A/N: Ok, well here we are at the epilogue. I don't think it's good just cause I can't start any new ideas, so it's brief. But, enjoy!!

Epilogue: The next morning and beyond

The next morning, everyone woke up to the sound of Cameron's cell phone alarm buzzing. Cameron stretched her arms above her head, immediately feeling a weight going with her right hand. She glanced at her hand and groaned. She was handcuffed again, to a large stuffed monkey that she had seen in the gift shop the week before.

Foreman and Chase sat up, watching Cameron drag the monkey over to the coffee machine to brew a pot for them.

"Morning," Chase said. Foreman and Cameron snickered.



"What?" Cameron handed him a compact mirror from her purse. Chase's eyes widened. There was a black marker mustache and goatee on his face, along with circles around his eyes. His shoulders slumped.

"We should have stayed up longer last night, gotten him tired before we all turned in."

They looked at Foreman.

"What'd he do to me?" he asked resignedly.

"Shaved your eyebrows," Cameron supplied.

Foreman sighed and held out his hand for the mirror.

"You got off easy," he told Cameron.

House arrived then, coming through the door with a flourish, carrying a box of doughnuts. He stopped on the threshold and took them all in.

"That's for going to bed too early. Think of all the awesome things we could have done to Cuddy's office if you all hadn't wimped out. I brought doughnuts." He dropped the box on the table, and looked at Cameron.

"You want to get uncuffed? I wouldn't though, if I were you. I think King Kong over there likes you."

She ignored him and his smirk, and held out her free hand for the key, which he deposited in her palm. She freed herself and threw the offending cuffs at him. He caught them easily, but threw them back at her.

"Keep 'em. You need 'em more than I do." She didn't say anything, but shoved them in her purse.

SEVERAL DAYS LATER



The mood in the diagnostics department had changed over the last few days. Everyone seemed more comfortable around each other. They told more jokes, teased each other more, taking everything in stride. Even House's comments didn't affect anyone in the same way they used to. They had all had lunch together every day, once with Wilson, twice just the 4 of them.

They had finished one case in practically record time, something Cuddy had been impressed with, although she hadn't vocalized it, for fear of feeding House's ego.

House was in his office at mid afternoon the fourth day after the slumber party, when there was a knock on his door.

"What?"

Cameron entered, walking confidently to his desk and stopping in front of it, waiting until she had his full attention.

"I have my itinerary picked out," she said.

"Excuse me?"

"My itinerary. For my day."

"That's over with." He turned back to the video game he'd been playing.

"It doesn't have to be," she stated. He looked back up at her. She continued.

"We talked about it, and we all would like to keep doing it. It was fun, and there are a lot of things we could all do together."

He thought for a moment, then said, "All right, let's have it." She took a seat on the couch, and began telling him about the day she had planned.

A/N: I'm sorry if this seems open-ended. I didn't mean for it to be. Sorry also that it's so short. I tried to wrap it up, and I don't think I did too well. I'm awful with endings. That said, that is the end of this fic. I want to thank everyone who read and reviewed from the bottom the heart. I never thought I'd get as many comments as I did, since I think it's OOC, and a lot of people don't like that too much. Thanks a lot!!