Author's Note: And this is the end. I'm not sure how much I like the ending, but endings have never been easy for me to write.

He hears the ticking of the clocks

And walks along with a parrot that talks,

Hunts her down by the waterfront docks where the sailors all come in.

Maybe she'll pick him out again, how long must he wait

Once more for a simple twist of fate.

Wilson smoothly pulled the car into an empty parking space at the train station. House hobbled out of the car as quickly as he could. Wilson followed behind him.

House stuck out his cane and pushed open the glassdoor. The inside terminal was nearly empty, save for a few zealous businessmen, lawyers with early court dates in other cities, and a few other sundry people scattered throughout the spacious room. He scanned the room looking for her, but didn't see her.

Wilson nudged him gently in the arm and pointed to a People magazine cover that was suspended in the air by two human hands on each side. House noticed that the hands gripping the magazine were turning white with the force of the grip on the glossy paper. He looked at Wilson and he smiled at him. Go ahead, was the silent nod.

House left Wilson and he limped to Cameron, who was sitting on a chair in the middle of a row of them. He sat down in the chair next to her.

"Cameron, listen…"
She lowered her magazine and House realized that this wasn't Cameron. Yes, the brown ponytail was the same, but it wasn't the face of the women he wanted.

"Um, I'm sorry. I think you have the wrong person," she commented gently.

"Yeah, I'm sorry," he responded and got up quickly.

Wilson looked at him sympathetically from where he was stationed in the corner. House shrugged and looked around the room one more time.

"The 6:30 train bound for Philadelphia, Pennsylvania will be leaving in five minutes. Please collect your belongings and be ready to board," the loudspeaker blared.

House put his head down and shuffled over to where Wilson was standing in the corner. As soon as he got over to where Wilson was standing, Wilson shot him another sympathetic glance.

"Let's go," Wilson told him gently.

House shook his head affirmatively and looked around the station one more time. His eyes landed on a door opening in the corner. It was the bathroom, he decided, the women's bathroom and emerging from it was Cameron.

Her eyes locked on his and she almost dashed back into the sanctuary of the toilet-filled room, but he stopped her.

"Cameron, we need to talk," he told her gruffly.

The other people barely paid any attention to them as House issued his command from the other side of the room.

"No, no we don't," she told him audibly.

"You are not leaving. That'd be foolish. Don't be noble. Be human," he pleaded with her with an overlying tone of sarcasm in his voice.

"For once in your life can you be sincere about something?" She asked.

There was no Wilson and businessmen and trains surrounding them. There was House and there was Cameron. There was love and there was hate and neither of them wanted to confront what they knew was the truth.

"The 6:30 train to Philadelphia is preparing to leave. Please start boarding now."

People started moving around and getting their baggage. They moved around House who stood in the middle of the room, but he never broke his eye contact with Cameron.

"I have to go," she informed him briskly as she broke their eye link and started to gather her stuff.

He walked up to her and grabbed her arm to stop her from moving.

"At the end of the day, when they asked me if I loved you, I had to say no. I did it for you and myself. And if you leave because you believe that, well, then you're a self-sacrificing fool," he told her through clenched teeth.

Her eyes would not meet his and started to fill. His heart started to ache. She was going to leave and he'd go home and wish that he were not a bastard who used his sarcasm to hide a tortured soul.

"I have to go," she repeated.

"No, no you don't."

He grabbed her upper arms and pressed her to him. She dropped the suitcase that she had been holding. His lips found hers and they gave her every incentive to stay. A lone clapping of hands sounded throughout the now empty train terminal.

"Wilson…" House started, breaking the kiss for only a mere second.

"This…is…beautiful. Where's the camera when you need it?" Wilson comically sniffled as he watched his best friend find a small bit of happiness.

"It's not supposed to happen like this, is it? Aren't we supposed to be floundering in our own misery?" Cameron asked.

"Who says this can't be un-miserable? Last time I checked, you thought religion was nonexistent, and thus that negates a higher power having anything to do with this."

She smiled and both of them knew that she wouldn't be leaving on the train to Philly.

And he knew that the wine he was going to use to assuage his grief, would not be drunken alone.

He had come to get her, and now, they would leave the station…

Together.

End