Author's notes: As my classes have started up again, I'll probably be taking a bit longer to post everything. This is also due to the fact that I am taking my time writing this. My first posted draft was rushed, which was due to me wanting to get everything down before my storyline started blurring and details were lost.

So expect longer chapters and more information.

Reviews are appreciated, but if they are Mary Sue critiques, they will not be in my mailbox for long. Ye Be Warned.

Ch. 8 Marriage Proposals and Overseas Calls

House had slipped back into Angela's room while she was still asleep. Lily was sitting there reading when he came in.

"She still asleep?" House asked quietly. Lily nodded.

"Yeah. She was… awake for a second, but then she went unconscious again. I'm starting to worry."

House's eyes narrowed. He glanced at the IV then back at Lily. The drugs? It could have been. He decided to ask and see if Lily knew anything. "Did the anesthesiologist say anything about the drugs he gave her?"

"Just that it might last a bit longer than usual because of Angela's… sensitivity." House still looked pensive. "Well, I'm going to stay here with her for a while. I'll let you know if there's something wrong." Lily stood up and went to House, planting a kiss on his cheek.

"I'm glad you're here. And I'm glad you love Angela. She deserves it." Lily left the room and closed the door. House sat next to Angela and took her hand in his. With his other hand, he pulled out the ring box. Opening it, he pulled the ring out and slipped it on her finger. Now all he had to do was wait for her to wake up.

Angela opened her eyes and looked around the room. House was sitting next to the bed, sleeping, his arms folded on the bed, and his head down. Angela rubbed her face with her hands, but froze. Pulling her right hand away, she saw the most beautiful Claddaugh she had ever seen on her ring finger. Her mouth was open as she looked from the ring to House. She couldn't believe it. The man was so sweet it was amazing. Not wanting to wake him, she reached for one of the books Lily or someone had left on the bedside table.

After about an hour, House roused. He looked up and saw that Angela was reading. "How are you feeling?" He asked, watching her closely.

"Amazingly, I feel really good. Leg hurts a bit, but it's not bad."

"That's good. Listen, there's something I want to ask you." Angela's eyes twinkled as she met House's blue eyes.

"Yes?"

House took Angela's right hand. "First, I want to say that I absolutely love you and that I want you to know I'd do anything for you."

Angela's twinkle dimmed slightly. That didn't sound like a marriage proposal. "Okay," she said, hesitantly. "This sounds slightly ominous."

"I'm an embittered narcotic addict with a bum leg."

"And I'm a disillusioned 250-year-old Immortal who's just had her leg amputated due to her ex being possessed by an evil wizard. What's your point?" House sighed.

"I love you. But if you don't want to be with me… I'd understand. I'll leave." Angela gaped at him. "Are you thick? I love you. And if you left, I'd track you down. Of course it'll take a while, seeing as how I'd have to hop after you, but I bet I'd still beat you in a race."

"Then I have one final question." Angela's right eyebrow lifted. "I'm waiting."

"Will you marry me?" Angela's mind grew dizzy with joy. "Greg… I will. Of course I will!" House leaned over to kiss her just as Lily opened the door.

"Lily, guess what?" Angela said, gleefully. "I'm getting married! Greg proposed!" Lily continued to stand in the doorway. "Congratulations. I'm really happy for you."

"Thanks. Oh, how's Harry?"

Lily beamed. "Well, I thought maybe you'd like to ask him yourself." She stepped aside and Harry came in. He looked much better, and there was a huge grin on his face. House stood up and stepped away from the bed. Harry ran forward and hugged his godmother. Angela put her arms around him. "Oh, I'm so glad you're alright, Harry. I was worried."

"I was worried, too. When Mum told me about what happened to you… I just got you back in my life. I don't want to lose you again so soon."

Lily came up to her son. "Come on, Harry. Let's let Angela and Dr. House have some time alone." Harry complied, begrudgingly. Lily shooed him out and then winked as she closed the door. Angela looked at House.

"So, what do you think? Married by August, and honeymooning in September?" House looked at Angela warily. "Don't you think that's pushing it?"

"Look, in day or two, the wound will be perfectly healed. Then I just have to get back on my feet."

"And you think you can do that in less than two months?" Angela glared at him.

"Yes. Why?" House sighed and tried to come up with a possible argument.

"Look, despite the fact that you're immortal, you're still going to have a good bit of work ahead of you." House looked deep into Angela's beautiful eyes. Eyes that betrayed just how much pain she was really in.

"You're in pain. And don't bother trying to lie because your eyes tell me the truth." Angela said nothing. She did hurt. Her leg was really sore and her back still felt achy from when she landed on the car. She didn't want to admit it. Nor did she want to admit that a part of her was afraid to be weak. Afraid to appear impaired. But as she looked into House's eyes, she saw some of the same fears reflected in him.

"I'm scared, Greg. Afraid I'm…"

"Never going to have a normal life?" Angela nodded.

"I know, Angela. I felt the same. You'll be okay. You're way tougher than I was. It'll be hard, but I think if you really want to try, I think you can be fine by August." Angela smiled. "I love you."

"And I love you. So… an August wedding, eh?"

Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital, New Jersey

Cameron had gotten to the hospital early to look over the pending cases to see if there were any cases that needed her attention. Stepping into House's former office, she stopped. It still seemed strange to come in here and not see the grizzled diagnostician. Sitting at the desk, she looked over the medical files, trying to absorb House's medical intuition. She was so absorbed in the reading that she jumped from the chair when she heard the phone ring. She took a second to calm down before answering.

"Dr. Cameron." She was surprised to hear House's voice. Why in the world would he be calling? More specifically, why would he be calling her? "How are you faring without me? Cuddy throw a party yet?"

"No. Dr. House, is there something wrong?" Cameron could almost see the smirk on his face as he said, "Why does something have to be wrong for me to call and check in?"

"Well, I, uh…. So why did you call?"

"Well, I just wanted to leave a quick message that I'm getting married." Cameron's jaw dropped. She didn't just hear that. House was…? No. No, it was a trick. A joke. He just met Angela McKeaten a week ago. He couldn't be seriously considering… He was getting married?

"Cameron? Are you still there?"

"Yeah, I-I'm here. I-Is, uh, Miss McKeaten…."

"Yes, she's the one I'm marrying. Are there any other questions?" Cameron smiled. She could sense the joy in her old boss's voice. It was refreshing after all that time he was miserable. Cameron saw that Chase and Foreman were coming into the meeting room.

"Dr. House, did you want to talk to Chase or Foreman?"

"Nah, I'll let you break the news. Buh-bye."

"Dr. Hou- House?" But House had already hung up. Staring at the phone, she muttered, "Nice talking to you, too." Hanging up, she gathered the files on the desk and stepped into the meeting room. "Morning, boys," she said, cheerfully. Foreman looked at her. "What do we have this morning? Anything good?"

"See for yourselves," Cameron replied, tossing the files on the table. "Nothing too fascinating." Then she smirked and replied in an undertone. "Unless you count House getting married."

"What did you say?" Chase asked, looking confused. Cameron smiled. Foreman's eyes narrowed. "You're kidding, right? House is… actually settling down? Why does idea scare me?"

"Well, you said it yourself, Cameron," Chase said, smiling. "This woman… Angela, isn't it? She's House's soul mate."

"I know what I said," Cameron protested. "But he's still only known this woman about a week."

Chase shrugged. "So? If he's in love with her and wants to marry her, I'm all for it." Foreman nodded in agreement.

"I hate to say it, but Chase has a point. If House is actually happy, then what's the problem?"

"I guess," Cameron said, quietly. "So… which case do you think we should start with?"