Disclaimer: I don't own House! Though I wish I owned those posters House put in Wilson's office last night for those who watched 'Private Lives' :D

Author's note: Sorry for the wait, I had tons of homework. This is the last chapter, so read and enjoy! Also, thanks to all of you that reviewed, your guy's comments make my day! :D

Dust that had settled about the closet floor years ago billowed into the air as House pulled his suitcase from the double doors and onto his bed. He unzipped the zipper and began to refill it with his fake-vintage band t-shirts and many pairs of plain worn jeans. As he finished packing, he heard a knock at the door.

"Hey, can I come in?" Wilson called, his hand already turning the knob.

"No, I've got Cuddy in here!"

Wilson came in anyways, leaving his suitcase by the door.

"Hey! Didn't you hear me?" House angrily glared. Cuddy followed Wilson into the room.

"Oh, I'm in here, am I?" She chuckled.

"How'd you get dressed so quickly? I know you said you were fast but-"

"I don't feel like hearing the demented workings of your brain today, House" Cuddy interrupted.

"So when would you like to hear them?" House teased, waggling his eyebrows and earning a smack from Cuddy.

"Should I leave you two alone?" Wilson asked.

"Yes!"

"No!"

Wilson laughed "I'll leave you guys to talk, be downstairs and ready to go in ten"

"Yeah" Cuddy sighed, knowing it would be better to work out her kinks with House sooner rather than later. "So…" she inquired, looking at House who now sat at the end of his bed. She crossed her arms over her chest and they booth sat in silence, House staring blankly at the door, looking deep in thought. After about a minute of the quiet House replied.

"So?"

Cuddy huffed in frustration "You know what"

"No, I don't think I do" he replied.

"Are we a couple?" she questioned, a worried look now replaced the frustrated look in her eyes. She wasn't sure what answer she wanted to hear from him.

"Do you want us to be a couple?"

"I'm… I'm not sure" Cuddy bit her lip, looking down at her still semi-muddy shoes. "Would you change?"

"Change how?"

"Change the way you act, be nicer to people, you know…"

"You don't want me to change. Those are things other people want to change about me. You like those things about me, you just want to see if I'd change for you."

"That's what bothers me! You take every little thing I do, anything anyone dose, and pick it apart because you don't want to face reality!"

"I would" House glanced up, meeting Cuddy's angry eyes.

"What?"

"I would change for you, if that's what you wanted, if that's what it would take."

"Are you saying you want us to happen?"

"Yes Cuddy, I believe I am." House replied. Cuddy smiled so big, it took up half of her face. She threw her arms around his back, hugging him with tears in her eyes.

He pulled back and pecked her on the lips, smiling. "C'mon, we don't want to keep Wilson waiting"

Cuddy wiped the tears out of her eyes, she hadn't realized how long she had been waiting for him to say that. Booth left the room grinning like teenagers and it only took Wilson a second to pick up on what had happened as he spotted them coming down the stairs. Wilson was helping Peter put away the dishes; a neon orange cast decorated his arm. He was lucky the swelling hadn't been enough to delay setting the bone; he wasn't really in the mood for a plane ride home with a still broken arm. He grinned, giving House a thumbs up.

"Well I sure am going to miss you guys! It's been nice having a little bit of company out here. Though I thought you'd be staying longer I'm glad you get to go back home" Peter smiled, looking up from where he had been scrubbing dishes.

"Thank you so much for letting us stay out here with you, you don't know how much it means to us" Cuddy told Peter, giving him a hug.

"Wait a minute" Wilson placed the dish he had been holding on the counter. "You met us Princeton, without an accent, as a police officer, so aren't you going home too?"

"Nope, this is my home! I was under cover in Princeton trying to find Carl before this event ever happened. He had been suspected of a couple of other crimes, lighting parks on fire, destroying property, smashing cars, mostly just vandalism. I'm pretty sure he wasn't mentally stable" Peter clarified, shaking his head in disapproval.

House sighed and Cuddy unconsciously wrapped her arm around his waist in comfort.

"So is he going to jail? Or…" Wilson trailed off, leaving his question open ended.

"Jail. If he shows any signs of being unwell, he'll be transferred" Peter answered.

"What time do we have to catch the plane?" Cuddy asked, purposely changing the subject knowing it was upsetting House.

"Ten, I thought we'd grab breakfast before we leave though."

"Sounds good! I'll go get my suitcase" Wilson scuttled up the stairs. Cuddy and House brought their suitcases out to Peter's truck.

'I'm going home' Cuddy thought to herself. It was weird, she had only been gone a few days and yet she was longing for her busy life at the hospital. Hearing the crunch of gravel, she turned around to see Wilson, who tossed his heavy suitcase into the bed of the truck. He was thinking along the same lines as Cuddy, about going home, to the hospital, seeing his patients.

Only House was thinking about the farm, about the few good time they had had, now that it was safe, he didn't want to leave. Though without his puzzles, his life saving addiction, he wasn't sure how long he would last without going crazy with boredom. 'Maybe if Cuddy was with him…' he thought to himself. But no, Cuddy loved the hospital, he couldn't take that away from her and she probably wouldn't leave if he asked her to. Now that he had her though, going back to the hospital would be different, better. His life would change, and he liked to think that hers would too.

"Breakfast was great" said Wilson as he, Cuddy and House stood outside of the planes boarding area with Peter.

"Yeah, Rosie can cook a mean hash brown" Peter smiled.

'Last calls for flight 217 to Princeton, all passengers please board the plane' a speaker overhead announced.

"You guys promise you'll come back and visit?" Peter sadly asked the doctors.

"Of course!" Cuddy hugged him.

"Don't trust her, this is the first vacation she's taken in eight years!" Wilson joked truthfully.

"I'll make sure she comes back" grinned House as he stepped forwards, giving Peter a one-armed hug as he held his suitcase.

"I guess it's time for me to go" Peter sighed "Bye guys, have a safe trip home" he left, giving one last wave.

"I'm holding you to that promise you know" House smirked at Cuddy.

"With you? I'm not so sure…" Cuddy teased "Maybe I'll go back with Wilson"

"Maybe I can make you change your mind" House pulled Cuddy close, kissing her lightly on the corner of her lips.

"Maybe you can" she smiled, kissing him back. Then all three picked up their luggage, happy to be going home.