Disclaimer: I tried very hard to find a way to own these shows, or at least the actors in them, but I was unsuccessful.

a/N: This is the official Last Chapter. An epilogue, bonus chapter for someone who suggested Ray and Wison hook up. Read on.

Bonus Chapter for zamber (anon user)

Epilogue

two months later

"Sometimes it's just too hard to see them together and think of how much they hurt each other. Maybe I'm still jealous that I never stood a chance, but I'm worried that they won't last and they'll just end up hurting each other again," said Wilson.

He and Ray were out getting a drink after work, something they did on a nearly weekly basis, and talking about their favourite couple, House and Chase.

"House fought hard for Chase, and so long as Chase is happy, so am I," said Ray, taking a long drink of his beer.

"That was beyond cheesy, Ray, it was almost funny."

"Yes, but it's true."

"So we're gonna go with the 'I'm just petty and jealous' theory because I don't share your theory?"

"Which theory is that?"

"That our happiness should be directly related to whether or not they're happy?"

"Ah, that theory. Yes, that sounds good to me." Both men laughed.

"I guess that I did have every chance. So many years of friendship and I never once thought to make a move. I got married, three times, but it was never really what I wanted, just what I knew I should want. And of course it failed-three times-and here I am, in love with my best friend who's already found someone to share his life with. And someone considerably younger than him too."

"Only what, ten-fifteen-years, right? Not too big a deal." Ray asked trying to look and sound unconcerned and uninterested. Wilson looked at him for a second and shook his head, seeing through his façade and calling his bluff.

"You hate it too, so don't even try to pretend otherwise."

"I'm not pretending. I honestly believe that so long as they're happy together, I should share that feeling of joy."

"Bullshit. That theory of yours is absolute bogus and we both know it."

"You're right. I'm just as petty as you are. I miss him, and I'm jealous that he's happy and I'm alone. I hate that I helped him through everything, through all the pain and he still chose to be with the one inflicting it. He's like a victim, in every sense of the word. I can see the words 'he only hits me because he loves me' in everything he does. He just keeps going back to the person who hurts him."

"That's not fair, you don't really know House as well as Chase and I do. He's not that bad."

"I do know that. I know that Chase loves him, and I know that I should be happy for them. And I am. As much as it kills me that I've got nothing I just remember that I'm here, starting a new life and everything seems to be going well enough for me."

"Well enough to include a weekly excursion to the bar with an old gay doctor who's still crying over the loss of a love he never really had."

And after a long moment of silence, Ray said something that he thought he'd never say.

" Wilson, do you ever consider our weekly excursions 'dates'?" Wilson almost chocked on his beer, shocked by the sudden and unexpected bluntness of Ray's statement. It was something he should've been expecting, as Ray's statements were always sudden and usually fairly blunt, but the depth of the question stunned him.

"What?" he sputtered out, unable to gather his thoughts enough to answer the younger doctor.

"Well, we're two single, gay guys that spend three to four hours a week at a bar just hanging out and drinking. Either we're really good friends or…"

"Ray, I…" Wilson trailed off, unable to convince himself that the idea was totally preposterous.

He looked back on the last couple months and realized that he had wondered that for a while himself and had been trying to get up the courage to ask the exact same thing.

Ray was such a different person. He was intelligent and compassionate. He listened and gave educated and accurate responses that were not meant to hurt the person he was talking to. He believed in everything he said, even the total Bullshit, and never said anything with out a reason. He had a sweet laugh and incredible determination. Wilson liked to spend time with him for all these reasons and more.

Ray was still a musician. Even after leaving everything behind he'd still pick up his guitar and play a soft melody. On the rare occasion that they had dinner at one of their homes Ray would play some music. Some that he'd written and some that he'd learned. He loved sharing his art, his passion, with Wilson. They were becoming fast friends, despite their rocky start, and he found himself leaning on Wilson the way Chase had leaned on him; just to know that somebody cared about what was going on.

Wilson had found out early on that there was something about Ray that you just had to love. Whether it was his honesty, his sincerity, or his intensity, he was truly one of a kind. Wilson had begun to wonder how Chase had ever left this kind soul behind him, and how he could have gotten through the last month with out Ray's strange philosophy on life and intense belief that they would survive without the ones that were never really theirs.

Ray broke through his thoughts, believing that the long silence was because he'd said something wrong. Wilson looked into those soft, kind eyes as the musician spoke.

"Look, I'm sorry I pushed, I just want to know what we are, and where we stand," said Ray, running his fingers though his dark, but unspiked, hair. "That's just the kind of person I am."

"No, its not that, it's okay, it's just…I was actually…I was trying to figure that out myself."

"So where are we? Is this a relationship or not? Because I'm okay with either. I don't want to push, and I definitely don't want to loose your friendship. We have so much in common…I just wondered if there was something more, or even a chance of something more."

"I think…" Wilson took a deep breath and held it for several seconds before nodding slowly. "I think it is."

"Really?" asked Ray.

"Really," replied Wilson. Ray nodded a few times, as if trying to wrap his mind around the statement. When he looked up again he smiled and raised his beer towards Wilson. "Well then; here's to us, and getting over our exes and on with our lives. Together." Wilson clinked his bottle against Ray's and nodded in agreement.

"Together."

End

A/N: And with that I leave you. I ended up pairing almost everyone off, and I think I've ended on a good note. I hope you enjoyed this, as I have enjoyed writting it. I didn't mean for the last chapter to take so long to get up, but I had no internet for the last two weeks. Thank you for reading.