A/N: Well, here you are, another collaboration with Hughville :) We hope you enjoy this one as much as we did writing it. There might be another story in the works. And no, I haven't forgotten about my Crossing Borders story but I'm kinda stuck with that right now. So in the meantime, here's this :)

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Chapter 1

The studio apartment was quiet. No street noise intruded. A single lamp cast light over House as he lay on his bed reading. Actually, he just stared blankly at the page as he waited for Wilson to return from his appointment with his oncologist. They'd been on the road for almost six years now. They stopped every six months so Wilson could get his check-ups. He'd been cancer free for almost three years. Neither of them worked thanks to Wilson's savings and all the money House left him when he "died." To keep from killing each other, Wilson kept his medical license up to date and ran an online Oncology clinic. House enrolled in online courses to get his doctorate in Nursing. In each city they stopped, he completed his hands-on training. In three months, he (or rather Greg Smith, his new alias) would graduate with honors. It was a way for him to be able to practice medicine. He was currently taking classes in Physics just to keep his mind active. Wilson took some online courses in Psychology. He took just enough to annoy the shit out of House with his constant ruminations about why House did anything, like get a degree in Nursing.

House closed the medical journal and removed his glasses. Rubbing his hand over his face, he sighed. They'd been so convinced Wilson was going to die. Now he wasn't and House had to hide. To the world, Doctor Gregory House no longer existed. The only other good thing to come out of all this was he was able to have the nerves in his right leg severed using cooled radio frequency ablation. Though it was a treatment for back pain, Wilson managed to talk a doctor into doing the procedure on House's leg. House smiled slightly. Wilson could talk anyone into doing anything. Now House walked, pain free, with only a slight limp.

The door swung open and Wilson walked in. He tossed his keys on the small kitchen counter. House was finally getting used to seeing his best friend in jeans and t-shirts with a beard and his greying hair. Wilson said he was still getting used to seeing House clean-shaven and his hair neatly combed. What House didn't tell WIlson was that he colored it light brown. He really didn't need to hear Wilson's thoughts about why he did that. House knew. His own hair was nearly completely grey and he didn't like it. Though he decried vanity in others, he couldn't bring himself to admit aloud that he felt it.

"Still cancer free," he told House with a smile. "So, where do you want to go next?" He continued without letting House answer. "I was thinking that we go find Dominika. Maybe you two could work things out."

"There is one major flaw in that," House said as he got up, went to the refrigerator and pulled a take out menu from the door. "I'm dead to her. Literally and figuratively." He pulled out his cell phone. "Pizza okay?"

"Yeah, fine," Wilson responded waving his hand dismissively. "But, we could find her and explain things to her. She'd understand and you two could try again. You deserve to be happy, House."

House looked at him as he ordered their dinner. Once he finished the call, he shook his head. "I lied to her and she thinks I'm dead. D-E-A-D. That's a pretty big thing to explain to someone."

Wilson walked over to his bed and picked up his tablet. He sat down on the floor, cross legged, and began typing.

"It can't hurt to Google her," he told House. "Aha! She's living in California-" he stopped and his eyebrows drew together. "Where she works as a pastry chef in her husband's restaurant. They have two kids." Wilson laid his tablet in his lap. "Okay, so that's a no for Dominika. You show up in her life again, she'd be a bigamist. Cuddy is most definitely out. Maybe Stacy-"

"Wilson, stop. I'm fine."

"You deserve to be more than fine. You deserve to be happy. You gave up your life for me."

"Annnnnd there it is," House smirked. "The guilt. I chose to fake my death. You didn't make me do it. My choice," he said, pointing to himself.

"Cameron," Wilson breathed. "We can find Cameron. You always had that weird thing with her. She's in love with you."

"Was," House reminded him. "I ruined Chase, remember? There's no way back for me. Not where she's concerned."

A knock sounded on the door. "Saved by the pizza and wings," House said. He opened the door, paid the delivery girl who smiled and winked at him, and took the boxes from her. She was biting her bottom lip and looking coyly at him when he closed the door in her face.

"This discussion isn't over, House," Wilson warned him, but he was smiling all the same. He got up and got two beer bottles out of the small fridge. He handed one to House before sitting down and taking a box of wings.

"Can't talk...eating," he mumbled as he ripped open his box of wings and began chowing down immediately. Then he paused and made a face. "Unghh wrong ones. These are BBQ flavor. You've got my buffalo ones."

The men switched boxes and began eating, each taking a slice of pizza for themselves.

When they finished dinner, House went to the freezer to get ice cream. "Cameron is another dead end. Emphasis on the word 'dead'. She was at my funeral for God's sake. And you think I can just waltz back into her life and say "Hey, Cameron, guess what? I'm not really dead. Wanna have dinner?"

Wilson laughed and nearly choked on his ice cream. "Well, that wasn't exactly what I had in mind."

"We don't even know where she is."

"She can't be that hard to find."

"Did it occur to you that maybe she doesn't want to be found? That maybe she's moved on and wants to leave PPTH and her past behind?" House asked.

Wilson cocked his head to one side as he seemed to contemplate House's words. Then he smirked and shook his head. "No," he said with resolution and shoved another spoonful of ice cream into his mouth, causing House to laugh that time.

"We can't just waltz into whatever hospital she works at and act like nothing happened. There are going to be questions and I don't know if I have the energy to answer them. I hurt her and probably ruined her life."

"And yet she still showed up for your funeral," Wilson pointed out.

"Of course she did because it was the right thing to do. Cameron always does the right thing."

"Her speech was quite moving," Wilson said, noticing that he had House's full attention.

House looked at him with narrowed eyes and then licked the back of his spoon. "I'm not going to have a chance to say anything to her. You'll be too busy administering smelling salts when she faints from seeing a dead man."

"Oh please," Wilson laughed, "she's not going to faint. She's tougher than that."

"Well she's definitely going to be shocked but it doesn't matter because we're not going to Chicago."

"Ah-ha!" Wilson shouted as he pointed at House, "you have looked her up."

House shrugged and shoved his bowl to the side. "So? I got bored."

"Face it, House. You still have feelings for her and no matter what, she'll always be "your girl" as you put it. What's the harm in going up there and checking it out? I haven't been to Chicago in years and there's lots to see and do. It's not like we have anything keeping us here."

House sighed. There was no sense arguing with Wilson who always got his way one way or another. Besides, he didn't have the energy to argue about it anymore.

"Fine. We'll go, but if she doesn't want to see me, we're not staying. Deal?"

"Deal," Wilson said with a satisfied nod. He knew once House and Cameron saw each other again, there would be nothing that could make him leave.

Later that night, in the dark room, House stared up at the ceiling. He rolled over and tucked the pillow more comfortably under his head. He often tried to imagine what she would say if he died. He knew she went to the funeral and since he bugged the room where his wake was held he knew what she said. He knew what everyone said, including Wilson when he went on his rampage.

It surprised him how much of an impact he had on all their lives. Cuddy didn't show up but he didn't expect her to. Last time he checked on her, she was living in Manhattan and headed up the Endocrinology department at Mount Sinai Beth Israel Hospital. He had no intention of ever seeing her again but he liked to know what she was doing. He kept up with all of them: Chase, Foreman, Taub, Park, Adams, Thirteen and even Masters. Thirteen died a year ago. Foreman still ran PPTH and just finished supervising renovations on the hospital. It was now three times the size it was when House worked there. Chase was still running the Diagnostics department and Taub, Park and Adams still worked for him. Masters was teaching at Harvard.

Cameron was running the ER department at Northwestern Memorial Hospital in Chicago. He read every article she published and watched on YouTube every one of her presentations at various conferences. She still had blonde hair and she was still the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. He never told Wilson he kept up with all of them and tonight he accidentally let it slip about Cameron. Maybe that wasn't such a bad thing. Maybe she'd had time to forgive him and would be civil to him. As he drifted off to sleep, he could feel the soft touch of her lips against his cheek and smell her perfume as she kissed him goodbye before walking away for the last time.