Disclaimer: I don't own House or anything else you recognize in this story.

A/N: Sorry for the lack of updates, but I had a crazy week of finishing my first semester of college, getting home, and then getting on a plane to Brazil to visit family. And as many of you probably know, it's very hard to type up femslash when you have family breathing down your neck. So here's the last chapter. There's an epilogue, which should be up before the end of the year. Happy Holidays, everyone!

Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital had never looked so gorgeous. Cuddy had really outdone herself this year. The entire lobby was decorated in bright colors, with snowflake decorations and strands of Christmas lights all over the walls and windows. The sight of the room brought a smile to Cameron's face, one of the precious few of the last week.

Ever since that night in the parking lot, Cameron had antagonized over the argument with Thirteen. She thought about the other woman constantly: what she was doing, how she feeling, if she regretted her harsh words, or if she was glad to have Cameron's motherly hovering out of her life.

Forcing that smile to stay on her face, Cameron headed over to where Foreman was standing, right next to the large tree.

"Merry Christmas!" she greeted.

"Merry Christmas to you too, Cameron." Foreman smiled. After they had both stopped working for House, the animosity between them had disappeared. Cameron wouldn't necessarily call them friends, but she hoped they weren't "just coworkers" anymore.

"So, I heard you're starting drug trials now?"

"That's right"

"You must be happy House signed off on that."

"Yeah." The look on Foreman's face said that they was more to that particular story, but he didn't offer an explanation, and Cameron didn't push.

"So, what's first on the list?"

"Well, I've been put on a team testing a new Huntington's drug."

"Huntington's? Really?" The look on Cameron's face said far too much, as did the quick glance of her eyes around the room.

"Yeah. We're starting next week." He leaned closer to her. "She knows. I was going to offer her a place, but she came up to me and asked to be in the trial before I had a chance to."

"She did?" Cameron's brain caught up with her. "I mean, who did?"

Foreman chuckled. "You know who. I shouldn't be telling you this, but it'll be all over the hospital before long anyway."

Cameron let out a breath. "Did she say why?"

"No, but I did catch her standing outside the door to the ER looking indecisive twice already since then." Foreman said, giving the blonde doctor a pointed look.

"Have a good holiday, Cameron." He said, walking off in the direction of the cookie table.

At around ten o'clock, the rest of House's team filed into the party, looking exhausted from another difficult case, but happy nonetheless. Kutner made a beeline for the dessert table, while Taub wandered over to where Chase was talking to a few other surgeons, probably telling odd-operation stories, judging by the bursts of laughter heard every so often from the group. And then Thirteen came into view.

Cameron felt her breath catch, and immediately chided herself mentally for such a silly reaction. She watched as the other doctor scanned the room, blue eyes almost frantic. She seemed to be holding her breath too.

And then she saw Cameron, and the room disappeared.

Later, Cameron would reflect on how childishly romantic that phrase sounded. It was such a cliché. But in that moment, all she saw was Thirteen standing there in black pants and suspenders, staring at her as if the universe had just ended and restarted at the same time.

The brunette walked over, and gave the other woman a nervous look.

"Hi," she said softly.

"Hi."

Thirteen glanced around.

"Can we talk outside?"

Cameron just nodded, and the two women made their way past all their happy colleagues, as Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas trickled out of the speakers. The hospital doors closed behind them, and they were left out in the cold, staring at each other.

Thirteen spoke first.

"I'm an ass."

Cameron moved as if to talk, and Thirteen silenced her.

"No, don't say it, I'm an ass. I was so stupid. I was going to let what's left of my life get away from me. I was going to give up my career, my friends…" the younger woman trailed off. Cameron reached out a hand to touch her arm.

"…my chance at love."

The rest of the sentence sent a shiver through Cameron that had nothing to do with the cold air.

"I'm sorry," Thirteen's eyes were wide. "I should go."

"Please," Green eyes trapped hers. "Stay."

Thirteen gave the biggest smile Cameron had ever seen in her life.

"Does that mean I have that chance?"

"Only if you really still want it."

"But you and Chase?"

Cameron raised an eyebrow. "Do you really want to talk about me and Chase?"

"No," Thirteen grinned. "I would rather trap you under some mistletoe and have my way with you."

"Well, unfortunately, Cuddy banned mistletoe after House's great Christmas fiasco of 2006. There's none around."

Thirteen thought for a second. "Maybe there is," she said, face lighting up. "Close your eyes."

Cameron complied with the request, and listening to the sounds of Thirteen rustling around.

"Open." Came the command. Cameron opened them.

Thirteen was now barely two inches away from her, grinning with excitement as she held one hand above her head. Cameron looked up to see a small branch of torn off one of the pine bushes surrounding the hospital. Cameron grinned back.

"That's not mistletoe."

Thirteen smirked. "Do you really want to talk to me about mistletoe?" Brushing a hand over Cameron's flushed cheek, she leaned in and kissed the shorter woman. Cameron snaked an arm around her back, pulling the other doctor closer.

Thirteen broke the kiss first. "Merry Christmas, Cameron," she said, resting her forehead against Cameron's.

"Merry Christmas, Remy," Cameron answered, leaning in to kiss Thirteen again.