A/N I know this is a bit out of character, but it won't be for long. And this is going off of that Wilson has been gone for about seven years. House has changed a little, but other than that no really big character personality changes.

And finally i do not own House.

I knew things would change eventually. I knew that one day House would stop showing up at my door step, still begging for my help on cases he was perfectly capable of handling. I knew that not long after that House would stop calling me, to ask me what ever ridiculous question he had in mind. And I knew that when I did move away, across the country, House would have moved on, so he wouldn't see me off.

Still when the day came, and my things were all packed up in boxes, being hauled into a truck for their cross-country trip and everyone but House showed up…I was crushed.

Now ten years later I sit in my huge office, blinds drawn, door locked, and only twelve words reverberating in my head "House we're not friends anymore, I'm not sure we ever really were." It was exactly this day ten years ago that I left and it has been exactly ten years since I had seen or heard from Gregory House.

Cuddy called frequently after I left, we would talk small talk; how my new hospital was, if I had made any new friends. But then one day something changed. I got a phone call from Cuddy and as soon as I answered and heard her voice I knew something was different, something was wrong.

"James…I don't know how to say this."

"Say what?"

"House is…he's sick."

It was the last time I ever talked to her, she blamed me…I knew it. If I hadn't left, House would still be well. I never knew what happened to him…I was always tempted to look it up, but I always stopped myself, never willing to revisit my past.

There was a resonating knock on my office door and I moaned silently to myself.

"What?" I barked.

"The conference is starting…I was told to let you know." A small and timid voice came from the other side.

"I'll be there in a minute." I almost yelled.

I heard hurried footsteps walk away from my door and I got up from my chair.

On my way out I grabbed my white lab coat and walked out of my office. The halls were mostly deserted. Only nurses still flitted in and out of patients rooms…making sure no one died while all the doctors were at this conference.

One nurse caught my eye as I walked down the hall; she smiled at me and nodded her head in a silent greeting. I attempted to smile back, but whether it came out as a smile or a grimace I will never know.

I finally arrived at the conference center and could hear the low hum of hundreds of voices talking. I paused before I walked into the crowed room, taking a moment to compose myself.

Once I felt ready enough to walk in and socialize with a bunch of overpaid asses who thought they were God himself, I opened the door and made my entrance.

I took in my general surroundings quickly. The sight was nothing new, men and women dressed nicely, wearing white lab coats, embroidered over the left breast pocket was their name and the name of the hospital they worked at.

It didn't take long for someone to find me, in fact I was surprised at how quickly someone had been able to spot me and then make their way over to me.

I quickly had my hand being shock by a woman I soon later found out was name Dr. Elle Jackson. She basically forcefully sat me down in a chair and began to chat my ear off, apparently determined to talk to me until I had gone deaf.

I smiled and nodded when I was supposed to and listened more intently when there was a question asked. But otherwise I tuned the woman out, not interested in what she or any of the other people there had to say, because what they had to say and what they had to ask were pretty much all the same thing with little variation.

Another doctor, a man came up to me about fifteen minutes after the mind numbing conversation with the woman doctor had started. I knew the man vaguely; we had met before at other conventions and had talked briefly at those conventions.

Then man, Dr. Jacob Hansin, was a man I could tolerate. He shared many of the same opinions and views as I did, and he didn't ask me stupid questions just so he could talk to me.

"Excuse me miss, I would like to talk to Dr. Wilson if you don't mind." Jacob cut in rather loudly.

The woman stopped mid-sentence and blushed, looking a little put off. "No of course not." She said getting up from her seat. "Thank you for talking with me Dr. Wilson." I nodded at her before she walked off somewhere.

Jacob took the recently vacated seat next to me and smiled tightly at me.

"Thanks." I said dully.

"No problem, I know how adoring fans can get." Jacob cracked a joke.

I laughed wryly and said "Yeah…so how have you been?"

"Good, the wife is good, we just sent my daughter off to med-school…I'm proud about that. And you?"

"Fine." I answered shortly.

"Always the same James." Jacob shook his head slightly.

"Yeah well what can you do?" I asked without emotion.

"Treat you like the son of a bitch that you are?" Jacob smiled again.

This time I offered up a real smile and said "There you go."

We were interrupted in our almost ritualistic convention banter by a nervous, sweaty intern speaking loudly into the podium microphone. "Will you please all take your seats, the conference will be starting now."

"Well, I do believe that's our cue. Until next time." Jacob stood up.

I followed and said "Until next time."

I shook Jacob's hand and then we parted ways, each of us heading to our respective seats.

I sat down next to my chief of medicine who grunted and said "You showed up."

"It was required wasn't it?"

He nodded and then turned away from me, and to the doctor who sat never to him.

I looked around at all the people from different hospitals, not really taking in their faces until…

I did a double take over the faces of the people who sat two rows over and a few seats up. Suddenly my mind reeled, my heart dropped, and I could feel my blood run cold.

They couldn't be here…they were never here. It couldn't be them!

But sure enough, plain and true as day, there sat none other than Lisa Cuddy, with even more shockingly Cameron, Chase and Foreman. I whipped my eyes. I couldn't believe it. But the hits just kept on coming. Next to Cuddy, on her left sat House. He was staring at the ceiling, popping a handful of white pills in his mouth when Cuddy leaned over the empty seat next to her and told him something.

He laughed lightly as leaned over to the person, a man I had never met before, but who wore the hospital lab coat and assumedly repeated what had just been told to him. The man chuckled loudly and said something back to House who in return nodded.

Just when I thought the surprises would stop, a woman, a young woman sat next to House, also wearing the hospital lab coat. She smiled at House and patted his good knee and whispered something to him that made House smile ever so lightly.

I turned away unable to watch anymore, for I was afraid the shock would stop my heart.

"Are you alright Wilson?" My chief asked, not really concernedly.

"Just peachy sir." I answered tightly.

"Alright everyone, we're ready to begin…" A very important man stood at the podium.

I stopped listening after the first few words, my mind in only one place, but a milling different places at the same time.

I dared a glace back at my old team, mostly back at House who was looking at the man at the podium. My heart raced and dropped at the same time, I looked away again, thinking my heart would surely stop.

"Oh God." I thought "This has to be a bad alcohol induced dream." But when I slammed my eyes shut and pinched myself and then opened my eyes to find all of them still there I could think only one thing and that was…"Damn it! I'm so screwed."

2nd A/N I hope you guys liked it. And for any of you who are reading my other story, i have not abandoned it, i promise!