Gregory House always thought he would die at his desk in the hospital and not in a fire. All he could think of was the smoke filling his lungs slowly and the heat surrounding his body. It was slowly burning through his skin, desperate to taste his flesh. House almost wanted to lay there, allow the flames eat him alive next to some body that House recognized as a patient he was treating for a heroin overdose. Yet, every thought was screaming at him to leave, run, make it out alive. The voices he could hear he knew weren't his own. They belonged to Kutner and Amber, arguing over if House should make it out alive. Amber went over all the reasons why it would be best to stay laying there while Kutner's voice over powered Amber's with reasons to live. Yet, House already knew what he wanted to do. He was going to make it out of his god forbidden hellscape. But, he knew he had to pull a few strings if he wanted to avoid going to jail. House's mind ran wild as he pushed himself up. The funeral wasn't big. House didn't expect it to be. He didn't touch many people in his life, only pissed them off. It didn't matter anymore though. He could finally escape this god forbid city with the man he loved the most in the world, James Wilson. Of course, House was met with a punch to a face when he saw Wilson after the funeral. he knew he deserved it. But the pain didn't matter. Only seeing Wilson's smile mattered to House. And House knew one thing from that moment, he was going to take Wilson everywhere. Make his last months as perfect as they could be.

Now, a month has passed since then and Wilson sold the apartments so he and House could go. Where? Anywhere. They went to London, Toronto, Rome, and now, they were in France. The sun peaked through the curtains of the hotel room, shining warm rays onto House's sleeping form. The window was opened a crack so the warm breeze of the french air could waft into the room. House woke up slowly, like he always did. His arm came up to cover his eyes since the sun was right in his eyes. House let out a gentle groan while he turned his head over. Wilson laid next to him. They had ordered a room with a king sized bed so they could both fit. It was almost funny. The two weren't big on cuddling so they slept apart from one another, but it didn't stop their hands meeting half way to gently hold one another. House sat up, running a hand down his face while his eyes drifted over to the clock that was hung up above the tv. 8:17 a.m. It wasn't that early. House turned his attention back to Wilson. He laid down on his stomach and watched Wilson sleep for a moment before poking his cheek. "Wakey-wakey, Jimmy. Time to get up."