A/N: Happy New Year from Hughville and myself :) What was going to be just a short Xmas one-shot turned into something much longer. So enjoy!

Chapter One

December, 2018

The snow fell, as it had all morning morning, while House sat at the piano by the bay window. It was his favorite thing to do lately. Christmas was coming and while he normally hated the holiday, the large log chalet they found and purchased in Montreal, Quebec, seemed to take the sting out of it. Of course, in his opinion, anyplace was better than Princeton. He liked being out in the middle of a forest and though he would never it admit it to Wilson, he loved the wood floors, log walls and rustic beauty of the place. He especially loved his bedroom which had access to the large porch that encircled the chalet. Wilson made good use of the sleek galley kitchen and they both used the large pool table in the den. For now, he sat and played whatever came to mind and enjoyed the added warmth from the large stone fireplace at his back.

Settling in Montreal was Wilson's idea. He heard about a special treatment that had success for his kind of cancer and he was willing to give it a try, as it seemed more promising.

As luck would have it, the treatment did work, and Wilson ended up in complete remission. That was six years ago and there had been no signs of the cancer coming back. He then took a position in the Oncology department at the University Medical Centre.

House started an online diagnostic website, much like the one Kutner attempted years ago that turned out to be a financial windfall. It took a few years to get going and even though he had to use an assumed name and credentials, his success rate was still on par.

He did seek treatment for his leg and discovered muscle regeneration combined with medicinal marijuana which lessened his pain considerably, allowing him to get off the Vicodin. He still used his cane, but his limp was much less pronounced than it used to be.

Wilson came into the room and smiled at his friend. "Do you want me to put up the tree that we got last week?"

House continued to play and shrugged. "Whatever you want. It's fine. I told you that the decorations were your thing. You can do it however and whenever you want. I don't know why you wanted a tree anyway. You're a Jew."

Wilson smirked. "It just seems like the right thing to do. We're in Canada, everyone else is decorating…"

House merely shrugged. "Do what you want, I don't care."

"You should care."

"Why?"

"Maybe it'll stop you obsessing over Cameron."

House's head shot up and he narrowed his eyes. "What does she have to do with anything?"

"I know you miss her. You talk about her all the time, even when you're not aware of it. You need to get over it. She believes you're dead and she's most likely gotten over you. I know what you're thinking and it's not a good idea."

"Oh really? You're psychic now? Why don't you enlighten me, O Mighty Wilson?"

"You want to look her up and tell her you're alive and well, and that you still have feelings for her."

"Well, when you say it like that it just sounds corny," House muttered.

Meanwhile, in Chicago, Cameron sat at her desk staring at the computer monitor in a daze. She wasn't sure how she stumbled upon it, but the Greg Lazarus Diagnostic Medicine website filled the screen.

She had been searching for answers about a patient in her ER all day and upon a moment of nostalgia, found herself Googling Greg House. She did that every so often because it was comforting just to see pictures of him online.

As she read the content of the website, the verbiage used was all very familiar. In fact, it was too familiar. It made her heart skip a beat.

She heard through the grapevine that Wilson was alive. Was it too much to hope that House was, too? She wasn't sure what to think. She clicked on a few links on the site but there were no pictures of Greg Lazarus anywhere, but the website looked like it was run out of Montreal, Quebec. She knew McGill University, Wilson's alma mater, was there. Everything clicked into place and she picked up the phone. Finding the number for Wilson, she called, but got his voicemail so she hung up.

With shaking hands, she went to Expedia's website and booked herself on a flight to Montreal.

She had plenty of vacation time and nothing to keep her in Chicago for the holidays. Her ex-husband had custody of their son and they planned to spend the holidays with his family. She was still bitter about it all. Since her former husband opted to stay home to raise their son while she went back to work, the court awarded him full custody and ordered her to pay him alimony and child support. Paying for all her son's expenses didn't bother her but paying alimony to that cheating sack of shit she married galled her to no end. The fact his live-in girlfriend spent more time with Cameron's son made her even angrier but there was nothing she could do about it.

So, some time in Canada hunting for House would be a good distraction. If nothing else, she could see Wilson and spend time with him reminiscing about House.

She decided to call the hospital again and got his message service.

"I'm trying to reach Dr. James Wilson."

"He's out of the office until tomorrow. I can take a message and send it on."

"That would be great. My name is Dr. Allison Cameron and I'm an old friend of Dr. Wilson's. I was hoping to locate him. We used to work together back in Princeton years ago and..."

"Oh, well I'll see to it he gets the message as soon as possible. Do you have a number where he can reach you?"

Cameron gave her cell number, thanked the woman and hung up. Then she went home and started packing.

It was later in the evening when the call came in and Wilson answered it. "You have a message for me?"

"Yes Dr. Wilson, I'm sorry to bother you on your holiday time, but someone named Dr. Allison Cameron called looking for you."

"Did she leave a number?"

After getting the number, Wilson hung up and called Cameron. She picked up on the second ring.

"Wilson?"

"Bonjour," he said in a cheery tone. "Never thought I'd hear from you again."

"I was having a moment of nostalgia," she chuckled. "How are you?"

"I'm good. Is it snowing there?"

"Yep. Snowing as we speak."

"Here too. So what can I do for you?"

"Oh, well I was looking to get away for the holidays and like I said, I had a pang of nostalgia…"

"I thought you were married...with a son…"

"Were is correct," she sighed. "Our son lives with his dad now. They'll be spending Christmas with his family."

"I'm sorry to hear that. Well, you're welcome to come stay here. We have a place outside of town and…"

"We?"

Wilson silently cursed himself.

"Are you there?"

"Yeah. Sorry, I misspoke. Sometimes I have company."

Her heart leapt into her throat but she cleared it and decided not to press the issue. She was more than sure now that we pertained to himself and House.

"Are you sure I won't be in the way? I could easily just get a hotel and…."

"No, no, it's fine. There are a couple of guest rooms and this place is huge." Maybe *I* should get a hotel, he thought to himself. He knew that it would only be a matter of time before she and House would hook up, and he didn't want to catch the live show.

"Well...if you're sure. I don't want to intrude."

"Not at all. It'll be great to see you. We can reminisce."

She laughed. "Oh yeah, I'm sure we will. Well, I need to get going. I managed to get a flight out tomorrow."

"What time? I can meet you at the airport."

"Oh, you don't have to do that…"

"It's no problem. I'm working reduced hours this week for the holidays and the airport isn't too far from the hospital."

"Well, if you're sure."

"Positive."

"Okay then. My flight arrives at three in the afternoon."

"Great. I'll be there. G'night, Cameron." Wilson ended the call and sighed. He wouldn't tell House about it. It would be a surprise. He just hoped it would be well received.

*A/N: If you want to see the cottage we used for this story, google "Dakota Mont Tremblant" and it should be the first choice