*Last chapter before the epilogue my Dearies. I've been getting wonderful, wonderful feedback and I love it to pieces. This story was special, and you guys seem to love it as much as I do.

This chapter will have implied hallucination of 1904, the Victorian era.

Review please.*

New Horizons

Emily stood by her father on the porch as her brother and sister pulled up in their automobile. "Allison! Robert!" She charged at the two gleefully, wrapping them both in a great big bear hug. Her mother had run to the store in town, getting eggs or milk.

"Hello, Emily!" Allison grinned at the little girl, probably fifteen or so, roughly half her own age. Robert was a little older than her still, and he loved his kid sister like a father loves his child. "It's been so long since we've seen you!"

"You should come back home more often." Their father scoffed as they strolled up the porch steps. "Your mother misses you as much-possibly more-than Emily does, but she has run to fetch the rest of dinner."

"We could've picked it up, father." Robert smirked at his father. "If you had told us."

"Letters take too long, you know." He returned the smirk.

"The telephone, I mean."

"Emily and Lisa know how to work that thing, but I sure as hell can't." House looked at his two daughters as they sat at the table.

"Will you two take me to the ice cream parlor? Sometime while your home, mother and father don't like ice cream as much as I do." Emily watched her sister set her bag down on the table, Allison sitting beside Robert and Gregory House (the three's father) across from the children.

"Is that some sort of tradition?" Allison asked jokingly. "Robert, if he will, could drive us to the parlor tonight after supper."

"I never mind treating you two to something." Robert smiled at the child sincerely. Oh, how she had grown since he last saw her! "Mother and father can come too, if they want."

"I think not, Robert. Though you and Allison sure do make a good offer, I have work. Sick people never rest you know." Their father frowned, hearing himself speak.

"Oh, father, sometimes I wish you WEREN'T a doctor." Emily's sympathetic voice was directed strictly at her father. "Some time though, the WHOLE family should go out for a treat."

"Emily, you know Allison and I have to go back to Virginia in a few weeks, we're only on vacation." His words made him sad, too.

"Then... maybe next time." Emily grimaced. "Robert, there will be a next time, won't there?" She raised an eyebrow.

"There's always a next time." Allison reminded her.

...

It was put on the shelf. On the cover was a black hole you soon recognized as the entrance of a cave, with "Time Runners" written on the cover in big, bold, capital letters. "Gregory House" was written little and in white letters, you wouldn't see it from a far distance. Still, it was a large phemomenon for New Jersey.

Cuddy walked into House's office carrying a book in her clutch. She had gained an awful lot of weight in the five months between the interview with the publisher and the date all the books were available to the public. "Autograph?" She smiled coyly.

"Like you even had to ask." He picked up his Sharpie and started to writing. As soon as he was done, he handed it back to her. She opened it and read the note aloud.

"'To my dearest Lisa, this is all thanks to you. Thank you for your support, the idea to write this book, and thank you for Emily. Greg.'" There was a tear rolling down her cheek, a tear of joy. "I love you to death, Greg House."

"I owe you everything, Lisa." Since he had learned about baby Emily, the first-name basis was becoming more public. "This story wouldn't exist without you."

"Yes it would." She chuckled softly, resting her hand on her curved stomach.

"But I wouldn't have enjoyed them as much as I did." He kissed her forehead and rested his hand on her's. "You and Emily made it all worth it."

"Your readers will want a sequel you know." She smiled and looked up into his crystal blue eyes. "I know I do."

"There's plenty more where the book came from." He grabbed his jacket and then rested it on her shoulders. She took his hand as they started to the car. "Let's get home and enjoy some dinner. Spaghetti?"

"As long as it's as good as the one in Rome." And like that they left.

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