Disclaimer: House MD is not mine. Enough said lol

P.S. I don't own The NoteBook, The OC, or Boondock Saints.

Last chapter! I hope you guys have all enjoyed my story/s. I am thinking of my next one right now, so stay tuned. Enjoy and REVIEW!!!

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House sat on his bed, thinking over the night's events. In a matter of seconds, Cameron had told his ex to fuck him, Stacey claimed that she really didn't need her permission, and the worst part; Cameron had told her that she could have him, she was done. He didn't want her to be done. He didn't want Stacey, ever again. All he wanted was her.

A soft knock on his door brought him out of his haze, and he softly bellowed for them to come in. He looked it up, and low and behold it was Stacey.

"What?" His voice was cold, unsure really what to say to her.

Stacey sat down beside her. "I thought we should talk…about earlier. Are you ok?"

House looked at her, not even sure who she was anymore. "No Stacey, I'm not ok. Right now, I would like to drown myself in a bottle of pills, with a J.D. chaser, than feel the way I am feeling. But I won't…because no matter how hurt I am…I could never do that…" He looked back down at his leg, wishing the pain was there instead of his heart.

"I'm glad that you can't. I don't want to lose you." Stacey placed a hand on his, smiling.

House looked back at her and was stunned when her lips were suddenly on his. She slipped a hand around his neck to hold him in place. He sat there dumbfounded, and didn't even hear the footsteps that entered his room.

"House, are…?" Wilson's jaw hit the floor, unsure how to react.

The voice brought him to reality and House pulled away, wiping off his mouth, leaving Stacey looking broken. "What the hell was that?"

Able to speak again, Wilson replied. " I was kinda wondering the same thing."

Stacey cleared her throat and glared at Jimmy. "Can we have a minute please?"

Wilson shrugged, and left the room, making sure the door stayed open. House watched him leave, then looked back at her. "Well?"

"I miss you…I know we had some rough times, but we had some good times too. I miss your smile, your kisses,…well I digress. I want you back, Greg I want us to try again." She smiled, placing a hand on his again.

"First off," House stood up, "What the hell was the bullshit earlier with Allison? And I quote 'If I wanted to have Greg, I would, whether you liked it or not, little girl. He was mine first, before you even appeared in the picture'. Yea, you did have me, but then you dumped me. You couldn't handle how much I loved my job, so you ended it. You couldn't handle that it wasn't all about you. And that's why you are upset with Mark, because he works, and IT ISN'T ALL ABOUT YOU! Secondly, you can't have me whether you like it or not. I love Cameron, more than I thought I could love someone. And you fucked that up. You managed to break us apart. Get the hell out of my apartment, and my life." He leaned back against the door, anger pouring out of him.

Stacey stood up, straightening her skirt. "You're gonna regret this, and I won't be here when you do." She began to storm from the room, but House stopped her with his cane.

"One last thing? Don't ever touch me again." His voice was dangerously low.

"No problem" She stormed out of the room, and out of the apartment. When he heard the door slam, House hobbled out of the bedroom, finding Wilson watching The O.C. He sat next to him on the couch, thinking of what he should do next.

"Well…if I was eavesdropping properly, I believe I heard Cameron asking Chase back to her house, for a bit. Nothing sexual." Wilson didn't even pry his eyes away from the screen.

House nodded, grabbing his jacket. "I'll be back, hopefully not alone."

"House?"

"Yea?"

"Its about time you got rid of her." House could only smile, as he left his apartment.

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Cameron and Chase decided to pull an all-nighter, watching movies and talking. No alcohol was allowed, mainly because Cameron assumed with her state of mind, alcohol would be a bad idea.

"More popcorn, the bowl is almost empty!" Chase yelled to Cameron, who was making them another round of Coke floats.

"God, you Australians are pigs!" She yelled back, throwing another bag into the microwave. She finished the drinks and sighed deeply. None of this was making House go away, he was still in her mind and her heart. She tried to accept the fact that they were over and he was with Stacey, but it was easier said than done. Shaking her head, Cameron smiled and walked back into the living room, drinks and popcorn in hand.

Chase smiled up at her, in her blue star pajamas. "About time you brought the drinks. Ooh, more popcorn." He dumped the contents of the bag into the bowl, and continued to watch the movie.

"What are we watching again?" Cameron sat down beside Chase, surprised that he could fit into her plaid flannel p.j. pants, and one of her oversized concert shirts.

"Boondock Saints. It's about these two brothers, who are Irish, and they kill people because they see them as evil. Their religious."

Cameron laughed. "This sounds like the weirdest movie…Jesus that guy is hot!" She pointed at Sean Patrick Flanery who was on the screen. In this particular scene, he was arching his back, with no shirt on.

"I guess, if you like those guys with muscles and tattoos." Chase rolled his eyes.

They watched the rest of the movie, and were popping in The Notebook when there was a knock at the door. Cameron looked at the clock, seeing it was 1 am. Shrugging at Chase, she opened the door, and suddenly wanted to cry.

House was standing there, holding a huge bouquet of blue and red roses. He had remembered that those were her favourites. "Can I come in?" He couldn't help but smile at her pajamas.

They both walked back in, and House glared at Chase, who was already welling up at the beginning. Chase looked up, and smiled at House. "Hey, it's a sad movie ok?"

Cameron leaned against the arm of the couch, looking up at him. "What about Stacey?" Her voice held a sting, and Chase decided this would be a good time to pause the movie and go to the washroom. House put the flowers down on the table, sitting on one of the chairs.

"You know, since we started having problems, my leg has started to hurt again." House rested his bad leg up on another chair, looking back at Cameron.

"What. about. Stacey?"

House sighed. "Look, I'm sorry if you thought I was spending too much time with her earlier. I didn't notice until Wilson pointed it out. And at dinner, when she had her hand on mine…I felt nothing, that why I just sat there. I felt no butterflies, not heat…nothing."

Cameron sighed, attempting to hold back tears. "What about Stacey, House? I can't deal with her, I don't think we both can be in your life."

"Stacey isn't in my life anymore, so you don't have to worry about that. After you left, she kissed me…and I told her off, about dinner about everything. I don't need her in my life, when I have someone who makes me so much happier, who makes my pain go away." He stood up and hobbled over to her, standing in front of her. "I don't want you to be done with me. That's the last thing I could ever want." He placed his hands on her arms.

Cameron looked up at him, tearing falling freely down her cheeks, and she gave him a small smile when she saw his tears as well. They were silent until Chase screamed from the other room. "Jesus Allison, if you don't forgive him, and kiss him, I will!"

They both laughed, and Cameron sighed. "I don't want to be done either." She stood up and wrapped her arms around his waist, House following suit. "I love you."

"I love you too." House pulled her close and captured her lips in his, wrapping his arms tighter around her. Cameron ran her tongue softly along his lips, deepening the kiss. She ran her tongue teasingly along his, causing him to moan.

"Please, you are going to do that, go in the bedroom. I'm trying to watch a movie." Chase returned from the bathroom, and sat back down on the couch.

House pulled away, resting his forehead on hers. "How about it?" He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

Cameron laughed and nodded. "We'll be back…in a while."

They retreated to the bedroom, and proceeded to undress. In no time, House was on top of Cameron, slowly entering her. Her moans made House want to fuck her, but right now, they needed to be intimate. He pace was teasingly slow, but after Cameron reached a climax, he sped up a little bit. Their eyes were locked the entire time, drifting into a world of their own. Cameron met his thrusts and when she got close to another orgasm, she quickened the pace. House felt his just over the horizon, and with a few more thrusts, they both filled with pure ecstasy. Stars and white blotches clouded their vision.

House moved off of Cameron, laying beside her and entwining her fingers with his. They laid there for a few minutes, then looked at each other. A soft kiss was shared and then they decided to rejoin Chase.

The movie was nearing the end, when the elderly couple were dancing. House and Cameron sat down beside Chase, who was noticeably crying. House wrapped an arm around Cameron, who cuddled up to him, and wrapped the other around the crying Chase.

"They are so in love…I wish I could find true love like that." Chase hiccupped for air.

House smiled, and looked at Cameron, who was looking right back at him.

"I'm glad I have."

"Me too."

♦♦Yay! They stayed together! I hope you liked it ☺♦♦