Alright, I couldn't help it. Here's the last chapter of this story. I already started working on my next story. And I have a surprise for you! But you have to wait till I post the next story. I'll probably end up posting it tomorrow, lol.

***Btw, Eve is actually 38 years old, not 28. My bad for not fixing that earlier.

But anyways, enjoy this short ending to this short fanfic. :)

AND, be alert for my next House MD story, Roll the Dice.

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1 week later, Nighttime

"So you're all better?" Kutner asked, keep his distance from House. House rolled his eyes and sighed dramatically.

"I already told you, it can't pass from person to person. I don't have it anymore, anyways. So stop being such a wuss. You work at a hospital; you're gonna get near people who are sick."

"Yeah, he's better," 13 answered, amused.

"Now go home all of you. I feel like if we stay here any longer, we will have to stay here longer," House said, collecting papers off his desk.

His team left his office as he stuffed papers into his backpack. Eve walked in with a smile on her face. House zipped up his backpack.

"All better?" he asked.

"I feel brand new."

They stood there, looking at each other. House cleared his throat.

"Are you leaving New Jersey?" he asked.

"I don't know. I think I'm beginning to like it here."

"That's a shocker."

Eve chuckled. She approached House slowly. "I just wanted to say thank you."

"You're welcome."

Eve hugged him tightly. He hesitantly wrapped his arms around her. She backed away with a smile.

"Here," she handed him a sticky note. "In case I get deathly ill again."

She walked out of House's office as he watched after her. He looked down at the sticky note. It had her phone and address written on it. House smiled as he grabbed his backpack and cane. He started walking away from his desk until he noticed something.

His guitar was gone.

He looked back down at the sticky note. It had a little Flying-V guitar drawn on it.

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House knocked on Eve's door. He heard a guitar solo stop abruptly. Eve answered the door.

"You're more observant than you seem."

House blew right past her and into her apartment. He found his guitar on a stand.

"Why did you take my guitar?"

"I wanted to see how it felt playing it. I'm just so used to a Gibson Les Paul."

House frowned. "You play?" He then noticed a piano, guitar, and drum set. "A lot, I'm guessing."

"Music is my passion."

She sat down at her piano and started playing softly.

House hesitated, but came to the piano bench and sat down next to her.

"You could have just asked me to come to your apartment instead of stealing my beloved guitar," he said. He put on a pouty face.

Eve laughed. "I had to give you a motivation."

House stared at her. "Maybe I already had a motivation."

Eve stopped playing and stared back at him. Her heart beat raced as she slowly leaned in to kiss him. He started to lean in, but backed away. He stood up and grabbed his cane and guitar.

"Goodnight, Ms. Summers," he grumbled. Eve looked down at the piano keys. House headed for the door.

"Are you so afraid of feelings that you'd cower at the first sight?" Eve asked softly.

"You were right," House replied. "Beethoven is never without his piano."

House left as Eve continued to stroke the piano keys softly.

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House got home and set his guitar on its stand. He hesitated, but sat down at his piano. He popped some Vicodin, and started playing the same song Eve had just played.

He stared at his phone while he played, while a frown was plastered onto his face. So many thoughts clouded his troubled mind.

What the hell is wrong with me?

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Dun, dun, dun. Did you get House's analogy? Tell me if you do.

I hope you enjoyed this story! Thank you all for sticking with me. :)

Remember, keep a watchful eye on my stories. The new one may just pop up sooner than you think......