It had been quick they said. Wilson wanted to believe this, but some part of his said it hadn't been so quick. The wreak had happened two months ago, and Wilson was still grieving very bad. He missed his friend. His partner in crime.

One day he just broke down and cried at his desk. Then he felt tapping on his shoulder. He looked up, but no one else was there. 'Must have been the wind', he thought. He continued crying, and the tapping came again. And again no one was there. Wilson was getting creeped out. It felt like a human hand.

Finally, Wilson just outright bawled. Then a voice said,"Shut up! Stop crying. I've been here for two months and a not a notice of me. Don't your people believe in prayer and angels and all that good shit?"

Wilson looked up to find his friend on his couch eating a red lollipop.

"House!" Wilson jumped up and hugged his friend, no matter how much House tried to get away. "You're here? Are you like a ghost or something?"

"No. Didn't you just hear me? I'm your angel. I still wanted work and this was the only thing available." House got back in his positing of propping his legs on the armrest and said,"I've been poking and prodding you for two whole months, Wilson. Don't you notice things?"

"That was you?"

House rolled his eyes. "Uh, yeah."

"Why are you here? Is there like some message for me?" Wilson asked.

"No. I may be a messenger, but there's nothing in your mail box."

"Oh, then what's your purpose?"

"To watch you all fucking day long," House said. "It's not bad. I get to see you do everything almost."

"Oh, God, House!" Wilson's eyes bulged.

House sat up. "Not everything, Wilson. I don't want you masturbate or use the bathroom. How gross would that be?"

Wilson made a face. "Gross." He straightened up. "So...I thought you were an Atheist."

"I was...But that changes when you die and see the bright light cliché. It's there. And a meadow. And a few hours later, I came down here to watch you cry about me."

"You were there? Then?"

"Yep. I wanted work. No doctors in heaven. Only study and I hate teaching."

"Only study? Why?"

"No one's sick."

"Oh, yeah. Of course! That's great, though. Hey! We should go see Cuddy-"

"No!"

"Why?"

"You're the only one who can see me, and she'll think you're insane."

"Oh. Then what do you want to do?"

House thought for a minute. "Want to go to my place, since you inherited it?"

"Your place?" Wilson asked. "It's my place, but I guess it's yours too still, since you watch me."

House got up. "I'm glad you kept everything."

"I needed everything. I lived in a hotel."

They started out the hallway, when House looked down. "I wish I still had my bike."

"Yeah. Me,too."