The day after Season 8 Episode 22.
Tears
She breaks.
Finally.
Years of being a doctor and she has never broken, not once.
Not when the baby choked to death, not when the little girl's heart stopped beating and not even when Chase got stabbed.
But that was because he didn't die. If he had, she wouldn't have forgiven herself.
It could have been her on the floor. It should have been her on that floor with the scalpel in the heart.
"Hey!"
Jessica Adams feels a gentle hand brush against her shoulder and a sharp tingle travels up her spine, paralyzing her to the chair.
She looks up slowly.
It's him.
Robert Chase, handsome as ever, broad shouldered with perfect brown hair and striking blue oceanic eyes.
Her heart does another tap dance because that is the effect that he always has on her.
Adams puts on a brave smile and tries to wipe away her tears and hide her
"It is okay to cry." He assures her.
His soothing words penetrate her mask and it falls off completely.
Adams weeps like a child, like the little girl patient who just died.
"Hey." Chase takes a deep breath and hesitates but gives into his impulses. Sure, she could get the wrong idea from his gesture but he has to comfort her, right?
Maybe he wants this.
A cool comforting sensation washes over her body and she feels immense torrents of pleasure, as he wraps his arms around her.
She hugs him back.
They melt into each other's arms and it feels natural.
Her forehead brushes up against his stubbled chin and the abrasion tickles her. He scratches back.
She looks into his teeming beautiful blue eyes and sees uncertainty, mixed with torrents of hope.
Adams decides to take her chance now by raising her head and leaning forward.
"Uh…" Chase pulls back quickly, which is difficult because his pants are getting tighter.
Adams blushes profusely, her cheeks fluttering with blood and she looks down embarrassed, unsure of what to say.
"Hey." Chase grabs her hands, squeezes them and helps her up.
Adams faces him, not knowing what to expect.
"Do you…wanna get a drink?" Chase gawks at his own question because he was not expecting it.
But he knows that it is what he wanted.
Chase waits for a response, hoping for a yes but expecting a no. He'd deserve it because he rejected her when he turned her down for a drink. It wasn't because he didn't like her. He just wasn't ready at the time.
Adams pinches herself slowly to make sure that she isn't dreaming. The guy who she has been crushing on for the past year is asking her out. The guy who turned her down for a date wants her now.
This is surreal.
"Yes!" The response bubbles up so quickly that Adams has to giggle at herself.
Chase breaks into a glowing smile.
Leave
"Here." Allison Cameron gives the papers to him.
"Good. I will submit these then." Her third now ex husband puts the papers inside the envelope.
They walk away without a kiss, without a hug, without even a polite handshake.
Last time she got divorced, Cameron got to have good bye sex with her second husband. That wonderful loving man, who was always there for her until she pushed him out of her life.
She really did love Robert Chase but she blew it big time. Seeing him again at House's funeral last week made Cameron realize how much she missed him but he didn't seem too thrilled to see her. Just distant. Maybe the solemnity of the moment but it still hurt.
To be ignored by a man whom she still loves.
It's over.
All of her relationships are.
First the dying guy. Then Robert and now this third husband.
Now, Cameron's sole goal is to be the best part time mother she can be to her baby son.
Drinking Vicodin
"Stop right there and zoom in." Eric Foreman instructs the technological specialist.
The specialist zooms into the security footage.
"Wilson!" Foreman falls backwards when he sees the man on the screen. "Play the footage."
Foreman gasps as he sees James Wilson set the name tag under the chair and walk out the door.
"So it was Wilson all along." Foreman realizes. "It wasn't House!"
"House, where do you want to go next?" Wilson asks the empty space in the parking lot.
He blinks twice and pinches himself when he realizes that no one is there.
"House?!" Wilson cries out. "House!"
No answer.
Gregory House is nowhere to be found.
"Where did you go?" Wilson's heart pounds violently and he hops off of his motorcycle to throw up in the bushes.
His wig falls off and becomes drenched in puke.
"Uh!" Wilson wrinkles his nose. "The pain is getting worse."
He pops another six Vicodin and slams his eyes shut.
"We gotta go."
Wilson opens his eyes to a familiar voice.
"House! There you are!" Wilson exclaims. "I was calling for you. Where were you?"
"I am not here." House smiles sadly. "You know that."
"No! No!" Wilson reaches out frantically to grab House's hand but his entire being dissipates into the fog.
"Stop crying and get up." Another familiar voice.
"Amber!" Wilson tries to grab her blonde hair but it is untouchable. "What is happening to me?"
Amber breaks into her signature cutthroat bitchy smirk. "You know exactly what is going on."
Wilson's gaunt eyes darken as reality sinks in.
"This is embarrassing." Wilson reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out his phone.
SHUT UP YOU IDIOT
Just a spam call and message.
Wilson storms out of the funeral and heads to his car.
He drives up to the apartment and looks towards the stairs.
There he is, sitting there in plain sight, like nothing happened.
"How?" Wilson is speechless.
"I died in that fire." House shows Wilson his singed hand.
Suddenly, his entire body morphs into a half baked reddish, black blob.
"No!" Wilson reaches but the ashes crumble to the floor and dissolve into the sewer.
"No! No! No!" Wilson screams.
"It is true." This time, it is Lawrence Kutner. "House is dead. The ashes at the funeral were his ashes. You are hallucinating. The phone call and message were spam. It was your phone. There was no one at the stairs. You left that name tag under Foreman's desk because you figured that it was something that House would have done. You went on that motorcycle ride on your own."
Wilson collapses on his knees and moans in agony.
He is truly alone.
Drinks
"Where do you think that Wilson went?" Adams clicks her glass against Chase's.
"No idea." Chase shrugs. "I was pretty relieved when he stormed out. People were getting...aggravated."
"Yeah. House's old girlfriend (Stacy), his mom and Dominika looked like they wanted to smack him." Adams recalls. "Foreman seemed pretty mad too."
"He seems to have cheered up. I caught him laughing in his office. He was looking at some name tag." Chase says.
"You sure he will be okay with us taking a drink during hospital hours?" Adams wonders.
"Do not worry. Far as I am concerned, case is closed." Chase winks.
Adams bursts into more tears.
"Hey." Chase squeezes her hand again.
This time, she struggles to hold back and she gets a little wet.
"I was...I never...I knew…" Adams blabbers.
"Yeah. Didn't expect that girl (Emily, from Season 8 Episode 19), to come back to us as a patient. That has never happened before." Chase laments.
"She was supposed to live to be twenty." Adams wipes away her tears.
"Yeah. She was." Chase fights back his own tears.
"On a happier note, how have you been. You left weeks ago and you have only been back for a short time." Adams puts on a brave smile.
"Been bored honestly." Chase admits. "I had a lot of fun at PPTH and I was stupid to leave."
"Yeah you were." Adams scoffs.
"Hey!" Chase playfully slaps her arm and her smile disappears, replaced by a look of unease.
Chase catches the drift and he looks down awkwardly. He is leading her on and he is going to hurt her if he doesn't end this soon. He's her boss and it is not right.
"Anyway, I think that we better…" Chase begins.
"Chase." Adams reaches out and squeezes his hand firmly, sending a pleasurable chill up his spine.
Adams takes another deep breath and processes the moment before speaking. Now is her chance.
"Fire!" The bartender screams. "Fire! Get out!"
Sure enough, there is a burning blaze coming from the back of the bar.
"Let's go!" Chase instinctively grabs Adams by the arm and rushes her out of the bar.
He's saving me from danger! An awestruck, lovesick Adams basks in the glory of the moment.
Ashes
"Danforth!" Blythe House greets the old man at the door.
"Blythe! I was just about to..." Danforth exclaims.
"Our son!" Blythe shoves the black urn into his hands.
Danforth almost drops it. "Our what?"
"It is the easy way out." Fake House is back to lecturing Wilson.
"Shut up. You are not here." Wilson tries to drown out the illusion.
"Neither was Amber and I saw her all the time." House reminds him. "Ditch the Vicodin!"
"F you!" Wilson snaps. "I went out of my way to be there for you and you didn't have the decency to half the same for me."
"I am dead, Wilson." House reminds him again. "Your anger will not change that."
Wilson rolls his eyes and walks away. Once he is at the river, he eats thirty Vicodin and pukes his guts out.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Danforth asks.
"You, John House and Thomas Bell were the three men that I was saw. Course, John was my husband. I knew that Greg wasn't John's but John would have hunted us down if we left." Blythe clinches her fist.
"And Thomas?" Danforth is hesitant to ask.
"He and I got married right after John's death. Actually, Greg assumed that Thomas was his father and I played along. He probably found out the truth eventually." Blythe shrugs. "Anyway, Thomas also died last week."
"I met our daughter." Danforth changes the subject.
"Our daughter!?" Blythe perks up with interest. "She is out there!"
"Yes. She came to me last month. She is a mother and a grandmother. Seven kids, fifteen grandkids. So we are great grandparents!"
"Wow!" Blythe has flashbacks to the day she gave birth to her daughter. She'd been in high school at the time and her sweetheart Danforth was going to marry her.
Then, her parents and his parents intervened, forcing them to give the baby away for adoption.
It was a cheap way for his parents to get rid of a problem and an easy way for her parents to wash their hands of responsibility. By that point, her father had lost the tailoring business. All that stealing from his clients was costly for him.
Danforth was sent away and Blythe was forced into an arranged marriage to John House.
Years later, she met John's minister friend, Thomas Bell. At around the same time, she and Danforth crossed paths again. She got into relationships with those three different men.
"She wants to meet you." Danforth tells Blythe. "She wants us to be part of her family."
Blythe feels the tears rolling down her eyes. She still has a child out there.
"Come on great grandma! We gotta give our son a nice resting place!" Danforth takes Gregory House's ashes outside.
Fall
"Chase!" Adams catches him.
He melts into her arms and she squeezes his hunky biceps.
Chase squirms and struggles not to get wet because her lips are not even an inch away from his. He can smell the luscious perfume on her wavy hair and it is beautifully intoxicating.
"You okay?" Adams whispers softly into Chase's ear, practically licking it.
"Yeah." Chase grimaces at his leg pain.
Adams notices. "It still hurts?"
"Yeah. Limp is obviously gone but the pain comes back at times. My chest too. Little stinging. I still have the scar." Chase explains.
Adams blushes as she remembers the sight and feel of Chase's muscular torso. If only she could see it again and actually get to enjoy it.
"Sorry. It is my fault." Adams apologizes.
"No, it isn't." Chase cuts her off. "It was my fault for proceeding into that operation so recklessly. I almost got you killed by bringing that scalpel into the…"
Adams shuts him up with the best kiss a woman has ever given him. Their tongues clash for dominance and she plunges through, tasting every inch of his deep throat. He's even tastier than she imagined and she wants more.
Chase moans and groans as Adams works her hands up her shirt and feels him up. His pants tighten and he feels more pleasure than he has ever felt before.
No woman has made him feel like this, not Allison, not even Moira.
He breaks free and kisses her rosy cheek, causing her to blush and shiver with passion.
"This is how I have always felt about you." Adams professes.
"Me too." Chase returns the gesture.
"Let's have some fun, Robert." Adams flashes him a foxy smile and then takes his hand in hers.
