The next morning found Wilson undergoing a repeat of the blood work and scans he had had done before his surgery. Afterwards he spent a seemingly endless afternoon having lunch with House and looking through some of his patient's files. He never imagined he would miss being back in his own office, focusing on his patient's diagnoses rather than his own, as much as he did. He could not help the anxiety, however, building in the back of his mind as he waited for his meeting with Dave Brown.

Finally, as darkness began to fall outside his window, Wilson made his way to Dave Brown's office. Taking a steadying breath, he knocked.

"Come in," came the voice of his colleague through the door.

As Wilson walked into the office he was surprised to find that House was already sitting in one of the seats in front of Brown's desk. He locked eyes with House for a moment, but took his seat beside him silently.

"So, how have you been feeling, James?" Brown asked.

"Much better lately," he said simply, "except for the suspense," he said, smiling weakly.

Dave Brown returned the smile as he flipped open Wilson's chart.

"All right, I get the point," he said, scanning the test results for several moments before looking back at Wilson. Slowly, Brown's smile widened.

"Your blood work is clear, James, and the scans show a complete resection of the tumor."

Wilson leaned forward, the relief sweeping through him making him dizzy for a moment. He felt House's hand on his arm, steadying him. He looked over at House, and the older man was smiling, the blue eyes steady on the brown. Grinning, Wilson turned to look back at Brown.

"Thanks, Dave, for everything."

The older man's eyebrows raised.

"Hey, my job's not done, James, you know that. You and I are going to have to watch this thing for a long time."

"You're right, Dave, this is not going away." Wilson said, nodding. After several long moments Wilson spoke once more.

"Did you say a long time?" Wilson said quietly.

"A very long time if I have anything to say about it," the other man replied, sincerity on every feature of the other's face.

Wilson blew out a huge breath, but smiled once more.

"I hope you don't take this the wrong way, Dave," Wilson said, standing, "but I'm getting the hell out of here."

Brown laughed.

"I'll see you later, James," he said.

Wilson made his way out of the office, House right behind him. The two looked at each other for a long moment. House was still smiling, and put on his best announcer voice.

"Dr. James Wilson, you've just battled cancer and won. What are you gonna do now?"

"I'm getting a drink," Wilson said, grinning once more, " are you coming?"

"I always knew you were the smart one," House said as the two made their way down the hall.

Life after that basically returned to normal for Wilson. He began talking to Amber again and the two were slowly rebuilding their relationship. More importantly, however, he went back to his practice with a new understanding of what his patients were going through. He was determined to use what he had experienced to become a better doctor. As he was sitting in his office one day finishing a chart House walked in.

"Are we having lunch?" Wilson asked.

"Are you paying?" House asked, his eyebrows raised.

Wilson shook his head in amazement, but was smiling nevertheless.

"Amazing…after everything that's happened you still aren't willing to spring for lunch?"

"My friend there are some things in this crazy world of ours," House said sardonically, "that will never change."

A/N: Well, ladies and gentleman, that's all she wrote for this one... :)

I have to say thank you to everyone who has read this and especially to everyone who reviewed...your kind words have meant more to me than I can say...

I've decided to do something I've never done before...I'm going to take this piece and convert it into a screenplay format for the show House... :)

If you guys want me to post it when I'm done, I will...

Catch you all later, guys! :)