THIS IS THE SEQUEL TO TWILIGHT IN PRINCETON (TIP), and you MUST read it before you continue with this story!!

Here is the time reference in TIP: Edward and Bella check out Princeton Uni in June. A few days later, when all is said and done, House's life changes a few days after his birthday on the 11th. A year later in June, Wilson 'finds out the truth.'

Now we start off Full Moon in Princeton six months later, just before Christmas.

CHAPTER ONE

"You got a minute?" Dr. James Wilson asked as he stuck his head in her office door.

Dr. Lisa Cuddy looked up at him from her pile of patient's files on her desk and sighed heavily. "Yeah, sure," she said, put her pencil down and pushed back in her chair.

Wilson approached her desk and looked over her face very carefully. "I just wanted to know how you were doing. You haven't looked well the past few weeks."

"I'm not sleeping because Rachel keeps getting out of her crib in the middle of the night, waking me up. I need a nap by noon because I can't keep my eyes open. I've had three patients die this week that shouldn't have. I'm going to have to fire Dr. Lansing because his patient's records files are worse than. . ."

Cuddy ran her fingers through her hair exasperated and she visibly deflated. When she removed her hand, she looked terrified at the strands of hair that remained in between her fingers.

". . . And I'm losing about twenty hairs a day. How do you think I'm doing?"

"Have you ever talked with Dr. Bennett about House's . . . death?" Wilson asked.

She shook her head.

Wilson went to Cuddy and sat on the desk facing her, putting his hand on her knee. "I'm worried about you, Lisa."

He caught himself calling her Lisa more often, ever since the week Wilson came back from Forks and Cuddy called him at three in the morning. She was in hysterics and kept repeating House's name, so he went to her that night. He held her in his arms, allowing her to cry until she'd fallen asleep.

Wilson and Cuddy rarely talked about Dr. Gregory John House since his death a year and a half earlier. Whenever she mentioned him, Wilson knew she was having a rough time dealing with his absence at the hospital.

And he understood the pain she was in. He was still grieving, in a way. He missed House's childish antics, being his diagnostics counselor, even his food missing from the refrigerator.

He never mentioned his trip to Forks, Washington six months earlier, as he promised House. He wouldn't do that to her. Wilson wouldn't hurt her that way. But seeing her in this much pain hurt him, too.

On the flip side, he hadn't talked to House since he came back home to New Jersey. It took him a few months to even comprehend all that he'd seen in Washington State.

"Wilson," Cuddy spoke, "I keep having dreams of House. Some when we were at college, but most of them—" Tears rolled down her cheeks, but she remained composed. "I'm hugging him and asking why he left me."

"Cuddy, let me take you home," Wilson offered, his own voice breaking.

Again, she shook her head. "I . . . I can't. There's too much to do."

"Cameron can run things for the rest of the day. She has before—"

Looking into Wilson's eyes, she told him, "I. Don't. Want. To. Dream. Anymore."

His heart broke for her when she broke completely down and collapsed into Wilson. Catching her, he held her as he had done before.

But this—this was too much for Wilson.

What would it take for Wilson to tell Cuddy that House was indeed alive?

~~ * ~~

Up in Denali, Alaska, House was exploring the National Forest on a snowmobile just after midnight. He would get his high from swerving around trees just before he would have crashed into them.

The snow was deep and crystal white, sending a fogged screen behind him that frightened any animal that might have been in the vicinity. The moon was set high and shone bright, casting eerie shadows on the path before him.

He had grown accustomed to the adrenaline rush of running a hundred-miles an hour, but soon that simple act wasn't enough. He needed something that took him to the edge, where his heart would race and—well, if his heart was working.

Out of the blue, another snowmobile cut him off as he rounded a wide Sycamore tree. He growled angrily as he gained control of the machine and came to a stop.

"Damn it, Emmett!"

"Come on! They found the perfect Christmas tree!"

"Oh, great," House said sarcastically. "Just what an agnostic needs."

"Shut up, will ya! The gang's gonna be here soon and Alice is gonna want—"

"First one back to the cabin has to—"

Before House could finish talking, Emmett grinned playfully, turned his snowmobile away from House, and raced off in the direction of the log cabin five miles away.

"Jerk," House mumbled then he chased after him.

By the time Emmett and House were within view of the cabin, Emmett was leading by three lengths of the snowmobile.

"You will NOT catch me!" Emmett hollered as he looked back to see House gaining on him.

"Don't bet on it you walking, smelly Grizz—"

House was cut off taunting Emmett as he veered off sharply to avoid hitting a tree, flew off the mobile and smashed into the trunk of the tree. A thunderous roar erupted around him that drowned the tree's death cry as it snapped at the impact and crashed onto the snow-covered ground.

When House sat up and looked at the damage, he grinned wickedly as he looked at Emmett, who was in a spasm of laughter holding his stomach.

"There's your damned Christmas tree!" House said to Emmett.

House got up and the two walked into the cabin.

The Denali's log cabin had 4,500 sq. ft. and four floors, each level its own living quarter, and were each furnished according to each inhabitants liking. The main floor was decorated as any log cabin would be, very rustic with comfortable wicker furniture and natural-oak chairs, and the living area had a vaulted ceiling tall enough to it the twenty-foot Spruce tree.

"Oh, god," House muttered when he saw the tree set in the corner.

Tanya and Irina were excitedly going through all of the ornaments in boxes on the other side of the room while Garrett was having a little trouble with the lights. At first the strings were a twisted mess, and even after he'd untangled them and plugged them in, more than half of the lights weren't even working.

"Uh, Chris Kringle, I think it takes a real man to handle those lights," House egged Garrett on after he hung his winter coat in the closet then sat down.

"Too bad you aren't a man anymore," Emmett snickered as he walked upstairs to meet up with Rosalie.

House belted out a loud, faked laugh. "Ha! You should be a comedian!"

Just then, House's cell phone rang in his jean's pocket. Placing it to his ear, he greeted, "Santa's workshop. We no longer have toys—"

"House, we need your help," said the voice on the other end, their voice trembling with fear.