A/N: Thank you everyone for reading! This is the last chapter :)

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Us Against the World

"There is no one else that

I can say this to

And there is nothing better than to talk to you…"

"It's beautiful." Amber stuck one foot into the sand as she looked up and around. "It's been too long since I've been to the beach."

"Well, it's your day, isn't it?" Wilson asked.

"It's yours, too," Amber reminded him.

"Yeah, but you're his fourth wife, and he's only your first husband." House cocked his head to the side, "That we know of, at least. I haven't given up on my theory that you're an evil black widow sent to suck Wilson's life force out of him."

Amber rolled her eyes.

"Some days, House, I'm not even sure that you're trying anymore. I think you've gone soft in your old age."

"Oh, you'll know when I've hit old age. I'll make sure you do."

"I'm sure everyone in the next few states will know, too," Amber said with a snort. "There we go. Up ahead. There's everybody."

She pointed to where Cuddy, Masters, Foreman, Taub, Chase and even Tritter and Miranda were standing, all dressed up for the occasion.

"Are you ready?" Wilson asked her, and she nodded.

"I'm ready. After all of this… I think I'm ready for anything." She put out her hand and Wilson grasped it.

"Do you, Amber Volakis, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

House had joked about getting a minister's license, but Wilson had prevailed and gotten a justice of the peace to come out for them.

"I do." The wind whipped through, and Amber brushed a piece of blonde hair out of her face. She smiled.

Something in the world was good. Something in the world was right. She had been hoping that it would be so for so very long, that someone would come to her and love her. That she could stop fighting for a few minutes, stop having to rush against the waves. That she could be someone who was respected and loved at the same time.

And it was here.

The ring was heavy on her finger, and Wilson's lips were gentle and feathery against her own. The world was at peace. For now, at least.

It wasn't like it was going to be easy. The things they had been through, the things that had been done – they would be with them forever, sleeping next to them in bed and whispering threats in their ears, hanging on their backs at every patient consolation and every time they went to lunch.

But they were together, the three of them. And in some crazy sort of way, that made sense.

House was giving her away, but really, he was giving Wilson away.

But really, they were together. A chain that could never be broken.

Tritter and Miranda were standing on the shoreline, gazing out at the horizon. Amber walked over to them.

"I'm surprised that you two came. I mean, even with recent events, you and House aren't exactly bosom buddies."

Tritter shrugged.

"What's that about fire-forged friends?" he asked. "I wanted to make sure everyone was okay. And I guess I couldn't give up a chance to attend a beach-front wedding, either."

Miranda grinned.

"Michael will go anywhere, so long as there's free food to be had."

Amber chuckled.

"What's this 'Michael'?" she asked. "Weren't you calling him a twit or something like that before?"

"Trit, actually," Miranda corrected, "And… I don't know." She looped her arm around Tritter's, pulling him in to her side. "We've gotten a little closer. But I'll probably still call him Trit, a lot. It seems to fit him."

Tritter ignored all this in favor of nodding in Amber's direction.

"Congratulations, Dr. Volakis," he told her, "I'm sure you and Dr. Wilson will be very happy together."

"No, you're not… But thank you anyway, Detective."

Tritter offered his hand, and Amber shook it.

"And if you ever fall off a horse or something… Feel free to call one of us," Amber said, before nodding and heading back to where Wilson and House were talking.

"House, what are you telling my husband?"

House smiled.

"Only that fourth time's the charm."

Amber wrapped her arms around Wilson and pressed their lips together. It was the start of something, and everything was going to be okay.

* "Us Against the World" by Play