A/N: Slight mistake on the last chapter...House's death-date reads "2007"...yeah, well I meant 2006. Sorry about that little error. Anyways, thanks for the reviews! I now present to you...well, the last chapter.

DISCLAIMER: David Shore's

EPILOGUE

"Hello, This is Emily Watts. I'm not in right now, but if you leave your name and number, I'll get back to you as soon as I can. Thanks!"

"Hello, Ms. Watts. This is Dr. James Wilson from Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital. I'm calling to remind you about your appointment tomorrow scheduled for 3:45 in the afternoon. If you need to cancel, I would very much appreciate it if you could give me a call. You have my card. If not, then I'll see you tomorrow. Thank you."

Wilson hung up the phone, sighing. It bothered him that he had to make last-minute calls to his patients because they would never confirm if they are showing up or not. The orange light hitting the glass doors reminded him that it was 7:30 in the evening, and about time to be heading off. He was about to get up from his chair when a familiar face stepped in.

"Hey," said Cuddy, carrying a friendly smile. Wilson returned the smile.

"I was just about to head off," Wilson explained, leaning back on his chair. Cuddy nodded.

"I like what you did to the office," she said, eyeing several movie posters, and medical degrees.

"Little bit of home," he muttered. She stayed silent for a few moments, perhaps choosing her words carefully...at least that's what he though.

"Listen, if you ever want your old office back---"

"--Cuddy," he interrupted her, softly. This time, he took a pause, choosing his words carefully.

"If House were here...I would fight for this office...because this is a very good office."

Another pause. Cuddy waited, wondering if it was alright to laugh at this. When she saw a smile form on Wilson's lips, she chuckled. She put her hands up.

"I was just...just checking on you."

"I know, " he replied. She nodded softly.

"Have a good night Dr. Wilson," she said, turning on her heel.

"Good night," Wilson called after her. She would do that often. For the past year that Wilson has decided to come back to work, she would always "check up" on him, see if he's okay. He would almost find it hilarious that she might've been thinking he could run off any minute. Wilson wasn't going anywhere. He liked working again. An upside, he got House's office. It was much more roomy then his other one. Of course, there were plenty of memories. But there was also room for new ones, too. He gathered up his things, ready to go home.

"How was he today?"

Wilson placed a small kiss on his wife's cheek, who was in the kitchen.

"Well it took me almost an hour to get him in the bath..." Rachel started. Wilson groaned, loosening his tie. He walked out of the kitchen, placing his work-suitcase in a corner.

"Greg!" he called out.

He turned back to his wife, to confirm if Greg was upstairs.

"Greg, get down here!" he called out again, working on the laces of his shoes. He waited for a few minutes when he didn't get an answer, not even a sound.

"Gregory James Wilson, get down here!"

Immediately, he saw a small face appear from the top of the stairs.

"You have to chase me first!" Greg squealed, playfully.

"Don't make me come up there," Wilson said in a warning-tone.

"You can't catch me, daddy!!"

Immediately, the 7 year old boy had Wilson running up the stairs. he ran straight into his room, and onto of his bed. Wilson ran after him, and caught him just before he could run again.

"Ohh, you monster!" Wilson muttered, rubbing their noses together. Greg laughed.

"I missed you, daddy," he said in a small voice.

"Yeah? I missed you too," Wilson said, sitting his son down on his lap... "The Santa Clause" way, as Greg liked to call it.

"You took your bath?"

"Mommy made me," Greg replied.

"Well, Mommy wants you to be clean," he said, surfing through his son's light-brown hair with his hand.

"And now you're going to sleep," he added.

"Nooooo," his son replied, bouncing up and down on his lap.

"Yes, you are. Your gonna do it for Daddy."

"Tell me a story then," Greg replied, ironically giving in to the whole sleeping thing.

"Well, Mommy wants Daddy to be clean too. He's gotta go take a bath."

"Then after!!"

Wilson laughed, taking his son off his lap, and tucking him behind the covers.

"Alright, I'll come after,"

"Promise?"

"Cross my heart."

Greg smiled, and this made Wilson smile.

"You love me?" he asked. Greg quickly nodded. "How much?" he asked. Greg extended his arms out, and Wilson quickly reached out and tickled his underarms. Greg giggled loudly. "Stop, Daddy!!" he squealed. Wilson tousled his hair, then planted a kiss on his forehead. He got off the bed, and began to exit the room.

"You promised to come back for a story!" Greg reminded him.

"I'll come back, I promise!" Wilson called out, leaving a crack of the door open.

Later that night, Wilson came back to his son's bedroom, who was eager to listen to any story. He waited a long time to tell this particular story...

"Once upon a time, there was this mean old guy with a cane..."

A/N: Please review. Thank you so much for ALL the reviews, and I really hope you enjoyed this story as much as I enjoyed writing it!