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it was a peaceful day at prinsten plainsboro teaching hospitel. house walked into his office and kissed alison cameron and chase.alison, chase, greg and james wilson had been having an ongoing affair. cuddy sometimes joined in too.

'oh, chase, i love your hair. its like golden sunshine, and alison's eyes are like magnifecent plantium.' house said.

then the door opened. house hoped it would be cuddy appearing for her morning orgy, but it was some forman with blood all over his shirt!

"oh look, it's forman on colored peoples time." house remarked racistly

'greg, i have something improtant to tell you.'

'what, did u find a pot of gold on the street???" greg asked, wittily

"no. house. it's serious."

"was it my daughter???" greg asked, smug and pleased with his tremendous wit!

"house, it's about wilson!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" forman said urgently.

"wilson's daughter????" greg asked. he was on a role and amusing himself with his cleverity. little did he know the horror that awiated him!

"gregory, james was in a car accident! he was shot! hes in a coma and he has an unknown disease!'

greg took a moment to process all of this. james. his james. he was shot. in a coma and car accident. and shot. and sick. and in a coma. and shot. and in a car accident! how could this have happened to his best friend and most ardant lover??? it wasn't fair!

'it's not fair!" house shouted. "ur lying!"

"he was driving to work and someone shot him from another car. we think it's b/c he's jewish and gay"

house should have known that the ever-present Jewish-star-of-David on wilson's car and his ranbow bumper sticker would get him into trouble one day.

"those bastards," house hissed.

"he then ran into a tree and they shot him some more. they got away before the police could catch up"

"where is he' greg whispered. it couldn't be. not his wilson in a coma and a car accidet and shot! didn't the universe know that jimmy shouldn't get hurt? did it know???

"hes in the icu"

house ran as fast as he could to the icu, cursing his leg. james needed him!

finally he opened the door to the icu unit and saw his friend lying their, his dark hair contrasting against the white sheets like a dog turd on fresh winter snow.

'oh, jimmy. ur my soul, my heart, my love beaver. how could this has happened? it's all my fault!!" house cried. 'i shouldnt have talked u out of buying the bullet proof armor! i should have let you take my car! i should have went to that fortune teller and asked her if u were gonna get hurt! its all my fault and now u might die!" house sobbed and cried and wepped and sobbed. he didnt know how long he was their, crying over his best friend and boyfriend. he was unaware of the shots that was going on outside until cuddy burst in.

'house. camerons' been shot'

TBC

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"house, you hav to come quick. cameron was shot and ur the only one who can help her!!" cuddy said. 'i'll stay w/ wilson"

house didn't even take one look at his best friend before runing out of the room as fast as he coud to alison. alison was on the floor and there was blod everywhere.

'what happened' house dmeaneded.

'she was shot,' forman explained

'everything will be ok' house told alison.

they stretchered alison away and put he in a room. greg wanted 2 follow but then cuddy came out and said 'greg, i'm sorry............wilson die.d'

house couldnt believe it! just yesterday wilson was fine and just 10 minuts ago he was in a coma and now he was dead! greg fell to his nees.

'nooo. what am i going to do without him?'

'im sorry' cuddy added.

'we can bring him back to life,' chase said. ' iknow away.'

house stopped crying and looked at chase. 'tell me'

'it could be dangerus,' chase said

' i don't care, tell me!'

'ok' chase said.

house went into cuddy's office. his eyes were red and puffy from crying but he tried to remain strong. he penetrated her sole with his penetrating blue eyes.

'cuddy, i need wilson's body. don't send it to the morg.'

'ok....." cuddy said, knowing better than to ask house what he intended to do. he then met up w/chase.

'cameron is going to be ok,' chase told house.

'good. and so is wilson.' house and chase carried wilson's body 2 an ancient indian burial ground. they needed a monkey's paw, a shovl, some ducktape , and the kumponents of a humen body. chase brought a book of alkamie and chants.

"baruch atah adonai elohanu melach h'olam asher..." chase read, sumoning the sol of saten. "Eleka nahmen nahmen ah tum ah tum eleka nahmen eleka nahmen nahmen ah tum ah tum eleka nahmen"

there was a storm of dust and ligtning and light.

'i'm going to get him back,' house whispered.

'oh no, house i did the wrong chant!" chase cried.

'whaaaaaat?" house asked. oh no! he wouldn't be getting his wilson back!

'house, run away! fast! wilson's going to be...A ZOMBIE."

no! house wouldnt believe it! first wilson was shot then in a coma then died and now he was going to be a zombie? how could he fail wilson so much

'chase, u go, save urself, my love wombat...i'll die with wilson...i can't live without him, n e way. !' house begged.

'its to dangerous! u cant do this." chase told him. 'u have so much to care about! there's me, there's cameron!'

'cameron's got her baggage, to.' house muttered.

the dust cleared. wilson was stil lying in the center of the alkemic circle but his hand twitched, and he was bloody, bony and not hot anymore.

'GO!' house shouted to chase. "if we both die, who will head the diagnotinasingen team at the hospital? who will take care of alli?"

chase sighed and said 'goodbye, gregory, i love you.' and ran off before the zombie that was wilson could go after him.

the zombie stood and slowly approached greg. greg just stood theyre, a wating his fate and his dead lover.

"gaaaaaaaahrhhr' zombie wilson said.

'hey there, black-haired guy. whatcha doing?"

"gaaaaaaaaahrh"

'u want me 2 leave? not gonna happen. ur not the only w/ zombie powers...oh, wate, yes u r. but i dont care. its just where else am i gonna go? uve been my best friend my hole life. my lifes gonna end...where else would i want to b?'

'gaaaaaaaahrhsh' zombie wilson approached his bony arms outstretched.

'the first day at work, u cried b/c u broke the yelow crayen, and u were to afraid 2 tell any1. uve come pretty far. trying to kill evry1, not a terrific notion but yah, i love you. i loved young hot living wilson and i love icky zombie wilson. so if im gonna die, ur gonna hav 2 kill me. i'll still luv u 4eva."

"GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRHGHDHR!" zombie wilson cried, falling to the floor. gregory rushed to his lovers' side.

oh no, what happened to wilson? will he be ok or will zombie wilson eat houses brains out???? find out soon!

authors note: this part is a songfic! it's my imortal by evenescense.

greg sat in the graveyard with wilsons zombie body in front of him crying.

i'm so tired of being here
suppressed by all my childish fears
and if you have to leave
i wish that you would just leave
'cause your presence still lingers here
and it won't leave me alone

he didn't know how he was going to live without his bff! he was going to have to kill himself...he had never even goten to say goodbye to him.

these wounds won't seem to heal
this pain is just too real
there's just too much that time cannot erase

'i'll be in heven w/u soon"

when you cried i'd wipe away all of your tears
when you'd scream i'd fight away all of your fears
i held your hand through all of these years
but you still have
all of me

but all of a suden he saw james move! and he noticed he was no longer dekayen and ugly!

'omg jimmy ur hot again' house x-clamed, ecstatic.

'greg...wut happned'

house was to happy to respond he hugged jimmy

'r u ok' greg retorted

'yeah i think so r u' jimmy ejaculated.

'i thought u were dead' greg akcnolweged. 'and then u were a zombi."

'i remeber that i wanted 2 eat ur branes but then u told me u loved me'

'i wont give u my brains but u can eat some other part of me' house winked.

the dark haired ex-zombie oncolojiss was so happy. the shorter man told the scruffy taller bisexual diangoser docter 'lets go home.'

greg was so happy that james was alive that they had sex rite their in the burial ground.

'i liked that,' wilson quipped.

'so did i,' house demanded

house and wilson walked back to there house and had sex again b4 going to sleep. they lived 2gether and loved each other evry day.

the end but i might rite a secwel. :D