Wilson freezes. The wolf yawns hugely, revealing a terrifying collection of yellowing teeth, smacks its lips sleepily, and looks right at him.

Wilson can only mutter, "Oh, shit," because he can’t deny that the blue eyes staring back at him are House’

House/Wilson manip (totally work safe).

Pencil drawing, a House/Wilson embrace.

Pencil drawing, Wilson resting his head back on House's shoulder.

One day, Wilson doesn't show up for work. OK, House thinks.

That was Wilson's thing, wasn't it? Give me two eyes of blue softly saying I need you and all that.

Strangest Land by Tom McRae. Time is a strange landscape, and sometimes it feels like Wilson is the only constant in House's life.

"Yes, yes," he says, "the divine in me greets the divine in you, as well."