A/N: Helloooooo. Once again, bones4life here, presenting a one-shot written in about five minutes. Not a happy ending since lately I've been a not so happy hameron shipper. But, I'll get over it. Thanks guys.

There aren't any more words. They've fled, knowing it makes no difference.

She hands the file over to him, years of education telling her that this professionalism is better. Without saying anything, she turns away to walk to her small office, sure that tomorrow will be different.

He looks at her, the pain still etched deeply in his heart. As she leaves, he doesn't watch her, already too familiar with her walking away.

"Dr. Chase?"

Straightening, he taps the file on his palm.

Everything happens eventually. Sometimes, it's hard to accept.

Handing him a bottle of cheap champagne, she politely laughs at his reaction. There will always be a part of her that thinks of him as a friend, though the other part will always think of him as an estranged acquaintance.

He shakes his head, not for the first time wishing he'd been her true friend. His arms opening for her, smelling her hair as she leans into him, he knows he'll never see her again.

"Give 'em hell, Eric Foreman."

One last touch and he pulls away, ready to walk out forever.

Hesitation lines most actions. Sometimes it's easier never to move.

She hands him the file, her father's name above a myriad of numbers. Leaning beside him on the rail, she doesn't make eye contact with him, not sure if she should ask anything of him for personal gain.

Skimming it, he wonders why she's showing him this. Then he realizes that this man is her father and he is the perfect man for this. The words are on his lips before he even has to think them.

"I'm sorry, but if he's stopped responding to treatment..."

He gingerly moves to wrap an arm around her, an act that by now, is second nature.

Release is by nature, pleasurable. Fighting it, is un-natural.

She sighs as she shakes her head, her mind finally made up. There's nothing left for her here, and to be honest, she's tired of being in this place of too many memories.

With a nod of understanding, she wonders if House has anything to do with the woman in front of her leaving.The hospital needs this smart, caring, Immunologist, but the Immunologist does not need this hospital anymore. Hopefully, that's enough.

"Thank you, Cuddy."

She watches the woman walk out, a new found peace on her younger features.

There are so many words. They won't ever be told.

Her bag over her shoulder, she leans against the back of the elevator, relaxation inching into her bones. The thought of never walking back into this place makes her nervous, however, the thought of walking into this hole for thirty more years, frightens her.

The doors open and he doesn't know why she smiles at him. He'd been told by Cuddy that she was leaving, though he hadn't cared enough to tell her good-bye. When she steps up to him, he thinks he should keep walking into the elevator.

"House."

She takes his arm and lets her fingers almost dig into his flesh to stop him from leaving.

He stops, looks down at her, not knowing what she could possibly expect from him after all these years of near-something.

"Thank you." She lets go, stepping back because distance has always been between them and it shouldn't end now.

Pressing the Up arrow button, he turns around.

"See you around, Cameron!"

She falters, but doesn't look back, knowing she'll break under the weight if she does.