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  Let No Man Put Asunder 
 by Jayne Leitch  

 Rating: G

Spoilers: 'Damned If You Do', 'Fidelity'. The whole Wilson thing. Consider
this not-so-distant futurefic.

Disclaimer: not mine. At all. In more ways than the usual; somebody on
TWoP mentioned this scenario, and I couldn't *not* give it a whirl. I
humbly beg forgiveness of that person, whoever he/she is, and I hope
he/she doesn't mind that I (mis)appropriated their idea.

LET NO MAN PUT ASUNDER by Jayne Leitch

The patient waiting in Exam Three was seated primly on the table, ankles
crossed, fingers of her right hand worrying at the well-manicured nails of
her left. She looked up when House entered, and he could see she had
watery eyes, high colour in her cheeks, and what James had referred to as
"a rabid pitbull of a divorce lawyer".

Suddenly, today's clinic duty was a little more interesting. "Hello,
Julie."

Her hands flattened on her thighs, reflexively smoothing her tailored
skirt. Blinking rapidly--he wondered at her nerves, that she seemed so
close to actual tears--she gave him a self-deprecating half-smile and
said, "Hi, Greg. I'm not really sick; I just needed to talk to you."

"I know." He nodded, and perched himself against the edge of the
countertop, his hands folding together on his cane. When he was settled,
he levelled her with his most stubbornly immovable stare. "I'm not telling
you who she is."

"Who--" Julie blinked again, this time caught off-guard. "Why not?"

"Because your divorce was finalized a week ago, which officially makes her
identity none of your business."

He knew Julie about as well as he'd known any of James' wives or
girlfriends: just enough to know that she hadn't lasted long enough to
have the opportunity to get used to his preferred style of conversation.
She stared at him, knocked off-balance and grasping quite obviously for
equilibrium. "So if I'd come to you at any point before the paperwork went
through--"

"I wouldn't have had such a good excuse for not telling you." He shrugged.
"Probably would've had to fall back on something petty, like personal
hubris or loyalty to James."

Julie stiffened, her back straightening until she looked posed and
uncomfortable. "I don't want to cause any trouble--"

"Are you *kidding* me?" At her sharp look, he continued, "A woman buys a
suit like yours for one reason: she could be a boardroom barracuda or out
for revenge, but either way she wants to intimidate men by turning them
on. As for the shoes and earrings, they're for intimidating the women--or
in your case, *woman*. First, they prove that you're confident enough to
wear three-inch spikes and make them work with that skirt. Second, they
prove that your divorce settlement was big enough that you can afford to
encrust your ears with diamonds; this in turn suggests that you wiped
James out and he has nothing, financially speaking, to offer the brazen
hussy who stole him from you." Ignoring the colour rising in Julie's
cheeks and the way her hands were balled into white-knuckled fists in her
lap, he leaned forward and finished, "It's a very eloquent look you've put
together. Doesn't quite suit you, but speaks *volumes*."

Julie's eyes narrowed, and her mouth pressed into a thin, lipsticked line.
"I just want to know who she is," she said finally, her tone carefully
measured and even. "I need to know, Greg. I need to know why--how he
could--"

"How he could promise to love, honour and cherish you, then turn around
and cheat on you, lie to you, and generally treat you like crap?" House
shook his head. "You want to hurt James because he hurt you. I understand
the impulse, but I'm not going to help you carry it out."

She frowned. "You sound like you don't even like him," she said, a faintly
accusing note in her voice.

"I never sound like I like anybody." House rolled his eyes. When he'd
first walked in, Julie's presence had seemed promising; now, he was
getting impatient. "You know, I watch _Desperate Housewives_," he told
her, "and the concept of 'hell hath no fury' isn't entirely out of my
reach."

"That's not--" Julie looked away and huffed out an irritable breath. Then,
abruptly and decisively, she slid off the table to her feet; her hands
uncurled and began smoothing her jacket and skirt with quick, sharp
strokes. "I can't believe I really thought you might help me. Stupid.
You've been friends with him for years, you were his best man..."

"I was best man when he married Melanie, too, but that doesn't mean I told
her about you." The look this observation merited made him cringe away in
exaggerated fear. "Whoops. I thought that would make you happy."

Julie glared. "I'm sure you've heard this before," she said tightly,
grabbing her purse from the table before taking an angry step towards him,
"but you are a malicious, *miserable* person." She shook her head, her
lips curling in distaste. "I will never understand why James likes you."

House let her brush past him, waited until her hand had closed around the
doorknob before he spoke. "Julie." Turning his head, he saw her stop,
stiffen, and wait. He sighed and sent a wry look to the back of her head.
"That's just who he is. You knew that when you married him."

He thought her shoulders fell a little before she wrenched open the door
and strode away.

"They all do," he said to the empty room.

End.  
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