A/N: Ok, so that last chapter wasn't the last chapter...I really don't know what I'm doing. But thank you so much for the reviews!! Like always, I hope you enjoy this one!

DISCLAIMER: Not mine

He spots a pretty girl, and unintentionally works his magic. That's how it always was. Barely a year after working in the E-Games store, Wilson swore it was all happening again. This time was different. This was a real human connection--something he thought died a long time ago. Rachel understood him. She laughed with him, cried with him, and even lived with him. He couldn't help but feel happy, and for the first time, a smile wasn't occupied with the guilt of actually feeling good. Future-Mrs. Wilson #4 was the one.

Yes, he was getting married...

--again.

This time, it felt right.

"This is crazy! Why didn't they just hop on the eagles in the first place?"

"Because there wouldn't be a story to tell."

Leaning his head on Rachel's stomach, Wilson explained to her that the "Lord of the Rings" trilogy wouldn't have been the masterpiece that it was had Frodo just hopped onto an eagle and flew to Mt. Doom. Rachel sighed.

"You know, next time, get a comedy," she said, surfing her fingers through his hair.

"Why don't you get it?" he muttered, closing his eyes, listening to her heart-beat.

"Okay then maybe I will," she said, getting up. Wilson groaned as his head plopped onto the couch. She took the DVD, and put it back in its case.

"I didn't mean literally get it now, Rach," he said, making himself comfortable on the couch.

"Where's your Blockbuster card?" she asked, ignoring his comment.

"Wallet," he answered. She walked towards the kitchen counter to retrieve his wallet.

Saturday was always their day off. It was reserved for them. Someday they would sit on the couch and watch movies all day, other days they would go to the movies, nice-weather days were for walks in the park, rainy days meant they would stay in bed all day long.

"What about 'Knocked Up'? We haven't seen that one yet," he suggested, rubbing the back of his neck. When she didn't reply, he turned around. She was still in the kitchen. She had his open wallet in her hands, and was intently staring at something. Wilson's brow creased, wondering what she was looking at. He got himself up from the couch and walk towards her.

"Rach, what is it?" he said. She looked up at him, and stared at him for a few moments, then with slow hands, held up a white ID badge that she had mistakenly found. Wilson didn't need to move any closer...he knew exactly what that badge was.

"James Wilson, M.D. Head of Oncology department...Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital...?" She read off the badge and looked up at him, confused.

"James...what is this?" she slowly said. Wilson had his head down, cursing himself for even keeping that damned badge. Why--why did he keep it!? The picture of him wasn't even nice, either.

"James!" she said, with more force. He lifted his head up, but couldn't bear to see the look on her face. Wilson took a deep breath. She wasn't suppose to know...Its not me, its not who I am anymore. His mind raced, thinking how he would explain it all to her.

"Yes.." he started. "I...I was a doctor."

"So you just---forgot to mention it?" she said, moving closer to him. He didn't like her tone. "Why didn't you ever tell me?" Wilson rubbed his neck again, still looking away from her.

"I just---I..."

Suddenly, he saw a smile form on her lips. He looked up at her, and it wasn't the sweet smile he wanted to see.

"Oh,I get it," she whispered. "You were just...embarrassed, weren't you?"

Wilson still didn't like her tone or her smile. Or the force she used when she slammed his wallet back on the counter, still holding the ID card.

"A doctor with a whole lot of money...marrying a sweet girl who just happens to work at a game shop! The irony! What will they think?!" she was now laughing sarcastically, putting her hands up. Wilson sighed.

"Rachel..."

"Men! They're all the same! You know, you could've had the decency to at least hint to me that---"

"Rachel, please!" he interrupted. "Let me explain."

"Okay," she said rather quickly, putting the ID on the counter. She crossed her arms across her chest. "Explain to me."

Wilson looked up at her for the first time, wishing that she would know just how hard this was for him.

"I...was a doctor for about 10 years. Yes, I made alot of money. Yes, I still have that money...I liked my job, I did. It was...a really great experience. Met alot of great people."

"So why did you quit?" she asked, listening intently.

Wilson never spoke about House to anyone. He mentioned the name to his shrink, but nothing more. It was like a hidden secret. House was a beautiful memory, and he didn't want to share it with anyone. He knew nobody would come close to understanding. He sat himself down on a chair, resting his elbows on his knees. He saw Rachel's features soften a bit, and it calmed him.

"I...had a friend. Well, he was my best friend actually. He was...unique. Very, very different," he chuckled a little, before continuing. "I'm pretty sure I was the only one in the world capable of dealing with him. Anyway...he had alot of problems in his life. He was..crippled. He was a drug addict. It bothered me that he didn't want to take care of himself...then one night he--he overdosed on some pills." His hand was now covering his face, and Rachel was seated next to him.

"I had enough, you know? I was...mad. Angry at him. I didn't want to help him anymore...I couldn't help him. I couldn't---stoop that low. Not anymore...so I left him. Next morning, he was--killed in a car crash. I just felt so guilty, I just----" He couldn't finish it. Wilson covered both hands over his face, and immediately began to cry. The last words were barley even whispered. He never heard himself say it. He never heard himself say killed in a car crash. It was all too much.Rachel had gently placed her arms around him.

"I'm so sorry, James," she whispered in his ear, feeling guilty for forcing him to talk. "I'm so sorry."

Wilson wiped the tears from his face, and held his fiancée. "I couldn't go back to that hospital. I needed to erase it, I had to start over. I'm so sorry for not telling you," he explained, looking in her eyes, wanting her to know he was truly sorry for keeping such a secret.

"No, don't be sorry," Rachel whispered back quickly. "Don't be sorry. You had every right to keep this from me. You had every right." she continued to hold him, stroking his brown hair. They held each other for long minutes, when Wilson finally spoke again.

"I felt so guilty for such a long time," he muttered." I thought...you know, had I been there, had I done something differently..." he spoke carefully, knowing that he was still fragile. Wounds were still pink, memories were still close. But he had to talk. He finally needed someone to know. He wanted her to know just how important Gregory House was. How important he still is. She let him talk. She asked questions. She listened. She cared. He brought out an old box, filled with his degrees, his lab coat, his stethoscope. For the rest of the day, he shared stories. She laughed uncontrollably when he told her about the time he sawed half-way through his cane, or when he tricked him into taking anti-depressants. He went over so many details, so many stories. He'd almost forgotten just how fun it was to talk about him. To open up for the first time. To share something incredibly important.

That night, he sat on the couch, listening to the evening news. Finally---finally he could say that life, indeed, was good. A burden was lifted. Gregory House was still alive in memory, and that made him smile.

Suddenly, he felt something tug at his neck. He reached his hands up to something that felt very much like a stethoscope. Before he could even look up, he felt hot breath in his ear, and a familiar whisper.

"Calling Dr. Wilson for a full body check-up."

The stethoscope was loosened, falling to his lap. He grinned mischievously. He got off the couch, and followed the patient into the exam room...

A/N:Ahh, review please!!