A/N: I wanted to try something a little different. And my best friend encouraged me to do this. So. Here we are.

Wilson’s eyes were strained as he tried hard not to close his eyes. The words that danced across the page were starting to get blurry. He decided to finally head home.

He passed Cuddy’s office as he left the building. He would have gone in to say goodbye, but she seemed to be in another arguing match with House – again. He shrugged his pack more onto his shoulder and walked out into the chilly air.

He made his way to his car, closing the door with a small ‘thump’. Wilson made his way to his abode.

Distorted lights and many cars danced across his window, he finally arrived home as he passed the second stop sign.

He slowly walked up to his driveway, but paused in confusion as he heard movement form behind. He slowly, and cautiously, turned around.

He was shocked at what he saw.

A woman, no younger than he, stood before him. She had a small cut on her head and she was shivering violently. He rushed over to her. She was not wearing a jacket; as her arms were cold to the touch. He shook his jacket off and wrapped it around her as he led her into his home.

She, nor he, spoke a word as he quickly set her on his couch, running off to grab a couple blankets. When he came back, she was beginning to doze off. He hastily shook her awake.

“Miss! Miss, you need to stay awake. Can you hear me?”

She nodded slowly, opening her eyes. Beautiful and bright blue eyes stared back at his brown orbs. She was still shivering, but less than before. She tilted her head, slightly damp, wavy, dark blonde hair falling around her shoulders.

“Who are you?” she asked in confusion.

He grinned slightly.

“My names James Wilson. You were out there wandering by my house in the cold. Mind telling me what happened?”

He got up, and stood before her. She shrugged.

“I’m not really from around here. I just moved here from Sweden, so I don’t really know a lot about the streets.”

He nodded. And she continued.

She blew an annoying piece of hair out of her face

“I . . . ran into a tree. And it didn’t help that I left my phone in my hotel either. So. I started walking. But, obviously that didn’t help.”

He chuckled softly.

“Well, lemme take a look at that cut for you okay?” She nodded.

He went and grabbed a small med kit and sat in front of her.

“So. What’s your name, strange stranger from Sweden?”

She laughed and he smiled; her laugh sounded beautiful.

“Ellen. My name is Ellen.”

“Well Ellen, it looks like you just found yourself a new friend.”

Ellen smiled.