The airport is packed. People are pushing and sobbing and running and laughing and yelling.

Ruby and Adam are rushing to their gate, giggling.

"Hey, sweetie? Can you grab my Coke?" Adam asks as they flop into their seats, and Ruby smiles.

"Sure, babe." She digs through the briefcase, and then fumbles upon her cell. She flips it open and scans through the pictures, surprised to find that she kept one of House. He is grinning like an idiot, holding her wallet in his hand, and she took the picture to supposedly give to the police when she filed her report.

She'll really miss him.

Without warning, no burning or pricking or lumps in the throat, she is sobbing hard enough that her shoulders tense and quiver with each blow.

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"Wilson! Wilson, where's House?" Cameron calls, and the man turns.

"I don't know. He seemed upset the last couple weeks, but I didn't think it was anything serious." Wilson joins in her stride as she bustles down the hall.

"Obviously he was upset. Ruby's moving, or didn't he tell you?"

"Ruby's gone?" Wilson looks surprised and strangely upset. "When?"

"House told me about a two weeks ago. Said Ruby was leaving with her boyfriend to Minnesota." Cameron explains, and furrows her brow as Wilson's face drops.

"I didn't even get to say goodbye."

"Yeah, right. And I thought House was sad to see her leave." Cameron arches her brows, and Wilson shrugs.

"She was cute."

"Of course." Cameron smiles and drops off into the patient's room.

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Ruby is handing her luggage off to Adam, who jogs up the steps and dumps the heavy bags into the hotel room. When he came back down, Ruby skipped over to him.

"Babe, I have an idea." She announces, and he nods.

"Yeah?"

"We should get a cat."

"Okay." Adam agrees hesitantly, and after a few moments of discussion, Ruby is driving off to the pet store, boyfriend in tow.

They enter the glass walled shop, Ruby grinning reflexively at all the soft mews and woofs.

In a small cage in the corner, all the kittens purred and napped, and Ruby buzzed over to it like a magnet.

Adam and she studied all the young felines, and Adam finally pulled out an orange pockmarked thing, with Ruby rejected.

"Firstly, it's a girl. I want a boy. Secondly, it's ugly. Put it back." She orders, and then one kitty in the corner catches her eye.

It's an unusual looking beast, with glossy grey-brown fur and a thin, narrow face.

But what really catches her attention is a pair of sharp, silver eyes blinking back at her.

"You're the one, baby. I'll call you Greg."

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House is on his couch, his TV babbling and his Vicedon numbing his mind.

All he can see is those startling maroon eyes.

A knock on the door rouses him from his perch on his couch.

Cameron is smiling up at him, and he raises his brows.

"I was worrying you might, like, off yourself or jump out a window or something." She declares, and steps through his threshold.

"Oh. Right. That's what I was going to do. You know me, Mr. Misery." He quipped, and Cameron raised her brows.

"You are Mr. Misery, House." Cameron teased, then turned serious. "So…House. Are you ok?"

"I'm fine."

"When did she leave?"

"This morning. Left me a message."

"She didn't say goodbye?"

"She did. Last Wednesday." House sighs, and Cameron nods.

"That's good."

"She had really pretty eyes." House's blurts, and Cameron looks over.

"I bet she'd say the same about you."

A heavy silence dampens the room.

Cameron sits down on the couch next to House, touching his shoulder lightly.

Cameron stays over at his house, watching OC, General Hospital and talking about this and that until nearly 3am in the morning. Cameron is yawning and stretching, but House is wired from nearly a gallon of coffee.

House looks through the window, and then turns back to Cameron.

She is sound asleep against his shoulder.

He lowers her gently onto the couch, and then hobbles over the window, staring up at the endless black nothing.

He starts when he hears her voice behind him. Cameron is thumbing through a magazine, when she comes upon a survey of 'your perfect girl'.

"House?"

"Hmm?"

"What's your favorite eye color in a woman?"

He smiles softly, sadly. "Maroon."

FIN.

All done, kiddies!