Author's Note: Alas, the end. Thank you all so much for your support and near endless patience while I get my shit together story wise. I'm pleased to say that I'm down to my last few dormant to the point of abandonment fics and I hope to get them either completed or very, very updated through Winter/Spring 2013. I'm also planning some new fics and to finish more so if you haven't already, please follow or story alert me if you'd like to read more of my work. It's actually kinda decent.

Again, thank you all and happy reading!With love, ~*CMW2*~

Disclaimer: "Honestly, it's not mine!"

"Six letter word for pinnacle."

"Orgasm."

"Woman, we just had sex 2 hours ago. I know that you've got a quick recovery time but you wouldn't wanna scar poor Jimmy here for life, would you?"

"Any person who can be friends with you over a decade without taking a potential murder weapon to you at least once has a strong mind and a deep masochistic streak. My suggestion still stands."

"Six letter word for pinnacle starting with the letter Z."

"Zenith. You knew that already."

"What makes you say that?"

"I saw you write it in when I was chopping the peppers."

Wilson snorted as he watched the two of them interact. House was sprawled in a recliner like a pharaoh, absorbed in the New York Times crossword. Cameron was moving through the kitchen, putting together what seemed to be a chicken potpie in a casserole dish. 5 months of cohabiting had softened House's apartment. There was a photo of them on top of the Steinway, both of them smiling on Navy Pier. There were some more throw pillows on the couch and a long picture of Chicago's skyline over the fireplace. The number of books on the shelves had doubled and there was a well taken care of ficus in the corner in a pale blue and white holder. There was another motorcycle helmet resting on the table near the door and a much less cluttered workspace, neatly separated into PPTH and Princeton General file folders. Scattered throughout the place were colorful little trinkets, blending seamlessly with the organized chaos there before.

Just like their relationship as a whole.

House was still abrasive but there was a genuine contentment to him that Wilson had never seen, even before the Infraction. Cameron had brought an element of order to his chaos without trying to change him, something that everyone else, himself included, had been guilty of over the years. She'd pull him back from the brink but otherwise, there was full acceptance and love there, love that was freely returned with House twist to it, of course…

"Are you done musing yet or should I give you another 5 minutes?"

"No, I'm done. I'm just glad that…well, you seem happy, House."

His best friend looked over at Cameron who was nodding and dancing slightly along to whatever music her iPod was playing.

"I don't seem happy. I am happy."

And with that statement, he continued filling in his crossword.

FIN.