A/N: Final chapter. Song by Avril to further spite aforementioned Canadian. Readers: I love you guys, you're the best! Thanks so much. AND: Please, don't mock me. I'm kind of a cheesy gal. This is my forte. If its not angsty, its clichéd. Try to see the beauty…:)

BUT: Really, try listening to this song, 'I Will Be', while you read. It's by Avril Lavigne, and you can find it on Youtube. This song is like, super crucial to this story. I really think it summarizes this point in the H/W relationship.

House considered knocking for about two seconds. Then he remembered who he was and pushed open the unlocked door, chuckling internally about how Cameron would cry if she had to kill a puppy, a theory he had been working on the entire way over to keep from thinking about Wilson. His conclusion has been that Cameron would first burst into tears, and then consult Cuddy. Chase would have chickened out, but Foreman would probably do it anyway, albeit with his ever-present smart-aleck attitude and that single eyebrow raise--classic.

Wilson glanced upward, his previously sleeping body now rigid in fear. He had heard a noise…he had heard a loud noise. Was it Am—no, he reminded himself darkly. It couldn't be. Was it Cuddy? Even if it was, it was too early to be visiting. Yet Wilson, upon turning, realized with pain that it was not to far past 11 o'clock a.m., and he certainly wouldn't be getting any awards for perfect on-time percentages.

Then Wilson heard the flick of a light switch, and without even looking, he knew it had come from the front hall. A tiny buzzing sound filled the air, characteristic of that half-dead light bulb he should've gotten fixed ages ago but kept putting off. Oh…man…thought Wilson anxiously. I bet it's a robber. I bet he's come to kill me…

Wilson almost laughed. What did he care about death? The only person in the world that he cared about, besides dear sweet Amber, was a despicable son of a…and not only that, but House was also an ass who didn't care about him or his life at all. House had totally used him. Wilson couldn't be near him anymore.

Suddenly there was a shuffling noise, and a clatter of something that made Wilson wince with distaste. Probably a thief off to steal the…uh…electronics? Wilson realized slowly that the whole thing didn't add up. The only room accessible from that hall was the kitchen, and there was nothing of value in there. So…what the heck were they doing?

And, just as suddenly, the back door slammed shut. All noise in the house ceased, and Wilson couldn't help but be overcome with tremendous curiosity. What happened? What'd he steal? What was even worth stealing?

He bolted out of bed as quickly as his still-tired body would let him, tip-toeing to the kitchen as not to wake the neighbors. The apartment complex was pretty small, so little noise could easily be magnified. When Wilson reached the kitchen, he was met with a surprise:

Jimmy. Here's lunch because I know you aren't going to wake up in time for breakfast. You don't have any food and I figured you'd be hungry.

Underneath the scrawled note was a sandwich. A real sandwich, not one you'd buy in a store. And it had pickles…Wilson's favorite.

Crossing the tiled kitchen floor, Wilson couldn't help it when tears started to form in his eyes. He didn't let them drop, though. It would take awhile for him to forgive. House was still an unbelievably self-centered bastard. But he's mine. He couldn't help but think.

Wilson knew one thing—House cared enough to do that for him. House, of whom he hadn't thought capable of remembering his birthday, had made him lunch. That never happened. Ever. Ever. As Wilson leaned against the counter, he began to think. Maybe he really did care. Maybe House valued his friendship. Maybe Wilson could learn to start loving him.

There's nothing I could say to you
Nothing I could ever do to make you see
What you mean to me…
All the pain, the tears I cried
Still you never said goodbye
And now I know how far you'd go

I know I let you down!
But it's not like that now
This time I'll never let you go…

I will be all that you want
And get myself together
'cause you keep me from falling apart!
All my life
I'll be with you forever
To get you through the day
And make everything okay…

I thought that I had everything
I didn't know what life could bring
But now I see, honestly
You're the one thing I got right
The only one I let inside
Now I can breathe 'cause you're here with me

And if I let you down
I'll turn it all around
'cause I will never let you go!

I will be all that you want
And get myself together
'cause you keep me from falling apart!
All my life
I'll be with you forever
To get you through the day
And make everything okay

'cause without you I can't sleep
I'm not gonna ever ever let you leave
You're all I've got
You're all I want
Yeah!
And without you
I don't know what I'd do
I could never ever live a day without you
Here with me do ya see
You're all I need

And I will be all that you want
And get myself together
'cause you keep me from falling apart
All my life (my life)
I'll be with you forever (forever)
To get you through the day
And make everything okay (okay)…

I will be all that you want (I'll be)
And get myself together (get myself together)
'cause you keep me from falling apart
And all my life
You know I'll be with you forever
To get you through the day
And make everything okay…

House paced the floors of the Diagnostics room. Did he do enough? Could he show enough of himself to provoke forgiveness? It didn't matter. He had done what he had to do. Que sera sera: whatever will be, will be. All he could do was wait.

He stopped pacing and entered the conference room where his team was currently debating and, flashing Thirteen one of his classic snarkaliscious grins, he quipped, "Get your eyes off my shapely ass and onto those folders. I've got work to do."