This is the last chapter for this story. Once season 7 starts, Nyx may come back, but I will start a new story for the new season. Or maybe I shouldn't call it a new story just part II of this one. Thank you for reading and thanks for the reviews.

Night to day

"You're an idiot!"

Wilson looked around startled. He was in his office but the Dark Lady he found with his eyes was totally unfamiliar to him.

"Who are you?" Wilson asked. "And what is this?"

"I'm Nyx," Nyx responded. "And be not afraid, this is just a dream."

"More like a nightmare," Wilson muttered as he shuddered at her words.

"Relax," Nyx smiled. "As unfortunate pranks go, that was harmless. Anyone who has seen the movie knows that it wasn't you in the 'interesting' parts. Though I have to admit that I have a strange fondness for the image of you in antlers."

"So happy to be able to please you," Wilson muttered – then realising what he had said! "Not that, I mean, I wasn't suggesting. I meant that in a totally non-sexual way."

"Much as I would like to just watch you floundering," Nyx admitted. "I seem to be in a generous mood. I do understand what you meant. Doesn't change the fact, though, that you are an idiot."

"I didn't know what he was going to do with it!" Wilson defended himself.

"I wasn't talking about your film career," Nyx scorned. "Everyone's an idiot when young. I'm talking about you being an idiot even when you are old enough to know better."

"I'm not aware of having done anything particularly idiotic lately," Wilson defended himself. "So you need to explain yourself."

"You don't think moving in with your ex wife after only a few weeks of getting re-acquainted isn't idiotic?" Nyx wondered.

"We've known each other for years," Wilson insisted.

"No," Nyx corrected. "You knew each other years ago, and now you've met again after several marriages and expect to be able to pick up where you most definitely did not leave off. Neither of you have changed enough and neither of you is the same as you were. You are just trying to recapture your youth. And not even the real thing but the idealised version you think you would have had had you known then what you know now."

"That's not it at all!" Wilson insisted. "We are two different people now. We have grown and we want to see where this takes us. It's called seizing the moment!"

"If this is 'carpeing the diem' and not just repeating your old pattern," Nyx's voiced. "Why did everybody know you were going to do it before you had even decided to do it?"

"It may seem like what I always do," Wilson was willing to admit. "But this is different."

"It's always different," Nyx sighed. "Except when it's over and you see that it was just the same old same old. She expects you to make her happy and you try your best – at your own expense. The only time it really WAS different was with Amber, who didn't want you to make her happy. She just wanted you to be happy and to love her."

"Don't bring Amber into this!" Wilson begged.

"This is your dream," Nyx reminded him. "I don't need to bring her into anything. She is always here."

"I'm getting over it," Wilson muttered.

"And so you should," Nyx agreed. "Of course you need to go on with your life. House has been pushing you to do that for months. But that does not mean forgetting her. She is in your past, and so she should be, but she is still a part of you. Of the life you have lived. You know what she would think of Sam."

"Same as House did," Wilson sighed.

"Did?" Nyx questioned.

"They are ok with each other now," Wilson claimed. "Not best friends, of course, but they get along and Sam actually likes House."

"She just says so because she thinks she won," Nyx pointed out. "She is living with you and House isn't. She thinks she can be generous now."

"House isn't exactly causing any trouble either," Wilson maintained.

"Because he knows that all he needs to do is to sit and wait," Nyx shrugged. "You always go back to him when your relationships fail. He has always been there for you. The one constant in your life."

"He is still my best friend," Wilson squirmed a bit. "Even if I'm in a relationship that doesn't need to change. At least, not much."

"And when the relationship is over, you can pick up where you left. Right?" Nyx suggested. "Only, what if House isn't where you left him anymore? What if he has moved on with his life?"

"I don't think he will do that any time soon," Wilson said sadly. "He really loved Cuddy and now that she is marrying Lucas… It will take a long time for him to move on from that."

"Cuddy is marrying Lucas?" Nyx smiled mysteriously.

"I don't know if House knows yet," Wilson stated. "I only found out myself as I was leaving the hospital. I heard couple of the nurses talking about the engagement ring Cuddy was wearing as she came to work that day. She wouldn't have worn it to the accident site, so I don't know if she told House or not, but he did suspect something was up, so if he had time he surely made Cuddy tell him."

"He may have had time for a lot more than you expect," Nyx muttered with a mysterious twinkle in her eye.

"What are you talking about?" Wilson demanded.

"Oh, never mind," Nyx dismissed his demand. "You will find out eventually."

"He didn't do anything drastic!" Wilson worried. "No, I don't know what you're trying to imply but he didn't have time to do anything to Lucas. He had more than his hands full with his patient. And afterwards… I don't think he gave Lucas even a thought. He was too devastated over losing his patient. He hates that."

"Most people seem to think he can just shrug it off," Nyx pointed out. "In fact, half the hospital is still in shock over his reaction."

"Because they are idiots," Wilson huffed. "He hates losing patients to 'fate' or whatever you want to call it. He did everything right and he still lost his patient. He hates that."

"Didn't you use to think that he doesn't care what happens to the patient as long as he's right?" Nyx queried.

"Maybe," Wilson admitted. "But that was a long time ago. I have learned better. So with that on his mind, there is no way he cared about Lucas and Cuddy. That is if he knew about them."

"You know that is not true," Nyx insisted. "Were he to lose Cuddy nothing would obliterate that from his mind even for a short time."

"What do you mean 'were he to lose Cuddy'?" Wilson repeated. "Cuddy is getting married. House has lost her. Maybe she won't be totally out of his life, but he doesn't want to be just friends with her. Nothing will ever be the same again."

"Well you do have that right," Nyx admitted. "Things have changed a lot. Just maybe not quite the way you think."

"Clarify!" Wilson nearly yelled at Nyx. "You are being mysterious for the sake of being mysterious."

"Well, that is part of my nature," Nyx explained. "Also this is your dream so I cannot tell you what you don't know."

"But that does not explain your cryptic remarks," Wilson insisted. "If I don't know something, then how can you hint at it?"

"Because you do see more than you realise," Nyx clarified. "Your subconscious knows or suspects things that you don't consciously understand. Also you do wish that Lucas had dropped off the edge of the world long before he ever set eyes on Cuddy. You do think he is all wrong for her and you do wish House would do something drastic about him."

"Maybe," Wilson accepted. "But since he is Cuddy's choice I hope he will make her happy."

"Oh I think you can trust Cuddy to do her best to find happiness," Nyx smiled.

"There you go with the cryptic remarks again!" Wilson accused. "What is it that I'm supposed to have seen or heard that causes them?"

"Search your subconscious," Nyx suggested and disappeared.

"Pox on my subconscious," Wilson exclaimed as he woke up in his bed and realised it was about time to get up and go to work. "Dammit! What is it that happened between them at the crash site?"