Hey guys sorry you had to wait so long for an update. I wanted to dip my toe into another forum to get my muse back in gear and have now decided to finish my fics before posting them because i feel aweful for leaving people hanging for so long. So yeah i have typed up the final chapters of falling star :D there will be one up everyday now until its complete there is 5 chapters left!!. Crickey this fic has been going on for over 2 years now i think...and its finally comming to an end. What a journey...and thank you to everyone who has stuck with it. dances in celebration i can't believe i've finally typed it all...and it has been written exactly how i planned those many years ago lol.

Hope you enjoy it, I have read through it but there still might be mistakes so I apologise. I have work all week this week but next weekend i will try and type the finish to walk on the wild side...yep thats ma next target lol!! grins I is so happy.

House series 5 is comming on in just over a week!! OMG YAY hehehe hopefully there will be huddy this time!! there better be at least...otherwise looks threatening lol.

here we go peeps,

hugs and cupcakes

Scarlett xxx

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Written in The Stars

Several weeks had passed, the relationship between them developing slowly. She'd returned to work only a few days ago, unable to stay away for long. The office had been altered completely, along with the security budget being increased, they were even negotiating the idea of introducing panic buttons within the offices of staff, one accident was enough. It had alerted the fact that many Doctors within the hospital were vulnerable and people became disgruntled or distraught on a daily basis. Many of the Doctors could easily become someone's focus, they didn't want the staff to fear their lives for just doing their jobs, it wasn't good press that you were more likely to get injured within the walls than out of them. She gazed around her office, any evidence of everything that had passed within the walls now just a fading image within her memory. Her heart was being patched together, and with it came the determination to return to normal, step straight back into her life with her head held high. She'd been forceful, unwilling to remain at home a minute longer, tackling the board the first moment she had the opportunity to. Her head had been clear, arguments well thought out and practiced on House and his scathing reviews.

He was still as harsh as ever, his opinion always honest overly so, but it was tinted with something she'd never noticed before, a lilt of softness, eyes watching her reaction to ensure he didn't cut her too deeply. He would never change, and she would never want him to. His sarcasm and wit was one of the reason's she'd felt so drawn to him, a constant within everything else, something unchanging and unwilling to be changed, human, harsh, but still with the ability to love. And she'd needed that, someone who didn't smother her, gave her what she needed, when she needed it, the ability to support, without using a load of empty words and displays of affection. He'd been House the whole way through, awkward and prickly, telling her things when she needed to hear them, honesty.

And she wouldn't be where she was now if it hadn't been for him.

She hadn't returned to her own home, relishing in the feeling of having someone beside her; feeling safe as she closed her eyes, waking to his arms wrapped round her breath brushing up against her ear. She hadn't had that feeling for so long, and months ago she thought she would never be able to appreciate it again but House had changed all that.

The papers flickered in her fingers, rummaging through everything she had to sign, smiling as his name darted by a number of times. Still insulting as many people as ever, but as long as they lived, the hospital always had a case, and House's death toll was next to non. The man had healing hands. She snorted, the image of angel House floating into her head, white wings n gown, sandals on the end of his skinny legs, halo posed at an angle sneer still smeared firmly across his face. She smiled, the image new and amusing to her, before everything he'd always been a devil in her mind, the little horns and tail, poking her with a fork, setting her temper on fire. Her opinion had mellowed. Although he was still the same, he let her see another side, and she'd fallen in love with him for it.

She couldn't deny it.

She hadn't said those three little words yet, expressing everything with her eyes gazing up at him as he made loved to her. He was so gentle, helping her to build up her confidence but desiring her all the same. He'd willingly seduce her, crashing on the sofa after a long days work, tickling the tips of his fingers over her neck before kissing her skin, trailing his lips over her jaw bone, hovering at the corner of her mouth waiting for her to turn and accept him.

She always did, she could never imagine turning him away, for once feeling whole, she hadn't even felt that way before it all happened. She could reflect upon it now, a momentary nightmare she'd lived within, but it had brought her and House together. The memory would always sting, the wound a little scar upon her heart, but it had given her the biggest gift it possibly good. Everything happened for a reason, she could objectify it, the time in her life where she had to be destroyed so she'd give House a chance to step in and build her back up; she'd never have let him in otherwise, the thought itself made her sick. She couldn't imagine being without him, regardless of everything, his moods, his addictions, she wouldn't want to be with anyone else. It scared her, she had no idea how House felt, never giving anything away, she always felt she could read something within his eyes, but the emotion always vanished before she had a chance to see it for what it was.

She knew House would admit everything to her when he was ready, but she didn't know if he ever would be, House was House, as unpredictable as ever.

She sat back; tossing her pen on the desk, hand subconsciously grazing over her stomach, the habit being instinctual only a few weeks ago felt awkward knowing there was nothing there anymore. It was calming though, the gentle caress trying to still her stomach which was twisting, making her feel sick. She'd been feeling worse as the weeks went on. Stomach turning over while she tried to begin a day's work, but she'd ignored it, knowing it would be a bug. The staff were inoculated against most diseases, but the simplest of illnesses still slipped under their radar. Some infections you just couldn't fight against. It was the last thing she needed, a developing illness while she was attempting to prove to the board she wasn't a liability that she could do her job as good as ever if not better, no longer distracted by everything that had happened.

Her eyes scanned over her diary, the future appointments creeping up on her. Having been away so long everyone had clamoured for her time the moment she returned. Not immediately though, everyone choosing to tiptoe around her, approach with caution. But after the first person had requested a meeting over some situation all the others followed suit and her diary was soon full.

But she had a free day, one meeting set aside just for her. The clinic had asked her to return, an overall check up. She had mentioned her stomach upset to her friend who worked there, an off hand comment but the doctor still wanted to check her over and who was Cuddy to complain. After everything that had happened she wasn't going to take any risks.

She sighed, rising from behind her desk, tossing her diary on top of the pile of papers, stepping forward working her way out into the clinic, darting past the nurses as she made her way, to another meeting, everyone parted in front of her, heads turning, alert for the boss, a whirlwind of power within the walls. A smile flickered on to her face.

It was good to be back.

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House stood in Cuddy's office; he'd finished for the day. His patient having exited the building a few hours ago, thanks falling from their lips, gratitude that fell on deaf ears. He didn't care, the puzzle was over and that was what he was interested in. Her secretary had left moments ago, House hovering just out of sight until the man abandoned his post. The moment they left House hurried by, slipping though the offices doors to wait for her return. He didn't much mind people seeing him enter, it wasn't suspicious behaviour…well it was, House was always up to something as the staff well knew, but suspicious behaviour was expected of him. So suspicious became normal. Weird logic, but it worked for him.

He rested his hip on her desk, light low as he waited. The sky was dark outside the sun having set, the final streaks slowly dissolving, consumed by the night sky. His cane twirled between his fingers, the movement hypnotising, passing the time, rolling through his fingers.

Suddenly it snagged, the edge catching the pile of papers, an avalanche crashing to the ground. He glared down at it, pausing hoping Cuddy would walk through the doors so he wouldn't have to stoop down to retrieve them. She didn't. With a sigh of frustration he dove down, gathering them within his hand, tossing them haphazardly on the desk. His hand hit something hard, a book of some sort. He dragged it up, the diary splayed open on the floor. Flipping it in his had he saw all different appointments scribbled over the page. Hid eyes zeroed in on one, standing alone the only day were only one thing was written rather than a list of appointments squashed into the tiny boxes.

His heart turned cold, eyes flickering over the words, an appointment at the fertility clinic. She hadn't mentioned anything to him, not a word about returning or any of her future plans involving children. The subject hadn't come up, having lost her baby only two months ago. It would have been pouring salt into an open wound, so the topic had never been breached. But obviously it had been on her mind, and she hadn't spoken to him. It wouldn't have worried him before, but he hated being left out of the loop. He would never admit it but he'd come accustomed to waking with her in his arms, a warm body beside his.

He was confused, why would she return? There was only one reason to go wasn't there? And that was to begin the IVF process again. Maybe she was considering it, maybe she'd already decided.

He scanned the appointment. His mind fruitlessly throwing up other possibilities, but he dismissed them as fast at they'd arrived, mind only able to settle on one idea. She was going to try again, was considering going down the IVF route once more, without even bringing him into the equation. Secrecy. He was wounded, feeling a slight stab, once only she could inflict. She'd burrowed her way under his walls, he was open and vulnerable.

He always knew she wanted a child, even before he'd entered a relationship with her. He'd considered it, he'd had to. But if he was honest to himself the thought had entered into his mind even while she was carrying someone else's, heart feeling a stab of jealousy every time he saw a flicker of joy flutter over her face knowing he wasn't the cause, and couldn't share it with her. In the evenings he'd sit there, glass rolling between his fingers, eyes staring out into space as he pondered, his mind working over, images flicking in and out. No matter how much he'd convinced himself he wouldn't want any off spring. Money eating machines, that absorbed everything, he couldn't get the little dark haired child with bright blue eyes out his head; A foreign emotion snaking its way through his chest every time he thought about it. He now recognised it for what it was…longing. He wanted that, but she didn't.

Based on this evidence he'd come to a single conclusion.

She wanted a baby, but she didn't want his.

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Uh oh's House has got his wires crossed...whats gonna happen now :s!! hehehe. Please leave a review peeps...work is depressin...i need some smiles :)!! SS xxx