I took a break from "Moving On" and wrote a one shot I think. I am not sure we are Leggere anymore but I am going to post it here anyway.

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This a link to "Iris and Jasper". I listened to it while I wrote. It is a very peaceful selection.
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House’s phone had been ringing all morning continuously as he had gathered with the team poised and ready for the successivo case.

Thirteen answered it and put it on speaker.

“Don’t do that” House replied.

“House I need te to come to my office.”

“Wilson I am in the middle of a case.”

House, “this isn’t a request.” Get in here now!

As he limped through the halls House was fuming inside because of Wilson’s demands. As he arrived at Wilson’s office o better known as the “Dean of Medicine’s” office he stormed in. “You are taking all of my credibility away with the team when te demand and order me around that way.”

“You mean they may get the idea that te have to obey rules and follow orders?” We wouldn’t want them to think that rules and regulations apply to you, “now would we?” The great Dr. House has to obey rules, “what a travesty.”

“I am glad we are beginning to see eye to eye on this.”

House! There is a seminar coming up and I have slated te to speak. te will be giving the speech on “Forming a Diagnostic Team” at the seminar.

“Wilson me giving a speech is a bad idea on so many levels.”

House te are one of the biggest draws to this hospital. The hospital needs the publicity and I need te to give that speech! If te give me any trouble with this I can always call…….

“Oh Wilson you’re going to play that damn probation card again aren’t you?” This situation is familiar. If I don’t do clinic work, I go to jail. If I don’t do drug tests, I go to jail. If I don’t make the speech, I go to jail. Maybe I should just go to jail.

“Maybe te should.”

House blew and rolled his eyes just a bit. Why would te want me to do that speech? I am not the head of the department any longer.

It doesn’t matter who has the title, te will always be the leader of that department. House I made a deal with the parole board, the judge, and your parole officer. te agreed to that deal and now if te suddenly don’t like the terms then….

Ok Wilson! “I’ll give the speech.” Do te think beating me into submission on everything is healthy for our relationship?”

We don’t have a relationship House. I am your boss. That is the nature of our relationship. Here is the times and dates of the seminar. My PA will book your hotel room.

“You’re not coming?”

No. I have too much work here to get done.
Being the dean for the last two years had really taken its toll on Wilson. Between the meetings, the budgets, the doctors, the charity meetings, and supervising House, he was exhausted. He did not have any time for a personal life and he had thought about quitting numerous times. Maybe the biggest reason he didn’t quit was the one walking out of his door now. House was virtually unsupervisable and when Cuddy left it was almost impossible to get House rehired. The conditions, which were numerous, included Wilson taking the job as “Dean of Medicine.”

As House got back to his apartment that night he began trying to put together a speech. Why would Wilson assign House to speak on “Forming a Team?” He was lousy at relationships and anything that had anything to do with them. The only two relationships he had ever had he found a way to destroy them. Something, that although he never talked about, he deeply regretted. He hadn’t seen Cuddy since that giorno in the courtroom. Those grey eyes that use to look at him with such passion now held such a deep resentment for him. When the trial was heard he had completely detoxed from vicodin so there was nothing to numb the anguish that he felt as she looked at him with such malice.
She had been there for 25 years. He wanted to scream out; he wanted to tell her he was sorry, he wanted a secondo chance. That is why he had gone there that giorno but he taken so many vicodin that he really just couldn’t reason things anymore. When he saw her with her hand on someone else the thought of her being with someone else was più than he could piece together in his heart. He snapped. The thought of losing her of never holding her again and worse someone else holding her was più than he could fathom.
When they came back with a verdict on all the charges he had acquired 5 years to be suspended to 1 anno in prison and the remainder probation he dropped his head because he couldn’t even look at her. He had been charged with a Class C misdemeanor which would allow him to practice medicine again but nothing would ever take this moment away.

Sitting there and listening to her testimony and the contempt in her voice had hurt più than the beatings he would soon be subject to. There was only one moment during the trial that he lifted his head. Cuddy spoke of Rachel and that her daughter could have been in that house. He looked at her as water filled his eyes but he never shed a tear and he never spoke a word.

The months that followed in prison were hard and the fact that he felt like he deserved every secondo of it, every beating, every menial task he was dato didn’t go unnoticed da anyone there. He didn’t care anymore about anything. He had Lost all of her this time. There was no part of her cuore left for him to live in. She surely had evicted every memory she had ever had of him.

Had it not been for a prison doctor noticing the intelligence and the gift that was within House he may not have come out of there. Dr. Adams had made the warden aware of the medical mind that House actually possessed.

She began reaching out to Wilson to let him know that House had had a rough time of it and that he was pushing the wrong buttons of the wrong people in the prison. Her conversation with Wilson had took the tone of House being on the verge of losing his life. He was stuck and he didn't really seem to care.

That had been a constant pattern for House and Wilson didn't know if he wanted back in to being the one to protect House from himself.

As he sat at his scrivania, reception the words began to come to him and he penned them as fast as they came to his mind. He was beginning to realize how his life had always been a black hole for his friends. ciao had saved him so many times. Is that the legacy he was going to leave?

The successivo week went da rather quickly and Wilson was in his office trying to get some last minuto things resolved. He had decided to put Foreman in charge and go with House to the seminar.
Whether it was to keep an eye on him o just to get a break from the hospital House didn’t really care he was glad his friend was going. Wilson had tried to get House to read him his speech but

House had refused to accommodate him.
The car ride was quiet between the two men and neither really as trying to bridge the silence with anything più than breathing. As they reached their destination, Wilson had booked a two bedroom suite for him and House.

House got up and went out on the balcony the morning before his speech. He flashed back to the last time he was here. He had been here a few years prior. He had planned to declare his Amore for Cuddy the last time he was here but things went awry. He remembered their dance and how good she felt as she buried herself inside his shoulder. They spoke of a più innocent time and how she had caught his eye from the first time he saw her. She was beautiful that night as she was every night.

House, "he turned as Wilson's voice brought him out of the daydream he was having." “It’s almost time for us to head down.”

House gathered his thoughts and the lone tear that had escaped his eye he wiped away as he turned to go inside and prepare.

"Ok Wilson."

As the room began to fill up House walked into the room and close to the podium. His last speech had been on euthanasia.
The host made a few announcements and then he introduced House.

As House glanced throughout the crowd he cleared his throat and took his speech from his pocket.
They have slated me to speak to te on “Forming a Diagnostic Team” which is ironic to me since I suck at anything that has to do with a team but I challenge te to think of one act of genuine significance in the history of humankind that was performed da a lone human being. No matter what te name, te will find that a team of people was involved.
The leader of the team should possess skills to create and maintain a positive working environment and motivate and inspire the team members to take a positive approach to work and be highly committed. An effective team leader will promote a high level of morale and make them feel supported. The team leader should possess the ability for conflict resolution and at all teams be an example of what epitomizes a team.

I was forced to write this speech and I was forced to stand here today and deliver it to you. For that reason I am a lousy example of leadership.

“As he spoke those words Wilson’s head dropped down and he wondered now how much damage would be delivered.” But he lifted his head as he listened to House continue.

While I am not a leader o even the man who required me to write this speech defines what a team leader is. The man I am speaking of arranged my parole because in his opinion I am a “good” doctor and an asset to the hospital. I am here and not in prison o on the strada, via because Dr. Wilson put his pride aside for the greater good of his patients and his hospital.
“James Wilson”, doesn’t need great fanfare o a pat on the back. He does what he does because he cares and because he truly wants to make a difference. He epitomizes the standards of a great leader. “He is our team leader at PPTH.”

I have had the great fortune in my life to know two really great people who both believed in me. I let them both down and disappointed them numerous times. Those two people are Dr. James Wilson and Dr. Lisa Cuddy.

He dropped his head and took a deep breath as he detto the successivo part through a voice that was now cracking. I have hurt them both and have been unworthy of the confidence that they had put in me. They on the other hand possess the kind of leadership that forms a good team. They constantly put this hospital and the needs of patients before anything else.

House finished his speech without fail and began taking questions. He tried answering them but kept waiting on the sea of people to separate so he could find the least intrusive path out of there. He finally made it back to the room.

Wilson came out to the balcony where House was with a drink. Are te ok?

He just nodded his head.

I am going to pack and go home Wilson. I just want to get out of here.

“House I pushed te the last time in a similar situation, to deal with your feelings and it turned out just horrible. te know your cuore and what te need to do. If te want to go home I am not going to try and make te stay. They are having a Masquerade ball tonight and it might be fun. I am going maybe te would meet someone o maybe we would just have some fun.

“I don’t want to meet anyone.”

You’re stuck House and it’s been two and half years. It’s time to let go of all the guilt and the pain. Oh and House, “it was a really good speech.”

House’s eyes rolled back in his head a little and sighed deeply as he was tired of hurting and being miserable. Maybe if he just stated to try to feel better. Maybe………..

As he walked into the Masquerade ball all he had on was a mask over his eyes and a suit. He walked in and ordered a drink. The plan for the night was at midnight everybody would unmask and reveal who they were.
A woman approached him to dance as “Iris and Jasper” was playing in the background. His first inclination was to say no but when he turned and heard her voice he detto yes.

She had a “German” accent and she fit into him perfectly. They danced several dances that night. He didn’t know why but it felt good.

“I heard your speech,” she detto to him. te seemed to have so many regrets in your voice. It wasn’t your words it was the tone with which te detto them. Now that I am close to te your eyes look even sadder.

"Getting hurt is not too high on my to-do list."

Without struggles, taking chances, and getting hurt our soul and our cuore are crippled. Whatever te went through maybe your cuore needed that to beat again.

He looked at her through watery eyes and almost like a child who was trapped.
"There was a woman and she decided that I was keeping her at arm's length distance."

"Were you," keeping her at arms length distance?

Yes. I was like a hole that she kept falling into. She finally had enough sense to get out.

"You seem very sadden da this."

I wish she knew that every moment with her was the happiest time of my life and that every moment without her has been the loneliest time in my life. I wish she knew that if I could go back to those moments there would be no sacrifice too great. I would try so much harder to be the man she needed and I wouldn't hold her at arm's length distance. I would hold her so close........

She pulled away from him for a moment and began to remove her mask. As she did he wasn't surprised to see that it was her. He knew her. He knew the feel of every curve. He knew the smell of her hair. He knew her touch and how he felt inside when she was in his arms.

He pulled his mask off as their eyes were locked into each other and although the Musica played they were drawn into a place that only the two of them existed. Water filled their eyes, both trying hard to remember to breathe and so many things written across the lines and the expressions in their eyes but they didn't say a word.

Two and half years had created a void in their hearts that both had tried to fill with other things and other people but never succeeding. Their relationship had been riddled with pain but now, right now in this moment, it was perfect.

He put his hand inoltrare, avanti and she gently placed her hand inside his and they danced the last dance of the night. He pulled her as close to him as he get and she curled into him as close and tight as her body would allow and they held each other in this moment it was just the two of them.