It was truly a beautiful day, so beautiful, it made House almost want to puke. It was that sacchrine kind of nature where you expected cartoon birds to start swooping and singing and sitting on your shoulder.

"Be thankful." Wilson said adjusting his tie. "Bad weather makes your leg act up."

"I am more thankful that we are not going the route you used to with these things." Greg said. "How much did that run you back in the divorces?"

"It's what they wanted, not me." James said. "And don't ask."

"But do we have to do the suits?" Greg asked picking through his canes. "And this ugly flowers. When I said justice of the peace, I just figured just roll out of bed and get the license at city hall."

"You can't blame me for that one." James said tying his shoe. "Your mother wanted this and to be honest I can't blame her. Now with your father gone, she can truly enjoy life."

"The non-sperm donor was a wet blanket in more ways than one." Greg said as he adjusted his shirt. "She he had to be the all-american husband doting wife. She'd run circles over those 50s oven commercial models. I'm hoping the jerk is rolling in his grave right now that his wife is attending a gay wedding or the fact she helped plan it."

"And that is why she wanted to plan something for us." James said fixing his hair. "I still can't believe she set up a wedding registry. There is nothing we need."

"Hey your folks are springing for a honeymoon, pot calling kettle's parents my friend."

He smirked.

"Guess that makes you the bride of this then."

"Oh really and how so?" He said. "It's the brides parents that usually foot the bill. Your mom is paying for reception."

"It's just lunch some rich bitch restaurant."

"Still, not cheap." James said. "Plus she paid for these suits and the boutennoires."

"After I told her not to."

"So all in all that makes you the bride."

House glared, but James approached him and gave his tie a good yank.

"Just get through today, and then tonight, you are all mine."

House chuckled as he slipped into his sneakers.

It was only a few minutes drive to city hall. House groaned when he saw what was awaiting. There they were, Chase, Foreman, Taub (surprisingly), Remy, Jenna Lispin, and Aidan Finley with wide smiles, a bouquet of flowers, and balloons.

Their parents too stood besides them also smiling. James's mother slowly began accepting her son's love and even began to notice that House treated James better than the three prior wives. In all honesty, she felt herself forcing to be jovial to those women and James seemed more uptight than happy. With Gregory House there was air of ease and humor and James seemed so much more comfortable with him.

"No." House said. "Hell no!"

"Come on Greg."

"Only if you let me cane them."

"They are just celebrating!"

"They are doing everything in their power to humiliate me!" House said. "To make me look stupid!"

"Consider it their revenge then for all the misery you put them through." James said as he opened the passenger door. "You made them good doctors, but you made sure they were demeaned along the way."

James sighed.

"So I guess you don't want to marry me then?" He said sadly. "Just because of your team making it more than just a piece of paper."

House turned sharply to James.

"Don't you pull that on me!"

"So I am going to not only tell your team, we are not getting married today, but my parents, and your mother, and cancel that lunch reservation."

"ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT!" Greg yelled and all but struggled out of the car. James laughed as helped Greg out of the car.

"Don't we have a folder or something so I can hide myself or pretend I don't know those idiots."

"Just move it House." James said.

"CONGRATULATIONS!" The team yelled happily.

"Smile!" Foreman said flashing his camera.

"I DON'T KNOW THESE PEOPLE" House yelled. "THE LOONEY BIN IS HAVING A DAY OUT!"

He tugged James's arm.

"Come on Wilson!"

The team was not to be deterred as the two men walked up the stairs with the parents, the team started loudly humming the wedding march.

Oh they were going to get it after he got back from his honeymoon.

After a few minutes of waiting, they were ushered in to a court room. The team took some seats in the galley.

"Nice to be here for a wedding instead of an arrest." Remy said.

"Amen to that." Chase answered.

Jenna looked over at Taub.

"You actually brought a yamulke?" She said as he watch Taub put on the skull cap.

He shrugged.

"James is Jewish as I am, plus I figure adding a tiny bit of religion to the mix would irk House."

They quieted when the judge came in.

House wanted a quick affair and in all honesty, so did James. He had done the whole wedding hoopla three times. The pomp and fancy nonsense, right now he just wanted to get on with his life, a better life with Gregory House.

They stood at the bench with their parents serving as their witnesses. The judge was nothing much to speak of, though House was examining him in his mind. He could already see signs of diabetes. He wouldn't be surprised gout was lurking in the man's big toes.

They took each other's hands as the judge read off the usual marital, legal mumbo, jumbo. No mushy vows, no happy sobs, no declarations of eternal love. That was already there, now they were making it official.

Eric though had made sure to get it all on film, both video and camera.

A smile as they said their "I dos." A laugh as they put on their rings. A quick swipe of the pen as they signed their names on the marriage certificates.

And it was done. They were married. House made sure to really plant a passionate kiss on Jaes, complete with slight tongue in hopes to freak out his team. James parents, Hannah and Lee pretend to focus on the wall while Blythe just laughed and clapped her hands.

The teamm unphased, jumped up and cheered. As the two attempted to leave the courtroom they got bombared with confetti. A majority of it dumped on House by Foreman.

House was going to kill him.

It got worse when they got back outside and into the parking lot. Someone had snuck out and sprayed "JUST MARRIED" on the car's rear window and actually tied tin cans to the bumper. Everyone played dumb, but in reality it turns out Aidan had slinked his nerdy frame from the courtroom and did the deed.

James was laughing. House was seething.

"Settle down dear." Blythe whispered to him. "They are just trying to make it fun. You are enjoying this and you know it. Just enjoy it."

House couldn't argue with that. On the inside, he was feeling, well, pretty damn good. He and James were married. It was just a piece of paper he signed, so what? He thought he wouldn't feel any different, but in actuality he felt pretty happy. Happier than he had ever felt.

After more pictures and silliness, House reluctantly got into the car and off they drove off.

Blythe had reserved a dining room in the finest restaurant in Princeton. She spared no expense for her boy and his love. She even paid for the team to also join them, which House cringed at. Bad enough his mother had spent a good chunk of money for their wedding, but now she was paying for his team.

"No speeches though or I am leaving!" House proclaimed. "I want to celebrate marrying Wilson by pigging out and getting drunk! No one shall interrupt that!"

"In House speak that means thank you all for celebrating and being with us today!" James said.

"We'll take it." Remy said and everyone raised their glass of champagne and toasted.

House looked over at James who gave him a small smile then began buttering a roll. House smiled back and put his hand on James's thigh and James held it.

And in that moment, that was it. That was them. Two people who in a sea of the ill or injured, through marriage and divorces, addiction, life and death, people coming and going, it was them. Throughout the whole thing. Back to back, being swept along in this sea, their hands clasped together. At the turbulent times they let go, but somehow they were able to swim back to each other, no matter how hard they tried to fight the current. But now, there was no more fighting.

The sea was calm, the two were one.

And as House would say about the whole thing,

"Bitchin."

The End