A/N: There's some het sex here, but not explicit. I'm pretty sure a T rating is fine.

The sun was up before Wilson finally admitted defeat. He could barely stand up, let alone treat anyone. He went back upstairs for House, who was asleep at his desk.

Wilson put a hand on his shoulder to shake him awake.

"Nnn...what?" House asked, opening his eyes.

"Hey. If you wanted to go to sleep, why didn't you tell me? I would have taken you home."

"You had patients," House shrugged.

"Well, let's go now. I need some sleep, too. How's your leg?"

"The ibuprofen is doing its best." House stood up and walked with Wilson to the elevators, but he was favoring his leg more than usual.

They were quiet until they got to the parking lot and House offered to drive.

"Thanks," Wilson said, gratefully handing over the keys.

"I'm not doing it for you. I just don't want you falling asleep at the wheel and adding another two to the seventeen-million blackout death toll."

"Too soon," Wilson murmured, rubbing his temples as he got in the car. He leaned his head against the cool window and fell asleep immediately.

House glanced at him as he drove. Could it be true, what they were saying? Sure, he'd thought about it occasionally, but never seriously. He saw Wilson's face before him, laughing.

"Say it back." "Come on, you already know-" "-You say it, though. Remember?" "All right, fine. I love you, James Wilson." He smiled in spite of himself and they kissed...

House shook his head. It couldn't actually happen. Besides, Wilson was dating that bitch Sam anyway. Of course, by the time the flash-forward was supposed to have occurred, he'd probably have gone through another six or seven girls, but still...what did any of them know? Just because a bunch of people saw corresponding stories didn't mean any of it would actually happen. Fate wasn't real. The future depended on the choices people made. Wilson would choose not to ever date his best friend. And then it wouldn't be real. Satisfied, House pulled into the parking garage and shook Wilson awake.

"Sam!" Wilson said, rushing up to her and pulling her into a tight embrace. He'd spoken to her several times since the blackout, but it was still a relief to see her safe, to hold her in his arms.

"James, you're all right, thank god."

"You knew I was all right, we talked."

"I know, but I had to see it for myself."

He smiled at her and kissed her briefly. "I can't stay too long, I want to go back to the hospital tonight and help out."

"I know, I can't imagine how awful it must be." She shook her head, leading him to the couch. "They were saying this afternoon that the death toll is up to 18.5 million."

"Thank god you weren't one of them," he murmured, wetly kissing the side of her mouth. She responded, sliding her tongue between his lips and slipping her hands around his waist. He ran his fingers through her curly blonde hair and they started to stand up, lips still together. She helped take off his jacket and, between kisses, he gently pulled her top over her head. The couple made their way to the bedroom, Sam undoing his tie and Wilson unhooking her bra. His shirt was half off and they panted, climbing together onto the bed. She removed his hands from her breasts so that she could get his shirt the rest of the way off. He helped her, hurriedly, and returned to fondling her chest. Her nipples hardened beneath his hands, and he felt himself hardening beneath her embrace.

They made love passionately, crying each other's names during coitus, and then lied down together, staring into each other's eyes.

"I love you," Wilson whispered, placing a lock of hair behind her ear.

"I love you," she whispered back at him, leaning forward for a kiss. They kissed for a few more minutes and then Wilson caught sight of the clock and groaned.

"Forget it. They can manage without me. I can stay."

Sam smiled at him. "I'd like that." She kissed him again. "But you should go. You'll feel bad tomorrow if you don't."

He sighed. "You're right." He kissed her again and they both got up, looking for their clothes.

"So," Sam said conversationally, slipping her bra back on. "What did you see in your vision?"

Wilson, who had just picked his belt up off the floor, promptly dropped it again. "Uh, you go first," he evaded, buying time.

Sam shrugged. "I was just lying in bed, reading. Not all that exciting."

"What book?" he asked, trying to think up a lie quickly.

"I don't know. Something by Stephen King, I think. What'd you see?"

She looked into his eyes, noticed his discomfort, and frowned. "What's the matter? You had a flash-forward, didn't you?"

"Yeah, I did," Wilson said, looking away on the pretense of locating his socks.

"Why don't you want to tell me?"

"Because I don't think you'll like what you'll hear," he answered honestly.

"James," she said, putting a hand on his shoulder and leaning her head down to catch his eye. "I love you. You can trust me. Tell me."

"I was kissing...someone." He sighed. "Someone who wasn't you."

"Oh," she said, and her shoulders fell. "Another woman?"

"No, a man," Wilson said, but he made his tone sarcastic so she'd think he was kidding.

"All right, well..." Sam shrugged. "It's okay. I'm glad you told me. That doesn't mean it's going to happen. Now that we know, we can take measures to prevent it." She slipped his arms around him and kissed his cheek. "James, I love you. Don't stress out about this. Just because you saw it doesn't mean it's going to come true."

"I know," Wilson admitted, holding her tight.

"I'm glad you told me," she repeated, resting her head on his shoulder.

He stroked her hair. "I love you, Sam. I'm not going to cheat on you. And I'm not going to leave you."

A/N: Yeah it sure seems that way doesn't it. I'm so frustrated right now. Anyway, the next chapter will be up in three days.