A/N: This is the last chapter. Thanks to all my readers. You guys are The Awesome!

"So, you're finally finished with the damn things," House said nonchalantly, looking over at the last two boxes of books Wilson had decided to take.

The three doctors were lounging on the sofa, eating burgers and fries that were paid for by Wilson, who didn't know he was going to pay for them to begin with. Cuddy was starving and shamelessly wolfed down her cheeseburger with extra gusto.

"Yes, I'm finished," Wilson said as he reached for his Pepsi.

"Did you read them all?"

"Not yet."

"You're finally finished."

"Yes, House, I'm finished," Wilson replied. He honestly hadn't meant to take so long, but House actually had some interesting titles on his shelves. "There are no more books to look through. Gone. Done. Kaput. Except for the boxes I'm taking home tonight, there are no more books. You can celebrate."

"It's about time. Any longer and I would have started charging you rent."

"And what if I told you that I hurried up over the last day or two so I didn't have to listen to bitch anymore?"

House eyed his friend. "You've been listening to me bitch for a dozen years, Jimmy boy. Another day hardly matters."

"No…it doesn't," Wilson agreed with a shrug before drowning his fries with ketchup.

"I was going to start charging you rent."

"I wouldn't expect anything less from you, House."

Cuddy nudged her lover in the ribs and said, "We need to start moving some more of your clothes over to my place."

"Our place," House corrected.

"Our place," she echoed with a smile.

House munched a few fries before asking, "Have you made some closet space for me yet, boss? I'll take my half out of the middle."

"You'll take whichever half I give you and you'll like it. I was going to make some room on my next day off," she answered, then grabbed the last napkin to clean off her greasy fingers. The big juicy burger was just what she needed after a long day of running from one of the hospital to the other and back again. She'd probably pay for it with an upset stomach later, but it would still be worth it.

"When are we moving my piano?"

"When I make some room for it."

"When will that be?"

"After we move your clothes."

"Don't take too long, boss," House said with a salacious grin. "Or I'll find the time to make some room for it, and it won't be pretty."

"You haven't asked about the shrink," Cuddy noted as she sat on the edge of the bed. House was already under the covers, patiently waiting for her to join him there.

"No, I haven't," House replied.

"I'm kind of surprised."

"How so?"

"I was expecting you to tease me about it," she explained. "I was expecting you to ask how the brainwashing went, or if my Stepford replacement was finished yet. I was expecting you to make me to buy extra light bulbs for the lamps that are left on all night. I was expecting you to say something, but you haven't said a word about it."

"Do you want me to say something?"

"Not really; I just want to know why you haven't."

"I was here, Lisa, remember? I saw what you were going through," House said in all seriousness. "You need someone to help you deal with it. Who am I to say you're wrong about that?"

"You always say everyone else is wrong. You would have said something if it were someone else," she pointed out. "You would tease the hell out of them. Correct me if I'm wrong."

"Anyone else I would tease, maybe, if I didn't know exactly what happened. But not you. Not about this."

"Thank you, Greg."

"For what?"

"For keeping your mouth shut for once in your life."

"Well," he began with a grin, "I didn't want to move my piano all the way to your place only to have to bring it back."

"Our place," she corrected.

"Our place," House said as he took her hand and entwined their fingers. "Your place, my place, our place. No matter which place it is, I'll always leave a light on for you."

--The End.