Saved by the phone…it might just have been the only time I was ever grateful to have a boss who was always on top of my ass.

Cameron seemed angry as I knew she would when I told her my boss needed my back at the conference now.

She smirked, maybe a little bitter about the fact that she didn't get to chew me out and said "Still an ass kisser."

I took my leave quickly, never so grateful to be told to leave me office, my sanctuary.

When I arrived, my boss sat sitting in the same chair I had left him…looking as if he had never gotten up.

"James," He said almost in a surprised tone "That was fast."

"You called me sir?" I asked choosing to ignore the previous comment.

"Ahh, yes…yes I did." He paused briefly and looked around him, as if looking for someone to come and bombarded him with unpleasant things.

"Sir is there something wrong?" I asked getting impatient; the feeling of gratitude short lived.

"No James," he said back to his old self. "There's a doctor I would like you to talk to you."

He motioned behind me and I turned to see the male doctor from Princeton that I had never met before standing in front of me.

"Dr. Wilson…I've been waiting to meet you." The man said as he stuck out his hand.

I shook it with curiosity, why did this man want to meet me? I didn't even know who he was.

"Who are you?" I asked my voice bordering rude.

"Oh, yes…forgive me. I'm Dr. Johnson…Mike Johnson. I'm head of the oncology department at Princeton Plainsboro…I've heard a lot about you." He said smiling at me.

I hadn't even known the guy for more than three minutes, and already I didn't like him.

"Oh…you have?" I asked suddenly intrigued with what the man had to say.

"Yes…only good things…don't worry." The man said in a joking laugh.

I plastered my fake smile on my face and let out a fake chuckle.

"So how do you like it there?" I asked, I could feel the chief's eyes on me.

"I love it there. Great team of doctors…great friends." He said nodding.

Suddenly there was jealousy in the pit of my stomach, jealousy I couldn't control.

"So you know House?" I asked not able to help myself.

"Of course." The man said with a genuine smile.

"And how is he?" I asked my curiosity getting the better of me.

Dr. Johnson's smile faltered slightly, enough for me to catch it and see it clear as day. "He's fine." His answer was short, surface deep.

I nodded my head when there was a loud voice.

"If you will all take your seats please, the seminar is ready to start again."

I looked up to see the scared intern again.

"Well that's my queue to leave; it was nice meeting you Dr. Wilson." Dr. Johnson once again had his hand out in front of me.

I shook it once again and said "Like wise."

The man walked away and I took my seat next to the chief.

"Now see Wilson…it's not so hard to be nice to strangers."

I grunted in response and shifted in my seat.

I looked to where my old team sat, unable to not keep my eyes away.

Cameron was back, she was sitting next to Cuddy, mouth moving quickly as Cuddy listened intently. Chase and Forman talked quietly to each other on the other side of Cameron. And House, he was talking to the woman doctor I had never met, when Dr. Johnson took his seat next to the woman.

He said something excitedly to House and the woman. He talked animatedly with his hands, smiling widely.

House said something and the smile on Dr. Johnson's face wavered a little. A look of puzzlement overcame him and he turned to scan the conference room. His eyes landed on me, and soon his finger was following his eyes.

House's head turned slowly in my direction until his bright blue eyes came to rest on me. He didn't blink, he just stared. He didn't look shocked nor did he look ecstatic. His face was emotionless. He finally took his gaze off of me and turned it back to Dr. Johnson.

He said something seriously and Dr. Johnson nodded, sobered now.

House turned away from him and to Cuddy who was still listening to Cameron. He said something to her, with the look of having something that tasted bad in his mouth on his face.

Cuddy turned to House and nodded, saying something to him in return. House than leaned forward to look at Cameron intently, maybe a bit harshly.

I turned away from the scene, a feeling of dread settling suddenly into the pit of my stomach.

"Are you feeling alright today Wilson?" I heard the chief's voice next to me.

I nodded slowly and said "Yeah…I think."

"You think or you know?" Came the chief's stern voice.

"I'm alright sir…I feel fine. Thanks for asking."

I could see him nod out of my peripheral vision, seemingly satisfied with the answer I provided.

I settled into my seat, a strange feeling of numbness overcoming me. I could feel multiple sets of eyes on me; maybe my going numb was my body's way of defending itself from the cold and hard stares.

The lecturing doctor came to the podium and cleared his throat. The room became silent and focused the doctor on the stage.

I closed my eyes and wished for this life that I knew to go away. I wished that Amber had never died, that I had never left House, and that I had gone back home to see him when I got the news that he was sick. I wished that the eyes on my were not cold but forgiving, and that when they all eventually did approach me, that they would welcome me with open arms, instead of closed hearts and mean words.

I wished for the days when House and I would sit in bars and talk…talk like friends. When Cuddy looked at me with kind eyes and when Cameron, Chase and Foreman would come to me with House problems.

I wished for the past…a past with Cuddy, Foreman, Chase, Cameron…but mostly House…a past I longed for…a past that had escaped me too quickly.

A/N as i write this i have realized that Wilson has some serious House moments. and they will all meet soon, whether its all together or in little groups or what ever, it'll happen. Thaks for the reviews!