a/n: sorry this took so long. This is the last chapter. I really hope you enjoyed, and thank you so much for the reviews!

a/n2: sorry if House is a little OOC...I'm not used to writing happy endings ;-)

"Why was there a pill on your desk?"

Wilson did not answer.

"You wanted me to find it, didn't you?"

Still no answer.

House nodded and turned toward Wilson, "I'm glad I did."

Wilson smiled out of courtesy and House noticed for the first time the fatigue evident in his friend's face.

"But don't repeat that. I don't want people thinking I'm all soft on the inside. Because I'm not," House was trying for a little humor. Wilson rubbed his forehead."Ah, trust me, nobody thinks you're a softy," he sighed.

"You need help," House said bluntly, startling Wilson.

"I know," Wilson whispered.

"I need to tell Cuddy," House continued.

Wilson dropped his head back.

"You know I need to. It would be irresponsible if I didn't."

"When has being responsible ever mattered to you before?"

"She's Cuddy. She'll understand."

"Maybe we could just pretend none of this happened. Like a bad dream or something."

This time, House didn't answer.

"I know, I know," Wilson conceded.

The two sat in silence for a few moments. House started the car and began to pull out of the parking lot. He stopped suddenly, and Wilson turned to him, "What's wrong?"

House tilted his head slightly, "We're at the airport."

"Yeah, remember? The whole sending-me-to-rehab thing?" Wilson asked sarcastically.

House rolled his eyes at him, "Why waste this car trip?"

"What are you suggesting? That because we drove to the airport we might as well go to Disney World?" Wilson was getting irritated.

"If that's where you want to go," House smiled.

"You can't be serious," Wilson's tone betrayed him.

"Why not?" House asked again.

Wilson bit his lip, "What about Cuddy?"

"We'll call her when we get there," House replied.

"Call her when we get where?"

"Where ever you want to go."

"Come on, House. Can we stop this and just go back? I'm tired," Wilson stopped entertaining the idea.

"You're right," House sighed.

"I am? I mean, I am."

"Yeah, I'd be worrying all weekend that you would try to off yourself," House pulled out of the parking lot.

"Ah, don't worry about that. It was stupid."

They drove in silence the rest of the way. House parked next to Wilson's car behind the hospital and placed a call to Cuddy to let her know what had happened.

House listened for a long while, giving monosyllabic responses. When he hung up, Wilson looked to him in anticipation.

"She wants you to go straight to her house. She doesn't want to wait until the morning to sort this out," House said calmly.

"You're coming, too, right?" Wilson suddenly sounded scared.

"Well, I had a date with my TV tonight, but I think she'll understand."

Wilson didn't move to get out of the car.

"Hey, remember the rehab fund I mentioned before?"

Wilson nodded.

"I wasn't kidding about that. I have a few grand socked away just in case Cuddy ever forced me into a real facility."

Wilson nodded again.

"I have absolutely no intention of ever going to rehab."

"Why are you telling me this?"

"Because I also wasn't kidding when we were at the airport about taking an impromptu vacation. When you start to feel better, we'll go somewhere. Cuddy can come, too, if she wants."

Wilson laughed.

"Not kidding!" House said in mock anger.

"And if we do go to Disney, we can cut all the lines because of the cane," House smiled.

"Sounds like a plan," Wilson smiled the first genuine smile House had seen from him in a long while.

They pulled out of the parking lot and drove toward Cuddy's.

The End