Sorry about the long wait; this chapter was hard to write! I had a bad writer's block! So, if it feels forced, so sorry! Thanks for all the kind reviews! They helped SO MUCH!

I hope you enjoy this final chapter!

Chapter 6

Some babies were happy all the time; wake up with a little giggle, coo and smile from day one. Some babies. Other babies had a strange thing called Colic. They would cry, hours on end, for no reason. And then there were the rare babies, who could scream, while projectile vomitting, and protesting all food that came from any place other than his mother's sore breasts, even though there was no milk there. Sam House was one of those babies.

Three weeks on very little sleep, and a decent amount of Advil, and Allison wanted to be back at work. The ER looked so peaceful. She was completely exhausted. Greg did everything he knew to do to 'fix it.' Her mother left after three days because she couldn't take the noise. Allison begged her to help, but Mrs. Cameron had hired a nanny for her own children; she didn't have any idea of what worked and what did not.

And then God Himself sent in angels of mercy. Chris and Jen Taub stopped by, with more food, and answers to all questions related to baby.

"First off, he's hotter than hell." Taub stripped the baby down to his diaper, turned on the dryer and hopped up. Sam, for the first time in 3 weeks, stopped crying, in Taub's arms on the dryer. House thrust a bottle at his savior, and Sam actually ate. "Second, babies like motion."

"You're moving in."

"Third," Taub said, putting Sam up on his shoulder. He pat his back, not too gently. "Burp him after every freaking ounce, or -" Sam burped. "You get spit up. Repeat the rules."

"Keep him cool, move around, and burp."

"Use the over-priced baby swing my wife picked out, and turn on the air conditioner." Taub handed House his son and dropped off the dryer. Sam promtply spit up. "What can I say? You bring out the best in people." Taub grinned and headed into the living room.

"So," House said to his son, who fussed in his arms as he followed Taub. "You like Taub. Is it the baldness? I'll be there soon enough."

"Oh my God, that's the quietest its been since he was born," Allison said, closing her eyes where she sat on the couch. "Where are his clothes?"

"He decided to become a nudest."

"House-"

"He ate and he's not screaming. Don't pick a fight with him." House gently bounced his son who started to calm down. "See? We have a post-card baby. Smiling, happy -" Sam spit up heavily on Greg. "Spew."

"I thought this was supposed to be different!"

"Can you just take him so I can clean up?" Allison took her fussing son into the nursery to clean him up, while Greg limped into the bedroom.

"They need a break," Taub said softly.

"Maybe we could take Sam tonight...let them sleep?" his wife suggested. Taub considered it a moment. On one hand, House would be in a better mood when they brought the baby home, as would Allison, making his life at work better the next day. On the other hand, it would also mean opening himself to the possibility of being called to babysit at all hours of the night. "Remember when Joshua was that little? Just a nap would have been magic."

"You're right. I'll talk to Cameron."

Taub listened at the nursery door to Sam cry, and Allison attempt to soothe him. She was stressed beyond the limit; at least to what Taub had seen. He knocked softly. "Come in," came the soft reply.

"Jen wanted to know if you wanted us to take him for the night...so you could get a night's sleep?" Allison's eyes glazed over. "You need it, House needs it, Sam needs it. The best thing Jen and I did for our children was to give them a night away from us occasionally."

"Where would he sleep?"

"We'll take care of it; you need sleep. So does House." Taub glanced through the door, and saw House asleep on his bed, still covered in spit up. "And a shower would be nice, I'm sure."

"Are you sure?" Taub reached for the baby, and nodded. Allison handed him over and gathered clothes and diapers. "His formula is in the kitchen-"

"Formula?"

"I am, sadly, unable to nurse him." Taub followed her into the kitchen and looked at the formula.

"Here's the problem!" Jen exclaimed. "This formula is for babies 9 the 24 months! No wonder he's not doing well!"

"I got the wrong food!?"

"We did the same thing with our first kid, and our second. Don't worry about it; we'll take him tonight, pick up the right formula, and have him back to you tomorrow after you've slept." Allison's eyes teared over. "I'll go move his car seat," Jen said, excusing herself.

"Cameron, its okay." She shook her head. "We have four children, and each one had their own trials and errors that were much worse than formula mix ups. I brought home the wrong sized diapers, and ended up with a 2 month old, in a dish towel, going to the store with me, because Jen was too tired to even feed him. We got the wrong formula with Katie, and she ended up in the hospital; we were adding water, and it wasn't supposed to have water added." Allison sniffled. "With Kyle," Taub laughed a little. "Kyle, the poor kid, Katie was almost 3, but too little for a big girl bed; she was our hyper one. Ryan was 18-months old, and still in his portable crib until Katie got a toddler bed, and Kyle came early. 5 weeks early. He was fine, and we were able to bring him home after a week, but we had no where to put him. Slept on a blanket on the floor in our room for the first 4 weeks of life."

"Why ddin't you just buy another crib?"

"I'm 45. Our children are 23, 21, 19, and 16. I wasn't a surgeon 20 years ago, I was an intern. We lived in a two-bedroom cottage that we were renting. Jen was in school, and we already had two children when, surprise, pregnant. We didn't have money or space for a third crib. We ended up getting a mattress and Katie slept there, on the floor in the living room. The minute I was hired, we moved into a four-bedroom."

"He likes you," Allison said, gesturing at ther now-sleeping son. "He's got a few out-fits, and diapers-"

"Don't worry about him. We'll see you in the morning."

The house was quite as the sun made its daily appearance. House stretched, yawned, and looked around his bedroom. Allison was curled up next to him, snoring. He decided to give her some extra sleep, and limped over to Sam's bassinet. It was empty. 'Must have put him in the crib again.' When he saw from the door that it, too, was empty, he checked the play yard in the living room. No Sam.

Sam was gone.

"ALLISON!" House yelled, checking every room in the house. "Allison, he's gone!" He yelled, shaking her.

"What?"

"Where did you put Sam down last night?"

"Greg-"

"WHERE!?"

"I...what's going on?"

"Sammy isn't in the house and the door is unlocked! I'm calling the police." Allison sat up, and checked the bassinet. She went into the nursery. "My son is missing, he's 3 weeks old-"

"His diaper bag-" And then she remembered. "Its okay, Taub has him."

"WHAT!?"

"Jen and Taub took him for the night, hang up the phone."

"His babysitter - slash - male-wet-nurse took him overnight. Sorry." House closed the cell phone and stared at his wife. "The next time...you send our son away... LEAVE A FUCKING NOTE!" Allison froze. She'd seen Greg angry, worried, and nervous. She'd never seen him scared. He was white, shaking, and tearing up. "Don't...don't you ever take him away from me like that again!"

"I'm sorry," she squeaked.

"Do you have any idea what its like to get up, and find out your baby is gone? Do you?"

"Greg-"

"When is Taub bringing him back?"

"Around 11."

"I'm going to shower."

"Okay."

Greg started to walk away from his wife, when he heard her sniffle. He knew that, again, he'd gone too far. She hadn't done anything wrong, and he'd lost it again. She sniffled a second time. "Allison," he said, so softly she wasn't sure he'd said anything at all. He half turned toward her. "You didn't screw up. You were just tired. I'm..sorry."

"Its okay...really."

"I'm going to pick him up after I scrub the puke off of me. Why don't you get a little more sleep, okay?" Allison nodded and laid back on their bed.

Taub smiled down at the baby, sleeping in the mesh crib. His son, Kyle, stepped right in with getting up with the baby the night before. Kyle had taken the midnight bottle, burp and diaper like an old pro. Chris was proud of his son. A little worried, but proud. "Hey buddy," he said, as soon as the baby's eyes opened. "Your parents probably miss you. I have a bottle, clean diaper, and a car seat with your name on them." He lifted Sam up, and moved to the over-stuffed chair.

"TAUB!" came a holler from the front door, followed by banging.

"Its not locked," Kyle said, opening the door. "Dad, its House."

"Wild Dingo, give me back my baby." House said, looking around. "Nice place."

"Thanks."

"How is he?" House asked, taking him from his fellow.

"Slept 5 hours, ate 6 ounces, not all at once, and didn't puke. Next time, don't buy the wrong formula." Taub handed House a bottle. "Read labels more and price tags less." House smelled the formula.

"Putrid."

"Its supposed to smell like that. He'll poop more now, too."

"Good...I think."

"Where's your wife?" House swallowed hard. "What did you do?"

"None of your damn business. She's at home, deciding if she wants to continue to be Mrs. House." Taub groaned. "To start with me; my parents will be here in two hours, my wife is pissed off at me for yelling at her again, which I only did because I woke up thinking my kid was snatched for black-market purposes."

"She didn't tell-"

"Fell asleep before she had the chance, no note." House, to the surprise of Taub, was cuddling with the baby. "Sam, I was worried. No more sneaking out. You are so grounded." Sam yawned and gazed at his dad. "Where's the base to his car seat?"

"I didn't move it, just buckled the whole thing in." House nodded and started to buckle the baby into his seat.

"You have quite the set-up here."

"I figured once you knew you could send him over for the night that you probably would. So I got a few things last night."

"Good. See you next weekend then." House grinned and left.

As soon as he was around the corner, far from Taub's eye and ear-shot, House pulled into a parking lot and climbed into the back seat with his son. It was the first time House really looked at the baby; his little eye-lids fluttered in his sleep, and his mouth moved. House sighed and touched the small tuft of hair on the baby's head; it looked like a Mohawk. He felt a lump forming in his throat. "I thought I'd lost you, too. Don't scare me again, Runt. I don't think I can handle losing you. Your mother would have me seriously injured if I did."

House took a deep, shuddering breath and moved back to the front seat and drove home in silence. Taub was right; babies like motion. When he stepped into his home, there was no sound. Allison was either gone, or asleep. Greg wasn't sure which, as the garage was closed. He put Sam's car seat onto the floor in the nursery and stepped into his bedroom. Allison was sitting quietly on the bed,waiting. "Cameron?"

"Why did you freak out like that?"

"I thought I'd lost my kid."

"You've only yelled at me like that once, and it was-"

"I know why I yelled at you then."

"Why now?"

"I woke up, and thought he'd been kidnapped. The door was unlocked, the parasite was gone. It scared me." His voice was harsh, and accusing. "I do have a heart, and I do feel, Allison. I tell you that I love you. I show you, and I do everything I can to help with him. I'm not an emotionless bastard that everyone hasmade me out to be." Allison shot him a look. "Okay, that I've made me out to be." Greg sat down on the bed. "My life has been one major fuck-up after another. I woke up, and thought it wasn't real for a second. And then when it was real; I'm married, and had a baby, and the baby was gone...I-" House swallowed. "I thought I had screwed up again."

"We're not going to lose him, Greg."

"Taub's not taking him again unless I know about it, and you know about it. Okay?"

"Deal."

"I hate you," David said to whomever was standing in his door-way. "I've been here for 24-fucking-days and I still feel like shit. Just because I'm through the hard part doesn't mean I feel better about myself."

"Why are you here?"

"It was here, jail, or Dr. House." The man leading the group grinned.

"I take it this seemed like the least painful." David shrugged and leaned back in his chair. "You still have to talk before we can let you out in a few days...if you are ready."

"My name is David, and I'm a drug addict, alcoholic, and general scum-bag. I've been in and out of rehab, homeless, and lost my family. About a month ago, this drug-addict doctor showed up, dragged me from Montana to Princeton, to this hospital, and I watched his wife have a kid. My brother, Jimbo," he said, arching a hand to James. "Is that bastard's only friend."

"I'm not House's friend."

"Oh, right, he murdered your little woman." James rolled his eyes. "I'm here because in 4 days, I can go back to Montana and go back to my life there."

"What life?"

"I have friends, man."

"How many of them are looking for you?" David glared at him. "How many of them would take you to the hospital when your get sick...which you will. You're lucky you don't have Aids by now-"

"Not lucky; smart. I never share needles, never screw someone without a rain coat, and never have anyone in my hotel when I'm getting high."

"So you can O.D. in peace?"

"Look, man, why are you here?"

"Because," James said meeting David's eyes. "You are my brother, I love you, and I will not leave you alone in rehab where you have no reason to clean up. I'm here, I need you to clean up." David scoffed and rolled his eyes. "I have no one, David! NO ONE! Mom and Dad don't speak to me, they won't visit you; we're dead to them! Amber is dead! House took everything away from me that I care about. All I have is you!"

"Wow. Your life...pretty much sucks."

"Can you stop being a selfish ass hole?"

"Look; you didn't care one way or the other about me. Not as kids, not as adults, not while I was homeless. You only care now because you have nothing. You think I'm some little gem to pull you out of a rut? You only lost House because you pushed him away. He told me the whole story; getting drunk, calling for a ride instead of driving, taking the bus because your girl friend took a drink before they left, and she followed him onto the bus. He almost got himself killed trying to remember what happened. He almost died to save her, and almost missed the birth of his kid to bring me back for you. And you call me selfish. You are the most selfish man I know. You asked him to put his life on the line for a woman, who was going to die anyway."

"He told you all of that?"

"Not just him; Dr. Chase has been down here, checking on a few people he's stitched up and..we talked. Cuddy talks to me. You should be in here every single day helping me through this. I've been here for 3 weeks, and this is the first time I've seen you since you checked me in."

"I had patients to sign over to new doctors."

"So you can quit?"

"No, so I can be here with you, because I can't be alone anymore."

"Get a dog."

"I had a dog; she ran away."

"Go make peace with House. Then I'll consider giving you the time of day."

Lisa laughed. She felt more relaxed than she had in quite some time, and she was enjoying herself with Detective Lucas. He was funny, and very kind to her. House wasn't trying to break them up like a child who's parents were divorced and Mommy has started dating again. He, strange enough to Lisa, had encouraged them. Even 3 months of being a father had changed him. He had said once that the men she'd dated were all wrong for her, and Lucas wasn't. So Lisa went with it. Lucas nudged her foot under the table. They'd been together for almost 4 months, and were happy.

"You look fantastic," Lisa said to Cameron, who smiled and rubbed Sam's back. "Has he mellowed out more?"

"Yeah. Once we stopped feeding him the wrong formula, life got a lot easier."

"Are you ready to start up at Immunology? We'll have an office cleared out by Monday-"

"Actually, I think I'd like to stay in the ER. I'm happy there, the staff is comfortable with me, and I have friends there. I know its not 9-5, but Greg has that, and I love the ER." Lisa shrugged.

"If that's what you want, then you're more than welcomed to stay there. Its harder to place someone in the ER than Immunology anyway." James and David stepped onto the back deck from the sliding glass door, with James's new dog, Dax, a 2-year-old Golden Retriever mix that he and David adopted from a shelter. "Wilsons..."

"Sorry we're late. Dax had a vet appointment today. Dax, sit." The dog dropped his back end. James scratched his head. "Good boy. Go play." The dog wandered into the yard, smelling and sniffing at everything.

"If he squats, you're picking it up." House set a playe of burgers on the table. "Thank Taub. He's the master chef."

"I assumed so, its his house."

"So," Lucas said. "Lisa and I are going away for the weekend. Anyone want to feed her cat?"

"Allergic," Allison said, apologetically. "So is Sam. So House can't either. Sorry."

"I have Sam on Friday night, so I can't. I will on Saturday afternoon and Sunday."

"Foreman," House yelled. Foreman looked up from his spot near Thirteen and Kutner at the pool. "You're feeding Cuddy's evil cat this weekend." Foreman looked slightly annoyed but nodded. "So, you two are going to get busy this weekend? Beware, Lucas, once you see the Promised Land, you may never see breasts the same way again."

"HOUSE!"

"The only one in the world with a better rack is my wife, and you May Not." Allison rubbed her forehead. Greg was looking at her lovingly, so she let this one go. "Wife?"

"What?"

"You're hot."

"Love you, too."

"Is Chase coming?"

"No," Jen said. "He doesn't feel like he should, seeing as he thinks House is a girlfriend-stealing bastard, and that Cameron is Mother of his Spawn. He also has a date."

"Its about time."

"That's what I said when you two got married," Foreman said over his shoulder. House rolled his eyes.

"Are we going to get this damn party over with?" Greg asked.

"Its your birthday, Man. We're just here for the food and cake." There was a loud groan from the birthday-boy.

"Relax, House, its just 50."

"There had better not be any more than 20 candles on the cake."

"There's only one," Taub said. "I wasn't going to burn down the house for you. Although, a bon fire that size would make for good s'mores. I have marshmallow's..." Jen slapped his shoulder. "Anyway, happy birthday, House." Taub slipped a birthday hat onto his boss, who was sitting next to his wife.

"I'll never forgive you for this."

"Oh, come on. Its more for Sam-"

"He's going to be asleep in 20 minutes. This is because you wanted everyone together before you go back to work. One last relaxing weekend."

"Fine. I owe you. Happy Birthday, Greg."

Allison leaned over with Sam resting on her shoulder and kissed her husband. House had to admit that it wasn't half bad to have people around him who didn't hate him. Monday, he'd go back to work, yell at and berate four of his guests, annoy and belittle two of them, and go home to his home, where he and his wife would play the piano together before putting their son to bed together. He rested his arm around Allison's shoulder and looked at his little boy, eyes closed, head resting on his mother's shoulder. A year ago, Greg had been drunk, trying to forget how bad life was because of his screw ups. A year ago, life had been one mess after another. A year ago, Wilson hated him. He hated the sight of his one-time best friend. Now he was at the party, able to smile and laugh again, with his brother, and with his friends. A year ago, Lisa had given up on love. She and Lucas found something special between them. Kutner and Thirteen, while they weren't dating, they were happily spending time together outside of work as friends. Kutner helped her deal with her test results and continue living her life. Taub and Jen were no longer such a mystery to House; they took Sam for them at least once a week, without House asking. They weren't like a big family, but they were friends. They had found themselves again through each other.

And somehow, they were happy.

Thank you for reading my story! It was fun to write, and has been a long time in production. I started this back in January, e-mailing it to my mom, who encouraged me to continue, and will be so excited to read the whole thing! Thanks, Mom, for the kind words that you have always had, even when I'm annoying you with my constant need for your undivided attention, even more now that I'm so far away. I love you, and I hope you enjoyed reading it!

Now while this is the end of the story, I have one chapter left to post; Valley girl versions!! There were NONE in Season four's DVD (because there were zero Cameron/Cuddy scenes.!) So I, duing writer's block, toock the Cam/Cud scenes from this fanfic, and Valley Girled them!! For YOU!!