Oh, my gosh! This is the last part of my first ever fanfic! The endings are always bitter sweet, and believe me, I could have dragged this out longer, but I didn't want to completely blow it. Tell me if I should write any more House fan fictions, please! (Well, I guess it doesn't matter, because I will anyways.) Thanks for every and all reviews 

Chapter 9

He wheeled around to face her, and there she stood, in a too-big hoodie and baggy blue flannel pants. Her hair was down and uncombed, but it was curly because of the moister in the air. She was beautiful.

"So…why are you here?" House asked, trying to create the illusion that he didn't want to see Cameron.

"I want my job back."

"Oh."

House didn't know what to say. He genuinely had not expected this. She had been so damn irritable when he had seen her at the gym.

"You want to come back." Again, a statement, not a question.

Cameron could have said something sarcastic and snotty, but she didn't. "Yes."

"Sure. You start tomorrow."

Cameron paused. She had driven 10 miles in a mad rush just for this?

"It's that easy?" she asked, confused. They had both forgotten about Vanessa.

House thought for a moment. "No, it's not. You have to solve her problem." He gestured to Vanessa. "Tell Dr. Cameron you're problem."

Vanessa sighed, rolled her eyes, and faced Cameron. " After I put these jeans on this morning, I got a tingling in my toes and now I can hardly feel them and it's so friggin uncomfortable that I came here. To see him. But now I'm seeing you."

Cameron didn't even think. "You're jeans are too tight around you're thigh. It's cutting off the circulation to the bottom half of you're legs and your feet, especially you're toes."

As House stifled a laugh and Vanessa gaped, Cameron opened the door and helped Vanessa out. "Go to the bathroom and take off your jeans. If I'm right, go to the front desk and ask where you can get another pair of pants. If I'm not, come back."

Vanessa nodded in amazement and put her hands on her thighs as she left and ran unevenly down the hallway. She turned to look at Dr. House with hope in her eyes.

"Do I get to come back?"

House smiled. "Yeah, you get to come back. That was impressive, Cameron. Damn impressive."

"Thank you." Cameron made for the door but stopped. There was an empty feeling inside of her. Every second it got bigger and bigger. She stood still in the threshold as tears filled her eyes. She turned back around. House was still sitting, as if he felt the same thing.

"Greg, there's something here we're neglecting?"

He didn't skip a beat. "Yes, there is. You're shirt sweater says Harvard. New Jersey is the Princeton state."

Cameron's heart beat faster. "Oh, B.S.! You know exactly what I'm talking about, House! I like you! You like me! Why can't you just say it?"

House looked off to the side for a long time while tears streamed down Cameron's cheeks. Then, in barely a whisper, he said,

"I think I like you."

"What?" Cameron asked, taking two steps towards him.

"I like you." He said, louder, but just barely.

Cameron could hear this just fine, but she said, "what?"

"I think I love you." House was back to a whisper, taking a step towards her, but it was more like a shuffle.

"A little louder." Cameron couldn't hold back the smile. It was busting out of her.

This time, House didn't hesitate. He spoke at the volume he would normally speak. "I think I…love you."

Before they knew it, they were less than 6 inches away from each other, Cameron lost in the depth of House's eyes, and House not bothering to look away, even for a second.

"It's good to know you can say that." She said, standing up to her full height so they were eye level with each other. Then, simultaneously, their lips touched.

They seemed to kiss for a long time. It was as if days passed, months even. It was sweet and gentle, which was not what Allison Cameron expected of Greg House. When he pulled away, there were a million stars in her eyes.

She shlumped back into her normal posture and put her forehead in his shirt. "What was that?" Her voiced was muffled.

"I don't know." House answered. "That was…weird."

Cameron looked up. "It was nice."

House didn't say anything. There was a silence, but it wasn't uneasy.

"So… what do we do now?" Cameron asked. Her arms were still tightly wrapped around House's waist, and his around hers.

"Talk about it over Ice- cream?" House suggested. Cameron smiled a bit. "That sounds good." She grabbed his hand, tugged at it, telling him to follow her out. As soon as she turned around, Cameron could practically feel House's eyes on her butt.

"You're ass is cute." He said. Cameron hoped he was referring to the words on her pants, but somehow she didn't mind. She turned her head, with a spark still in her eyes and smiled at him. Sure enough, he followed.

Vanessa never came back.

As it happened, Wilson had viewed all of this from the corner. His original intent wasn't to spy, but when he saw Cameron taking steps towards House, and he knew he had to stick around.

Wilson watched House trail Cameron out of the exam room like a puppy, thinking how damn good he really was. He had played match-maker for them, after all. He had made this relationship work, after all. He had played Cupid, for God's sake!

Would it last? Could it last? Wilson didn't know. He didn't want to think about it, he just wanted to bask in his brilliantness.

Wilson leaned up against the door, remembering what House had said Cameron asked him the night she left.

"Do you like me?"

"No."

Dr. Wilson smiled to himself, leaned up aginst the wall.

"Sure."

THE END