In His Footsteps, Part 12 - Epilogue
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Title: In His Footsteps
Author: srsly_yes
Summary: After years apart, Wilson has changed, becoming more like House. House wants to know why. Part 12: Two years later there's another medical conference. Find out what happened to House, Wilson, West and Bruce.
Characters: House/Wilson, Wilson/OC
Word Count: ~3650
Rating: R
Warning: Future AU, slash, angst, and sappy ending.
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Not mine. Never will be.
Beta: A big thanks to my ever excellent betas,
bookfan85 ,
bishojo_kitsune , and
leakey_lover .
A/N: Sorry for the delay. Thank you, everyone, for reading and commenting. You made the story a joy to write.
Also, my thanks to
hwshipper for creating Wilson's salt-of-the-earth oncology secretary, Nora, who is the inspiration for peppery admin, Bruce.
Concrit welcome.
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“West, why are you limping?” Wilson asked softly.
Author: srsly_yes
Summary: After years apart, Wilson has changed, becoming more like House. House wants to know why. Part 12: Two years later there's another medical conference. Find out what happened to House, Wilson, West and Bruce.
Characters: House/Wilson, Wilson/OC
Word Count: ~3650
Rating: R
Warning: Future AU, slash, angst, and sappy ending.
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Not mine. Never will be.
Beta: A big thanks to my ever excellent betas,
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A/N: Sorry for the delay. Thank you, everyone, for reading and commenting. You made the story a joy to write.
Also, my thanks to
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Concrit welcome.
Previous: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven.
“West, why are you limping?” Wilson asked softly.