A/N: Hello every one! A few people have written to me about "What If?", and they have asked me to write a sequel. Thanks to every one who reviewed! I hope that this sequel is at least as good as the first. Please send me a review to let me know how you think I'm doing, and if you would like for me to add any thing to it. I will be happy to see what I can do!

Disclaimer: I don't own House, every one. Bummer, right?

Summary: Sequel to "What If?". If you haven't read it, I'd suggest you read it. After all the times that House had ruined Wilson's relationships, you'd think they could never be best friends. But the one time that House refuses to ruin his relationship, the two begin to drift apart. Plenty of drama.

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Redemption.

For some, it may have been when they saved her life at the cost of their own friendship.

For others, it may have been the look on every one's face after having done so. Realizing how much joy they put back into the lives of the people she loved.

For House, it was just being at Sharries bar, downing what ever the bar tender put in front of him.

In ways, he was hoping to get back on that bus- or at least the one they were using to replace it. Hoping to get back on it, sit in the back and watch as the bus driver begin to experience "symptoms". Hoping to get into another bus accident, accept this time, he wanted it to kill him.

Not the happy-go-lucky thoughts you'd expect from a doctor who, eight months ago, saved his best friend's girl friend. He shouldn't have survived the crash. Amber should've escaped with out a scratch.

Maybe that was why he could tolerate it that he'd lost his best friend to her. A hatred for losing was some thing he and Amber had in common. He took a moment to ponder what she did to cope when she lost. However, his thoughts were lost as the alcohol slid into his mouth and down his throat. House had completely forgotten what he was drinking, and at the moment, it didn't matter. He was too drunk to notice the difference.

"We're closed on Christmas." he over-heard the bartender say to a customer. How far away was Christmas now? Six days? Some thing like that.

House assumed it would be this time of the year that not having a best friend and detesting to be around his family would hurt the most. Normally on Christmas, Wilson would come over with a full bottle of Bourbon and the two would eat Chinese food or what ever Wilson had cooked or delivered to him for the day. He got a lot of Christmas gifts in his profession, including edible ones on Christmas. But he had a feeling he'd be spending it alone at home this year, sipping a certain amber-colored beverage out of a glass cup while watching the Christmas parade on TV. He would also have to find a new word to describe the color of his favorite alcohol. And he'd probably have some sort of burger for dinner. Maybe invite a hooker over. But he had a feeling that it would still be lonely as hell.

It was always fresh in his mind that he could go to that stupid employee Christmas banquet they had at work. But the thing was just that; stupid. He'd only gone there that one time for free food, and because Wilson had insisted on him going. Since his friend had brought no food, he had no choice but to go or cook the food himself. And House had a tendency to burn things. But any ways, he wouldn't be going unless it were mandatory.

After downing his last crystal glass, House stood- slightly wobbly- and walked towards the bathroom. Conveniently, the bathroom was located right next to the exit. As he approached it, the bartender turned away and he bolted out the exit door, heading straight to his car.

Dr. Greggory House never paid.

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Amber and James had been watching her favorite television show for a half an hour. He didn't mind E.R, though; it was better than all those soaps House watched. In a normal setting, the girlfriend would have her head up against his chest, her body relaxed while he stroked her hair and they watched their TV show. But their relationship was any thing but normal. Instead, they sat in their chairs, holding hands at odd intervals, taking guesses at what was going to happen next.

"That's not fair." stated Wilson, as he realized she'd guessed right. "You've seen all these episodes before."

She flashed him a smile, and threw him off-guard with his next statement. "What do you want to do for Christmas?"

"What?" he replied, thrown off and quite a bit confused.

"I mean...whose house should we go to?" she added, trying to make herself more clear.

She was talking about parents; he should've known."Hm. Why don't we invite both our parents' here?"

Amber sat back in the chair and sighed.

"What?"

"Nothing." she replied, closing her eyes. "That would be fine. My sister will probably come, too. "

"That's fine." he shrugged. Then, realizing that he and Hous would normally have plans, he said; "Can I invite House?"

And he should've known better. Once it was out, he realized, he should have known better than to ask her that. She hated his guts, he fired her, and on top of that he got her into a bus accident. She should hate him. The fact was, so should he- but he didn't. And, for a second, it didn't look like she did, either.

"Shouldn't have asked." he said apologetically, sitting back. "Sorry."

"No." she thrummed, sucking in her lower lip. "He can come. "

Wilson reached out and clutched her hand gently. "Thank you." he whispered some what gruffly. "It means a lot."

She nodded and clutched his hand. "I love you."

"I love you, too." he said, turning back to see comercials. Amber eyed him devilishly and used the remote to turn off the television.

Oh, boy.

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A/N: Yes, yes, I know- another some what short prologue. Forgive me! No, there was no patient in this one but there will probably be some down the line. We'll see what happens, this story may be a bit more "flighty" than the last.