A/N -

Sorry for any confusion. I was rereading this, and I decided to separate the Epilogue out into a separate chapter. Sorry, but I'm not adding anymore.

Thanks!

~ Epilogue ~

The Road Winds On

Dream of Mirrors – Iron Maiden

Have you ever felt the future is the past, but you don't know how...?
A reflected dream of a captured time, is it really now, is it really happening?

Don't know why I feel this way, have I dreamt this time, this place?
Something vivid comes again into my mind
And I think I've seen your face, seen this room, been in this place
Something vivid comes again into my mind

All my hopes and expectations, looking for an explanation
Have I found my destination? I just cant take no more

The dream is true, the dream is true
The dream is true, the dream is true

One Year Later

The air was warm for mid-November. The sun had set, and a breezy darkness had blanketed Princeton. Lisa Cuddy walked to her car, exhausted after a grueling Board meeting, the sound of her heels clicking on the cement echoing across the deserted garage level.

It was still odd, sitting in, but not really participating in the meeting. Her "relationship" with one, Greg House, had prevented her from participating any meeting dealing with either his behavior or requests, but that had only been part of this meeting. The other part, the budget meeting, she had to be there, as she was the one who organized the budget.

She unlocked the car door, but before she could sit down, she saw the shiny black helmet and single white rose bud sitting on the seat. Tears misted in her eyes, and she reached down and brushed the delicate rose bud with her fingertips.

"I don't care about the niceties," a gruff voice grumbled behind her, "but I know you do." She felt his warm breath in his ear, his scent of coffee and leather flooding her senses, and she couldn't stifle her gasp."

"House!" she chided, turning around in his arms. "What are you doing he..." She was cut off as he dipped his head and softly kissed her.

"Thought you'd like a reminder of our anniversary. Had to put it in your car; if I come within 10 feet of your office, the Board'll own both our asses. They're still not happy I grabbed your ass right in front of Harwick in the Clinic a few months back." He frowned. "I'm tryin', ya know."

"I know," she whispered, resting her head against his chest.

He held her tighter, stroking her hair. "Called your mom," he mumbled, resting his chin lightly on the top of her head.

"Really? Why?"

"Wanted to know if she could watch the Brat for the weekend."

She sighed, "Her name is Rachael..."

"So you keep telling me." He sighed. "So, you wanna go for a ride?"

THE END