After some inspiration I thought I would never get, here's the last chapter. Please review, if you don't mind, and check my author's page for a new story hopefully coming soon. Enjoy! )

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House found Hannah first. She was strategically hidden behind the bed.

"Nice hiding spot," House said sarcastically, but it was lost on Hannah.

"Thanks," she said brightly. "It took you an hour to find me, I think."

Cameron laughed and walked over to them. "Do you want to play again?"

"Nope. I'm hungry," Hannah announced. "I want mac and cheese."

Cameron glanced at the clock. It was 7:45, which she knew was late for Hannah to eat dinner, so it was no shock she was hungry.

"Okay, let's go see if we have any."

Hannah led the way into her aunt's kitchen, pulling open the cabinet door. Luckily, there were three boxes of macaroni lined up right in front of the cereal.

"You don't have the Spongebob kind?" It was House.

"Sorry to disappoint," she said, a smile tugging at her lips.

Cameron bustled about the kitchen, making the macaroni as quickly as she could. She hadn't noticed she was so hungry, and though she knew she was probably too old for it, the cheesy pasta sounded appetizing.

When it was finished, the three of them sat at Cameron's small kitchen table. I can't believe House is eating macaroni without complaining, she thought.

When they were finished with dinner, Hannah helped Cameron wash dishes with the enthusiasm only a three year old can have. House, on the other hand, didn't help. He merely stood behind them, occasionally commenting on Cameron's lack of skill at scrubbing dishes.

This was followed by a few more rounds of hide-and-seek, which ended at 8:45 when Hannah fell fast asleep on Cameron's bed. Cameron didn't want to disturb her niece and left her on the bed after bringing in a few blankets. Then, House and Cameron were officially free to do whatever they wanted. "Want to watch TV?" she asked once they were back in her living room.

"Only if I'm in charge of the remote," House said. He sat down on Cameron's couch and switched on the television, immediately changing it to a sports channel. Cameron somehow managed to make it through a basketball game and the follow-up sports talk show, intermittently getting up to check on Hannah. By the time that was over, it was nearing 11.

Cameron sighed. "Molly was supposed to be home ages ago. I wonder why she hasn't called."

House merely shrugged and changed the TV to General Hospital.

Cameron, who was sitting next to House on the couch, attempted to grab the remote, but House picked up his cane and lightly poked her with it.

"Mine," he said. I knew I'd regret giving him the remote.

"What channel plays soap operas this late at night?" Cameron asked with some level of astonishment.

"Channels that appreciate the value of completely unbelievable plots and melodramatic writing."

"I see."

Cameron fell asleep halfway through the episode, just as some nurse or other discovered that her long lost son was one of the patients who needed a liver transplant within the next twenty-four hours.

"Like that would ever happen," House said. "Who would want to sleep with a nurse who looked like that? No way would she have a son."

"Mmm," Cameron muttered, her eyelids fluttering shut. She tentatively leaned against House, and when he didn't seem to mind, she promptly fell asleep.

The sound of someone knocking on the door woke her finally. She sat up beside House, who was still watching General Hospital.

"About time your sister came home," he said.

Cameron looked at the clock; it was midnight, even though Molly had promised to be home by 9:30.

She moved to the door, and pulled it open. When she saw her sister in the doorway, she remembered that House was still there. I told Molly I hadn't made plans…

"Hi, Al," Molly said. "Sorry I'm late; was Hannah okay?"

"She was an angel," Cameron said. "She's sleeping in my room; I'll go get her."

Cameron returned quickly with Hannah fast asleep in her arms. "She's dead asleep," she whispered.

"You said you didn't have plans!" Molly accused, taking Hannah from her sister and looking to where House was still sitting on the couch.

"They weren't important," Cameron explained. "Besides, you sounded so excited."

"I owe you, then," Molly said, and from the flush on her cheeks and sparkling eyes, Cameron could tell her sister didn't regret going on her date.

"It's fine," Cameron said. "I'll see you and Hannah soon, okay?"

"Okay." Molly smiled and turned to leave. "Bye."

"Bye," Cameron called as she closed the door behind them.

She heard House coming before she turned around, the soft thud of his cane on the carpet giving him away.

"I'm sorry I ruined our date," she said as he moved to stand next to her.

"It wasn't ruined. I am slightly upset, though."

"Upset?" Cameron asked, not expecting that to be his response. "Why?"

"I couldn't do this in front of the kid."

Before Cameron realized what was going on, House leaned down and kissed her.

Although they had been in their quasi-relationship for a while now, every time he did that, she still felt her stomach flip over and her breath catch.

House broke away gently, and turned to leave. He opened the door before saying, "See you Monday. Don't be late."

"I never am," Cameron replied, smiling at him.

"Oh, and next time, instead of hide and seek, we play Clue," he said, pausing in the doorway. "I have a thing for Miss Scarlet."

And then he was gone. Cameron turned and walked towards her room to sleep, her hand gently touching her lips, his kiss still lingering.

Maybe occasionally doing a favor for Molly isn't so bad after all.