Hi everyone! It's me xororygilmorexo - just a different penname. I was originally going to write Gilmore Girl fanfics and I had posted up a first chapter to one, but as much as I love it, I don't have the feel of the dialouge and the pop culture references - so I wanted to switch to something more House oriented because that, I can write.

My last chapter - I want to thank all of my readers and reviewers for encouraging me to go on. I've made some great connections, and more importantly, an amazing friend, from this. I've never finished a story so this is a momentous occasion for me.

I *am* planning on writing a sequel, so as soon as I finsih the other story I started, I will start that one. Or even before if I'm stricken with inspiration.

Disclaimer and Copyright.

So for the last time... read, review, and enjoy!

Early that morning, Cameron had called in to work sick, brushed her teeth, put on a pot of coffee and snuck back into bed, and snuggling up to Chase's warm body. She reveled in the silence, thrilled to feel that the hole in her heart was firmly closed. She breathed in deep, smelling his cologne that had lingered from the night before. Chase's eyes flickered open, squinting from the bright sunlight that shone into her room and then turned to look at the beautiful woman looking up at him. He cradled her face in his hands and kissed her. She kissed him back and pressed her nose to his, rubbing her nose against him. He laughed, kissing her again and leaning back into the pillows, holding her close.

"I have missed you so much," he said, kissing her forehead and running his hands through her hair. "And did I tell you I like your hair?" Cameron smiled, twisting around in his arms, to look at him.

"You always told me you didn't want me to become blonde," she said, incredulous.

"I know… but I didn't realize how amazing you would look with it," Chase explained, running his fingers through his hands some more. Cameron smiled and turned on the television, leaning back on Chase's chest. It was like slipping into an old, holey sweatshirt – worn through, but so comfortable. Having Chase back in her life now made her feel like he had never left – those few weeks without him were torture and she was now trying so hard to block them out, to pretend like they had never existed. Even with the help of Cuddy, Amber, Wilson, and even Cole, the pain was unbearable and she unconsciously held Chase tighter, as if to never let him go.

"What are you thinking about?" House asked, climbing back into bed, after he had called in sick. Cuddy smiled, leaning against House's chest.

"Nothing," Cuddy said, coyly.

"What?"

"I'm just… Chase and Cameron were supposed to get back together last night… and I keep wondering if it went well."

"Ken will get his Barbie, don't worry," House said, kissing her forehead and she playfully smacked him at the mention of Cameron as a Barbie. House laughed and kissed her again. Cuddy kissed him back and then slid out of bed, pulling a robe over her lace nightgown.

"Whoa, whoa, where are you taking that ass?" House asked, pulling her back to bed with him. She kissed him again, sliding out from his grip.

"I have to go to work… and sadly, the ass goes with me," she pleaded, running her hands through his already messy hair.

"Call in sick!"

"I can't…" House looked at her intensely with his blue eyes and cradled her face in his hands, kissing her. Cuddy's breath sputtered and caught in her throat as they kissed.

Five minutes later, she had called in sick to work (they protested loudly, not wanting to have both of their head chefs missing on the same day) and Cuddy was pulling out pots and pans in the kitchen. House limped over to her and pulled them out of your hands.

"Do you realize that you are always cooking for other people? Now, get your sweet ass in that chair and let me cook for you!" House scolded, putting the pans on the counter, and then proceeded to loudly open and close cupboards. She put a hand on his shoulder and turned him around.

"How about you cook and I hand you stuff?" Cuddy attempted to bargain and House reluctantly stepped aside, handing her the pans, watching as she made her way through the kitchen, pulling out everything he needed. She eluded a certain light from her soul that made his heart pound and his blood flow through his veins one hundred miles per hour. Cuddy made him feel like he had never felt before, not even with his last serious relationship. She was beautiful inside and out and while no one could possibly fathom him being actually happy, for once in his life, he truly was.

"God, I have missed your cooking," Cameron said ravenously, digging into the pile of food that Chase had placed in front of her. Within minutes, her plate was empty and Chase was piling more eggs, bacon, etc. on her plate. She picked up eggs with her fork, putting in as much as her mouth could hold. Chase laughed, piling what was left of the food onto his plate, kissing her on the forehead as he sat down next to her. They ate in silence for a few minutes, but the silence was comfortable; Cameron smiled as she finished off your food.

"How you stay skinny, I'll never know," Chase looked at her incredulously as she hopped off the barstool to wash the plate and begin to clean up. As Chase ate, she washed the pots and pans and then headed to the living room. Chase watched her open up the box and put movies and books back on the shelves.

"What… is that?" Heat rushed up her neck and colored Cameron's cheeks.

"It's a box of all your stuff…" Chase stood up, heading over to her. Cameron looked away, brushing the hair out of her face.

"When we broke up… I didn't want to see any of your stuff… so I just put it in a box." Chase started to laugh and Cameron put her hand on her hip, pouting.

"Why are you laughing at me?"

"If it makes you feel better, I have a Cameron box...," Cameron looked up, almost blinded by the perfection of his features, his bright blue eyes, his clear skin.

"With what in it?" She asked, wrapping her arms around his neck, swinging back and forth, and smiling, happy to be in his arms.

"Just your stuff… letters, books, some of your clothes. I didn't want to throw it away… in case… we… well." Cameron put a finger up to his lips, to quiet him down.

"I know."

Cuddy was in the bathroom cleaning up, applying creams and moisturizers and pulling at the laugh lines splashed across her face, willing them to go away. Even though House was in the next room whipping up some chocolate chip pancakes, her heart was beating a million miles an hour. Goosebumps rose on her arms as she remembered his hands gently roaming her body. She swore silently, trying so hard to will herself not to feel like this. If only she knew, he felt the same way about her.

She threw her robe back on, heading back on the kitchen, smiling to see a plate of pancakes in front of her. House held up the can of whipped cream and she nodded, as he sprayed her pancakes with an enormous amount. Cuddy laughed, holding up her palms to make him stop and he rolled his eyes, but put down the can in resignation. Cuddy sat on the chair, digging into her food.

"These are great." House looked up, surprised as he limped over to the table. He lowered himself into the chair, massaging his thigh muscle.

"Really?" he asked, digging into his own plate.

"There might be an opening at the restaurant," Cuddy pondered, finishing the food in a short amount of time and began to clean up. House watched her walk away and then reached out and grabbed her arm. Cuddy turned to look at him and he pulled her down onto his lap and kissed her. She dropped the plates on the table and kissed him back fiercely, putting her hands on the sides of his face. They kissed for a few moments and then she leaned back on him, resting her head in the crook of his shoulders. A pain shot through House's leg, but he ignored it, the feel of Cuddy's skin under his fingertips and the fresh shampoo smell of her raven black hair. He swore that he could stay like that forever – as long as she was with him.

Amber traced around the numbers of her home phone, not wanting to make the two phone calls that she was about to make. Romance between friends was never easy, but if they wanted to all remain friends, she had to do this.

"Amber…" Wilson called from the other room, as if reading her mind.

"I'm calling!" She yelled back and took a deep breath, dialing Cuddy's number.

"Hello?" Cuddy picked up.

"Hi Cuddy. It's me, Amber."
" Hi, Amber. Hold on one second. House, can you make another pot of coffee?" Amber wrinkled her brow. She hadn't heard anything besides the fact that House and Cuddy were in the middle of an argument. She waved Wilson over and he stood next to her, listening to Cuddy talk with House. Wilson looked at Amber and shrugged.

"I hadn't heard anything," he mouthed, kissing Amber on the cheek, and heading back to the kitchen to read the newspaper. Amber rolled her eyes at her husband, waiting for Cuddy to be done.

"Okay, I'm back. What's going on?" Amber was in shock for a moment, but she recovered quickly.

"I was thinking about having Super bowl Sunday at my house… would you and House want to come?"

"That sounds great, Amber. We'll be there. I have to go; House won't make the coffee. I'll see you then!" The line went dead and Amber stared at the phone in disbelief. House was never one to forgive and forget, yet here he was doing just that. She shook her head, blonde hair cascading over her shoulders. She now dialed Cameron, waiting for her to pick up.

"Cameron?"

"No… it's Chase. Hi, Amber," Chase said politely and Amber's jaw dropped.

"Hold on, one second." Amber headed into the kitchen, standing over Wilson with her hand on her hip.

"What?" Wilson asked, barely looking up.

"Chase is over at Cameron's. I thought they broke up too!" Wilson shrugged, turning the pages, not looking up again.

"Wilson?"

"I'm not wearing a shirt," Amber teased and Wilson's eyes immediately went up to Amber, ignoring the newspaper in front of him.

"That's not very nice," Wilson complained, kissing his wife before grabbing his briefcase and heading off to work. Amber smiled, watching him go, before putting the phone back up to her ear.

"Hi, Chase. Is Cameron there?"

"She's actually in the shower… Anything you need me to tell her?"

"I was actually hoping you both could come for Super bowl Sunday at my house."
"We'll be there," Chase promised. "See you then – bye, Amber." The line went dead again and Amber stared at the receiver in her head, shaking her head, and then proceeding to tidy up the kitchen, cleaning the mess that Wilson had left behind

The two couples spent a lazy Friday and Saturday with each other, just content to be together and happy again. Sunday rolled around and they arrived at Amber and Wilson's, the men immediately cracking open the beer and the women preparing food and snacks. When the game came on, no one really paid attention – football was just an excuse to see each other more than usual. They shared stories and laughs, the three couples in love (two truly in love, one was just as good as in love), lying in each other's arms. Cameron and Chase explained to an eager crowd the story of their separation and their reunion as well as Cuddy and House (Cuddy mostly explained to the group, House was too busy trying to throw M&Ms down Amber's shirt).

As the sun set on New Jersey, the party came to a close, having stuffed themselves with Cuddy and Chase's excellent cooking and Amber's margaritas. After the game was over, House, Wilson, and Chase smoked cigars out on the patio while Cuddy and Cameron helped Amber clean up the mess they had made. House, Cuddy, Cameron, Chase said goodbye, waving to Wilson and Amber as they headed out to the cars. A car pulled up to the house next to Amber and Wilson's and a woman got up and looked over at Cameron. She waved and recognition flickered in Cameron's eyes as she realized that it was the bartender from the night of the accident. Cameron waved back, intertwining her fingers with Chase. Remy gave her thumbs up and Cameron smiled, warmth flooding through her.

"Who's that?" Chase asked, opening the car door for Cameron, and heading over to the driver's side. Cameron smiled, not exactly willing to tell him the story of her accident.

"A friend," she said simply.

Cuddy got on the back of House's motorcycle, clasping the helmet under her chin. Despite it being cold, she loved the feeling of holding onto him and going so fast that everything in sight was basically a blur. House fitted his cane into the slot, and revved the engine, driving off into the night.

A few months later, spring was in full bloom and the couples were still together and happy. While Cuddy and House were taking things extremely slow (but enjoying where they both were at), Cameron and Chase were moving full-steam ahead. Chase's place was not often used; They had practically moved in together. Even though their relationship had lasted a long time, the spark never had blown out. He surprised her at work, always bringing a bouquet of flowers. Her class had taken to him, even begging him to stay for story time. Cameron always felt a rush of feelings every time he came into the room, or kissed or hugged her.

One night, on a warm May evening, Cameron and Chase sat at dinner, waiting for the dessert to come. Chase poured them both tall glasses of champagne and took Cameron's hand.

"The first time I saw you, I swore I had never seen anyone so beautiful in my entire life. I had no idea that you were so much more than that. You are kind, generous, smart, funny, and so many more things that would take me hours to name. The time we spent apart was unbearable, and when we reunited, I realized that I don't ever want to be apart, or with anyone else." The waiter came over and placed a piece of chocolate cake in front of Cameron, with a sparkly pear-shaped diamond ring gently placed on top of it.

"Oh my god," Cameron breathed, not able to take her eyes of it. Chase took the ring from the cake and knelt on one knee, holding the ring up in front of him.

"Allison Cameron, will you marry me?" Cameron started to cry, nodding her head.

"Yes, I'll marry you," She said through her tears, and Chase slid the ring onto her ring finger and stood up, pulling her into a passionate kiss. Pressed up next to each other, they could feel their hearts beating in tandem and they pulled away to gaze into each others eyes.

"I love you, Cameron."
"I love you too, Chase."