A/N: When I woke up this morning, all I could hear were House and Wilson's voices in my head…. bits and pieces of dialogue that I just had to put down on paper. I guess they weren't ready for me to end this story. So, I decided to continue it until they leave me alone. The fact is, I had a very difficult time writing what I planned to be the last chapter and what I ended up with was not very good. I guess I wasn't ready either. So the story continues.

Not a lot happens in this chapter. Sorry this is so short. Next chapter is longer and has a lot of angst.

To: oncology is good for-da-heart: You obviously missed the part where Cuddy says the car blew up and the driver was burned beyond recognition. Wilson's wallet and everything in it would've burned as well. The only way to identify a totally charred body is through dental records, assuming they can find the teeth, and that takes time. The police would've tried contacting Wilson from his license plate, wouldn't have be able to find him (he was knocked out cold) and the only logical assumption they could make was that he was driving his own car. Does that explain it?

Chapter 12

House sat sprawled on the couch in Wilson's office as he watched the oncologist read a chart at his desk.

"You're not supposed to be working."

"I'm not," Wilson said without looking up.

"You're reading a chart. You're working."

The young doctor sighed loudly. He looked at his friend who was staring at him. "What?"

"I'm bored."

"So… what does that mean?"

"Let's go home and play house."

Wilson closed the file and leaned back in his chair. "What did Cuddy say?"

"You'll be happy to know that you're not to come back to work for a week."

Wilson looked surprised. "She said that?"

House nodded, grinning. "Now we have a whole week to spend on our honeymoon."

"She gave you off too?"

"I'm your doctor…I need to monitor you every minute." The other man rolled his eyes.

House sat up with the assistance of his cane, leaning forward. "Cameron asked me why you're wearing my watch."

Wilson's eyes opened wide. "Wait a minute. Cameron actually asked you why I was wearing your watch."

"Yep."

"I can't believe she would even notice something like that. She must really be into you." He tilted his head. "I thought she was over you."

"Apparently not," House said, gloating. "Good thing she didn't notice that hickey I gave you."

Something on Wilson's desk caught the older doctor's eye. He stood and limped to the desk to pick up the small item and study it. "What's this?" he asked, holding it up for his friend to see.

"You don't recognize it?"

"Am I supposed to?" He held the item up turning it around, squinting to get a better look.

"It's the good luck coin you gave me when I was about to take the ABIM oncology certification exam."

House made a face. "What happened to it?"

"It partially melted. After I left the police station I went to the street where the accident happened. I found it by the curb." He paused. "I also went to the street where I was carjacked." House became angry.

"Why the hell would you do that?'

The young doctor shrugged. "Don't know. I just did."

"What else did you see?"

Wilson stared straight ahead, a vacant look on his face. "I saw my blood on the ground."

House looked at his friend, concern on his face. He put the coin back on the desk. "So you think it worked?"

The oncologist smiled at his colleague. "Well, as good luck charms go, I'd say it did. He could've killed me."

"Then we wouldn't be having this conversation. And I'd be crying my eyes out. Which means my mascara would be running and who would want me then? All of which points to the fact that it must work."

Wilson reached over and picked up the coin, placing it into his pocket. It was just a coin but it meant a lot to him, mainly because it had come from his best friend. The fact that it seemed to be doing its job was an added bonus.

He eyed the other man. "So what do we have planned next?"

House tilted his head towards the door signaling that he wanted to leave.

Wilson stood and headed towards the door. "I need to stop by my place to pick up some things."

"Don't forget the baby powder and massage oil," House said, as he approached the door.

The young doctor smiled as he walked out of his office with his colleague.

tbc