Thank you to all of my readers for taking this journey with me. I'm so happy you read my work.

Now, I present to you all, the final installment in The Scarlet Sky.

House opened his eyes, staring at the ceiling. A steady beep echoed in his ears. His head ached profusely. What was going on?

"Greg?" Scarlett's voice was quiet and sullen.

He groaned and turned his head to the side. Scarlett stared at him from above. She was wearing her glasses, "You're okay!" She smiled, "You're really okay…"

"Why wouldn't I be?" House touched his forehead, feeling bandages across his skull.

Scarlett brushed her hand beneath her nose, "You were in an accident."

House tried to recall anything that had happened in the past twenty four hours.

"You were coming over to my place just as my parents were leaving," she grasped his hand and squeezed it. "And then my dad ran a stop light just as you were coming across the intersection…"

The doctor sat up slowly, "How long have I been out?"

"About a day and a half," Scarlett nodded brushing back her hair. "They thought you'd be in a coma or something. The way you hit your head."

"What about your parents?" House moved backward, leaning his head on the bed.

She sighed, "My mom has a broken hand, dad needed a few stitches, my brother was fine as usual."

"Your brother came too?" House felt a deep pain in his leg.

"And they know about you," Scarlett bit her lip.

The door swooshed open. "Scarlett?"

Scarlett smiled lightly and House, "Hey, dad."

"So…" he kicked his feet forward, entering the room. "You do have a man in your life."

She patted House's hand, "Yeah. Yeah, I do."

"You're lucky I already yelled at her," her father turned to House.

House frowned, "Is that supposed to make me feel better?"

He didn't reply to the question, "Scarlett is special."

"I know," House smiled.

Scarlett bit the inside of her cheek, "Dad, please."

"And you better take good care of her," Tom crossed his arms. "It takes a lot for her to fall in love. Let alone with someone so…"

"Cynical, I know," the doctor rolled his eyes. "But you don't have to worry. She takes care of me."

Scarlett closed her eyes and smiled. Wilson entered the room, "Oh, great. You're not in a coma."

"So who ended up telling daddy dearest about us?" House stared at Wilson, expecting him to confess.

"I did," Scarlett blushed.

Tom shrugged, "It was hard not to tell through all the crying and the shouting…"

"Oh, God," she turned. "That's embarrassing."

"That is really embarrassing," House looked at her.

Wilson patted his brother on the back, "See? When you take a step back they're cute together."

Scarlett met House's gaze and leaned her head on his shoulder. She whispered, "I missed you, Greg. I really did."

"You're a big cry baby," he wrapped his arm around her, despite the pain filtering through his body.

She touched his chest, "But I care about you. I really do."

"I know you do," House pursed his lips.

Scarlett looked up, "Can we have a minute alone?"

Wilson and Tom stepped out of the room and shut the door behind them.

"I'm sorry," her eyes filled up with tears. "I'm sorry that I pushed you away. That you thought I was ashamed of you. Of us…"

House didn't reply, but instead delicately kissed her. Putting her hand on his cheek, Scarlett melted into his arms. As they pulled away from one another, she beamed, "So now what?"

"One, you move back in," he rolled his head around to see her face again.

"Check."

"Two," House patted her leg. "We elope to Las Vegas."

Scarlett's eyes widened, "Wait, Greg-"

"Shush! I have one more condition," he lowered his voice. "You don't ever pretend to not be with me. Ever again."

Scarlett was still awe struck, "You want to elope?"

House chuckled, "Well, I don't know."

"I…" she felt her heart beat quicken. "I suppose that's an offer I can't refuse."

He kissed her again, this time not holding anything back. This whole journey had been worth it. Everything from the first time they met, to the time she left, and when they found one another. It was all worth it.

Scarlett broke the kiss, "I have a condition also."

"Now wait a second-"

"Just one," she whispered. "That we laugh like the first time we smiled at one another, that we love like the first time we kiss, and that we live with our hearts wide open for one another."

House paused, "I count three."

Scarlett beamed, "I love you, House."

"I told you, call me Greg," he smirked, pushing a lock of hair out of her face. "And I love you."

House kissed Scarlett's forehead.

He couldn't wait for the next chapter to unfold.

And neither could she.