So, apparently I'm better at drama then I thought. I recieved several reviews from people telling my how cruel I was for ending the last chapter where I did. I know this chapter is short, but I wrote it when I had brain freeze trying to write 'thoughtful and analytical responses' for my Abnormal Psych homework. It's the greatest class...two of our graded assignments consist of us stalking people. Not really. We just have to observe them and relate our responses to whatever we're studying in class at the time. Anyways, I'm drifting. Here's the long awaited response to House's declaration of love to Cameron. Let me know what ya'll think.

"Cameron?" House kneels in front of her as best he can, ignoring the twinge in his leg. He places his hand over hers, the contact causing her to snap out of the trance. She stares at him as if seeing him for the first time. "Are you okay?"

"Um…I, um…" Cameron tries to form her thoughts, failing miserably. "Really?" She finally gets out meekly, hoping that he won't try to backpedal and retract the statement.

"I'm sorry that it took me so long to figure out." He takes his free hand and trails it down her cheek, thankful that Elliot closed the blinds when she came in.

"That's okay. It was definitely worth the wait." Cameron leans in and delivers the softest of kisses to his lips. When she pulls back after a moment, there are tears in her eyes. House stays right where he is, with their foreheads resting against each others before House breaks the silence.

"Um, do you think that that you can help me up?" He questions with an abnormal lack of confidence in his voice. "This really isn't a good position for my leg."

"Right, sorry." Cameron puts her arms under his and helps him up so that he can sit on the couch beside her. Once there, he quickly leans over and captures her lips with his again, silencing anything that she was about to say. The pair quickly forget their surroundings and lean into the other as much as they can. After several moments, they separate to catch their breaths.

"Are you okay?" Cameron asks when she notices him visibly stiffen up. House doesn't answer, just turns to the door. Cameron follows the direction of his gaze and groans softly in embarrassment when she sees Wilson standing at the door with an expression that is beyond shock in description.

"Something that I can help you with Jimmy?" Wilson snaps out of his own shock at House's voice and steps into the office, closing the door behind him.

"I was going to ask you if you needed any help packing for this weekend, but it would appear as if you've got all the help that you need. Speaking of…how long has this been going on?" Wilson waggles his finger between the two, referring to the relationship with his question.

House glances back to Cameron, the silent question in his eyes. She nods her head an affirmative before he turns back to his friend. "About four months."

"Four…months…" Wilson sits heavily down in the chair by the door in astonishment. "So, since Elliot got here?"

"Since Claire's wedding." Cameron responds.

"How did you keep this from the hospital? How did you keep this from me?" Wilson zeros in on his friend with the second question. "You've never been able to keep anything from me."

"We wanted people to find out by our terms." Cameron answers him. "Honestly I wasn't sure how long it would last." Cameron lays her hand on House's arm, silently stopping the retort that she knows he has. "And I didn't want to say anything if it wouldn't."

"We said something to your siblings." House points out, ignoring his friend.

"I figured if you can deal with them, you were a keeper. You can dish out your own unique form of torture, but my siblings have their own down to an art form. After that… I knew we'd tell people when the time was right."

"And having your best friend walk in on you making out with your girlfriend kind of forces the 'right time' onto you." The two share a laugh, oblivious to the oncologist in the room.

Foreman and Chase are sitting at the conference table staring in the direction of House's office. They both saw Wilson head in and are slightly worried at the lack of noise emanating from there - especially since they haven't seen Cameron come out. Just as Chase gets up to check on them, the blinds open and Cameron enters the conference room, followed by House. The pair is sharing a private smile, and the men look beyond the couple to see Wilson still sitting in the chair in shock. They are distracted from asking questions when House speaks up.

"Alright, Foreman, Wombat, head home, pack up, we'll meet at the train station tomorrow morning at - What time does the train leave?" He turns to Cameron, who retrieves the packet of tickets and searches for the time.

"Eight AM." She responds

"Seven fifty-five then," House responds, grabbing his bag and jacket, preparing to leave. He's stopped when his jacket is pulled from his grasp by Cameron. He turns to face her, noting the incredulous look on her face.

"It's only 9 AM, House. We still have to work today." She hangs his coat back up and takes his bag from him, throwing that just inside his office. The guys are shocked when House offers no resistance, just silently heads into his office, retrieving his gameboy and iPod from his bag, turning them both on after taking a seat at his desk.

"Good GOD, Chase! Would you just give it up already?" Foreman orders, the exasperation evident in his voice.

"Since when has House ever complied with one of our wishes? Hell, since when has House ever complied with anyone's wishes?" Chase places his bag by Foreman's and leans against a pillar by their train.

"Never, I realize that, but still, this is my last weekend with this team, so please shut up!"

"What annoying thing has Chase been saying now?" The men turn at the new voice, seeing Elliot drop her bag by theirs.

"House actually complied with Cameron when he wanted to leave yesterday morning and she told him to stay." Chase supplies.

"So?" Elliot digs her iPod out of her purse and turns it on, ignoring any conversation from Chase, who turns back to Foreman and finds him listening to his own music. Chase begins to turn his own music on but he's stopped by a laugh coming in their direction. He turns and sees House and Cameron walking towards them, oblivious to the trio standing where they are. Cameron has two small duffle bags on one shoulder and an oversized purse on the other, House is carrying his own back pack. When House sees the team, he stops smiling - little as it was - and smacks Foreman on the knee with his cane.

"Ow!" He pulls his head phones off. "What was that for?"

"You're leaving in five days, I'm trying to get as much abuse in as I can." He raises his cane once more only to be stopped by Cameron's hand on his arm.

"Let's just get on the train guys. It'll be pulling out soon." Cameron smiles at Chase when he takes one of the bags that she's carrying and shoulders it himself.

"Thanks for carrying my bag, Chase." House throws over his shoulder while struggling to board the train.