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The trek from the treehouse to the compound wasn't exactly one of House's favorite things to do in the dark, but he made it without incident. He was still a little worried about Jack, to be honest, but physically he was okay, and nanobots or not, the first thing House had thought when he'd seen Jack was, well shit, what does the other guy look like?

So when he'd found out the other guy was Wilson, he'd had to go check on him.

He walked into the clinic and flicked on the light. When he didn't see anyone right away, he walked around to the back room, the one he and Wilson used to share, and gently nudged the door open with his cane.

"James?"

House limped out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist, holding it up with one hand and using the other to brace himself on the wall since he'd stupidly left his cane in his room. By the time he made it back and sank onto the bed, his leg was killing him. It was one of those Bad Days, and he'd already exceeded his self-imposed Vicodin ration for the morning. He really was trying to be good with being conservative... he just kept reminding himself how much the detox was going to suck, and how much he didn't want to completely run out of pills any time soon.

He slid his hands under the towel and rubbed at his thigh, letting his head slump forward and letting all of the air out of his lungs in a half-groan, half-sigh. He was somewhat glad that Wilson hadn't been in here when he'd come in.

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"Don't think I don't know what this is about," House practically snarled. As soon as they were safe in the bedroom, he slammed the door closed and let go of Wilson, pushing him back towards the door. "You want me to hurt you because you think you deserve it."

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As soon as Wilson backed up against the tree, House sank down carefully onto his good knee, keeping the other one upright in a stance that made him look as if he were about to propose. But instead, he started to unfasten Wilson's pants.

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House swallowed hard, then pulled himself together and thought about what would make him really hot right now.

"Maybe if you ask nicely," he said sweetly, and began to unfasten his own pants.

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"Jimmy..." House groaned, "I don't think... can I...?" He wasn't sure what he was asking permission for - to not be gentle, maybe? To get himself off without much concern for James? He just didn't have the capacity for anything else at the moment.

His eyes were glazed over with lust as he started yanking at Wilson's pants.

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House took a long drink out of the flask and made a face. "God, that's foul. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea after all - now you're not going to want to kiss me."

The flask still in one hand, he ran his other up Wilson's leg, pausing at his groin and then sliding underneath his shirt.

Once outside, House carefully closed the door and then leaned on his cane and looked at Wilson, sighing. "I know you want to think this is your fault. And if it's cancer, then that's some sort of mocking fate thing and it's somehow your fault. But it's not."

After House practically stormed out of the rec room following his conversation with Chase, he just really wanted to be alone. He briefly considered going out of the compound and into the woods, but he didn't have a death wish, and talk of dinosaurs chasing people had him a little spooked.

So he wandered down to the basement, where he'd very rarely been, and settled onto one of the beds in the quarters down there that were always empty during the day. He purposely left the light off, and pulled something out of his pocket. Something precious.

His iPod, with at least an hour of battery power left. He'd been hoarding it, for when he thought he really needed it, and now seemed like just the time. So he lay in the dark, a Rufus Wainwright cover of "Across the Universe" filling his world, pushing out everything else.

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House followed Wilson, leaning heavily on his new stick that was apparently supposed to serve as a cane. They finally reached an area behind the caves that seemed somewhat secluded, and he actually felt a wave of... giddiness.

"So what now?" he asked, smirking a little. "You go back to feeling me up like a prom date?"

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