Wuddy in 'Wilson's Heart'

*THIS CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR SEASON 5*

I have always loved the interactions between House's other halves, or Wilson and Cuddy. It has always fascinated me to see how the people who House has let into his life deal with that very heavy burden and the resulting impact on their lives. I started this article based around the idea of what the OT3 (House, Cuddy and Wilson) do for each other and found myself writing a Wuddy article much easier than an OT3 article. It is a relationship that is under-rated and is often overlooked since it is only a foundation relationship for the show. But never-the-less...

Author's Note: This chapter 'fic occurs just after the episode 'The Itch'. It will only be 5 chapters long. Feedback is ALWAYS welcome and I especially appreciate constructive criticism. Hope you enjoy reading as much as I have enjoyed writing!!
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Maybe if he had just told her he what he said was true. Maybe if he had held his ground his world wouldn't have crumbled beneath him. He couldn't manage to say the words he meant, the only sound that passed his lips were the words, "Yes....

I hate feeling like this, I so tired of trying to fight this...I'm asleep and all I dream of is waking up to you...Please tell me that you will listen, because your touch is what I'm missing...And the more I hide, the more I realize...All I want is you...

"So, Lisa, what do you do for a living?" The man sitting opposite Lisa Cuddy was 40-something, intelligent, cute a lover a ballroom dance and stable. Everything she should have wanted, but for some reason, she didn't.
"Well, I'm Dean of Medicine at Princeton Plainsbrough Teaching Hospital." She took another sip of her mineral water. She knew...

And I'd give up forever to touch you, cause I know that you feel me somehow...You're the closest thing to heaven that I'll ever be...And I don't want to go home right now

James Wilson sat at his office, fiddling with a pen. It was late and he could hear the footsteps of the lone night nurse pacing up and down the hallway. He cradled his head in his hands, deep in thought. He thought about all the times she had been there for him and when he had been there for her...

He thought about their first date, how awkward he had felt in her presence, but also how hopeful he had been. Hopeful that she would...