Notice: I don't own House. (Though I am asking for it as my b-day, Christmas, Valentines Day, Easter, and all the holidays in between present!!)

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She would be leaving in two hours. She would be going to some town on the West Coast. He didn't want her to go. Who would protect her? Who would love her?

"House! The party's started! Free food! Come on…!"

Good for Wilson. He wasn't suffering.

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How could he?! Sit in his office and sulk. He wasn't the only one suffering here. He was certain she'd thought of all the others. She'd slept with Chase, loves House, and was a match made in heaven for Wilson. But no… never Foreman. He loved her. If only she'd get over House.

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She was sad to be going. She loved PPTH. She loved House. She could always take Cuddy up on that offer… But what's the point? Obviously House didn't like her. Yet…

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One hour later –

"See ya!"

"I'll miss you!"

"Come back soon!"

"Bye!"

They were all leaving. Leaving her alone to pack.

There was that one piece of cake left….

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What the heck is she thinking? Can't someone knock? I'm not her boss anymore, but what about respect for your elders? But she has cake…

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"So I guess this is good-bye." She couldn't believe she was saying it.

"Yeah…"

"Well… Bye." She walked over and kissed him on the cheek, and then proceeded to walk out the door.

"Wait!"

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He had kissed her. Told her she couldn't go; he loved her. She said she wasn't going anywhere. Dinner was at eight. He'd pick her up. She was half-sprinting to Cuddy's office. She'd changed her mind.