Author's Note: If you are to read this story, you need to read my story,Watching Over Me, first to understand any of it.

Cuddy sat on the sofa late one night eating bon-bons watching T.V. She couldn't stop crying. stuffing one after one of the delicious chocolates in her mouth. She missed House. She missed Wilson. Both were gone now. Since House had left, she and Wilson had gotten very close. They had even got out together a few times. Now she had no one in her life. No more snarky remarks about Clinic duty. No more cocktails after work. No more anything!

She let the T.V. flip over to HSN, thinking maybe a little home shopping would cheer her up. The last time she had been shopping was with Wilson. Cuddy wiped her eyes, and turned up the T.V., hoping whatever was to be shown next would be good.

On each side of her were House and Wilson, their wings over the back of the sofa. House had eaten most of his share of bon-bons, while Wilson was nibbling his.

"I can't believe she's watching this!" House said to Wilson.

"If it calms her, what do we care. I've only been watching her for a month, and she's been watching the dullest shows on T.V. to calm down since."

"Not to mention getting fatter."

"She's not fatter!"

House looked over at Wilson. "You like her, don't you?" he said with a mouth full of bon-bon.

"Maybe, " said Wilson, who was blushing. "But why do you care?"

"I like her as friend, but you've been watching her extra close, especially when she bathes."

"She could drown!"

"Not likely with that bath pillow and the Twins to keep her afloat."

Wilson sighed. "Why are you here again? Shouldn't you be watching Emily?"

"She's asleep right now." House said as if it was the most obvious thing.

"You want my share?"

"Yeah, I'll take them to torture Emily." House stood. "I'll see you tomorrow at Emily's check-up."

"Bye!"

House stretched out his wings and flew through the ceiling.

Wilson sighed again. Here he was, sitting with his friend who couldn't see him and was crying over him. He put an arm around her shoulders and caressed her check.

"If only you could see me."

Cuddy looked into Wilson's eyes and screamed. She pointed and finally managed to say, "What are you doing here?"

Wilson was just as surprised as Cuddy. How had he done it? Maybe it was just him wishing. Or maybe he willed it. He grabbed her hands and held them in his own. "Cuddy calm down. I'm your guardian angel. Please don't be scared." He smiled "Please."

She nodded, taking slow breathes. How could this be? How was he here? Now? He said he was her guardian angel, so that meant he was there with her all the time. But why was he watching her? Didn't she already have one before him?

Wilson laughed at her thoughts. "Do you want me to start at the beginning?"

"Yes."

Wilson told her all about how House had appeared to him one day and how they could converse to each other just by thinking to him. He explained the rules of the angels and even told how House was pissed because he couldn't masturbate. He told her how he died and how House was there with him. She was quiet the whole time.

"So, what do you think?" He asked.

"I think...I think I'm hallucinating." She waved her hand in front of her face and waved it out at Wilson, hitting his chest. "You're solid."

"Yeah."

"That means you're...real. But how are you an angel?"

"I wanted to watch you, because umm..." He couldn't tell her now. "Because you're my friend. So, I became one!"

She reached out and petted his wings. "They're so light. Can you move them?" He fluttered a bit making her smile.

"They're very beautiful, like- like..." 'You' was what she wanted to say, but instead she said, "They're very unique."

"Thank-you."

"I have a question," she said. "How am I to walk around with an angel talking and following me?"

"Think to me. It's very simple. Just think like you're having a conversation with me. Let's practice."

They practiced for a while, and soon began a conversation of the afterlife and so on. Wilson told Cuddy that House visited and would probably be seeing him soon, if he allowed it.

She turned off the T.V. And thought, "Well, I should be going to bed. Good-night." She walked into her bedroom and took off her sweats and pulled on her nightie. She turned to turn of the light when she saw Wilson in the doorway.

"Wilson! Did you watch me undress?" She asked with a pissed look.

"I have to watch you at all times. I'm sorry, Cuddy, but it's true."

"Oh. Even when I bathe."

"Yes, but I turn around so I don't see you."

She let out a sigh of relief. "Thank God for that!"

"Yeah."

Cuddy climbed into bed and patted the space next to her. "Come, sit with me." Wilson got into bed with her. They both laid there in silence for the longest when Cuddy said, "I've dreamed of this moment. Of having a man trust in my bed with me. It's a very calming feeling. It's something I haven't felt since childhood when I would sleep in my parents' bed."

"I'm glad I make you feel like this," Wilson said. "I haven't been so glad to make someone happy in a long while. It's now sort of my job besides guarding. Happiness, health, and protection."

"It's a good job."

"It is."

Cuddy drifted off to sleep. Wilson kissed her forehead, for a late 'good-night' good-bye. He snuggled into her side, trying not to go to sleep on job, something he swore never to do. Soon, he batted his eyes trying to stay awake, and finally he just let them win.