Time to…hey are you feeling okay?"

"I'm fine." House grumbled. He rolled over to face the wall.

"You're burning up!" Wilson's cool hand felt good on House's forehead. "I'm going to call Cuddy and tell her you won't be coming into day. You should have gone to bed earlier last night. You said you weren't feeling good when you got off work yesterday. You need to take better care of yourself, House."

"I'm…." Too late. House could hear Wilson dialing in the living room.

"Yeah…he's really warm. Are you sure? You're right; he won't do anything but drink and watch TV if I leave him alone. We'll both see you later on in the week. Hopefully by Thursday." House heard Wilson talking into the phone.

House felt like crap. His head hurt and his body was aching. But he smiled. Wilson was back to his old annoying and overly-worried self.

"Hey." Wilson came back into the room. "I'm going to run to the store. Are you going to be alright?"

"Everything is going to be fine." House smiled at Wilson.

Wilson gave House a puzzled look. "Okay. Well I'll be right back. Do you need anything?"

"Nope. I'm good." House mumbled as he drifted back to sleep. Everything was back as it should be. Now he all he had to do was think up a way to dispose of Wilson's hair dryer without Goldilocks suspecting it was him…..

End.