Ladies and gentlemen, sad to say it, but this is the LAST chapter of my story. So sad, so sad. You have made it this far and have read my first story, ever, and I appreciate all of the reviews and support you have given me :) Please, check out my other stories if you like this one! And now onto the finale.

Enjoy!

-Bella

The talk was all around the hospital. Gregory House settling down? And to Allison Cameron?? No one could believe it, but nonetheless it was true. Of course House's behavior was untouched. He still snarked, made interns cry, and made degrading comments to Cuddy about her shirts. Although with all this "normal" behavior, there was something different about Dr. Gregory House, MD. He would do things here in there that were thought to be...humane.

Allison Cameron was back at work, and glad to be there. She was in her ER running around, stitching here, yelling at interns there. Yes, it was safe to say House has rubbed on her.

Allison House.

The thought of her soon to be new name scared her and excited her at the same time. She couldn't believe all she had been through with the man. He held her when she cried, he talked to her father, he took care of her mother, he took care of her. She has seen a side of House that no one has seen. She broke his walls, and somehow, he still had his pride. In the middle of these thoughts and stitching up an ailing four-year-old, a pager sound was heard.

Time to go home. Get your ass up here.

Lovely, Cameron thought, all the while beaming.

She handed her charts to a near by resident and walked past the ever gossiping nurses to the elevator. The ride up to House's floor felt like a dream. Cameron just couldn't take in everything that has happened. She had a major loss, but with the loss came a gain that was more precious to her than anything else. In one man she found hope, love, comfort, pain, hate, and passion. In one man she discovered that life is hers to live, and she was sure as hell going to live it. Cameron step off the elevator...

House sat there and waited for Cameron. He couldn't believe all that had occurred. Cameron. Allison. He always thought she was an optimistic puppy who couldn't be broken. But to see her broken, to truly witness her world crumble around her and there was nothing she could do, it killed him. Nothing had ever touched him like that. Nothing had ever made him care so much. He had no choice, he had to let her in. He had to let her in in order to save her. He saved her life, just like so many others. Although, this time is was not from a diagnosis. All this time he never knew the answer to her, never knew how to cure her. Then, he found it. He found it when he came into his shower and held onto him with all her might, muttering things he never thought he'd her from anyone. Here he was, the greatest diagnostician in the world, making his greatest diagnosis: the cure for pain : love.

Cameron walked down the hall and to the door of Dr. House's office. He sat there facing the window. He thumped his cane and stared into the dark sky in apparent thought. He turned around at her entrance. Blue met blue-grey. Smile met smile. Understanding met understanding.

"Ready?" Cameron asked.

"Yea," he replied grabbing up his stuff. He stopped and looked at her while continuing, "Never thought I would be."

She smiled at his meaning. House came up and grabbed her hand, not failing to feel her engagement ring that fit perfectly on her small ring finger.

Three hours later the couple lay in bed holding onto each other. A silent embrace brought up emotions so loud, they felt as if they were in a crowded room, gliding past all the other people, only seeing each other. Cameron broke the silence.

"Can you believe it?" she whispered. House sighed and pulled her close.

"No"

"Me either."

"Yea"

"You still awake?"

"Hmm?"

"I love you, Gregory House"

"I...love you Allison ...House."

Just like that. There is a force that we all fight, but eventually, we all fall to the power. Pain, agony, hatred, all things that become irrelevant when there is love and support. We all need a rock, we all need a support system. We something to keep us going when our world becomes dark.

Love is the greatest thing of all.

And it is love, that teaches even the greatest asses to dance.

The End.

This story is dedicated to James Tully Brown a loving uncle,brother,son, and husband who died of Spinal cancer, September 1954- September 2007

The end! I really do hope you enjoyed the story :) Please review and check out some of my other stuff.

The last line "love teaches even asses to dance" is a french proverb I found that I couldn't resist putting in :)

Well this is Bella signing out!

-Bella