Here it is folks, the last chapter. Enjoy!

"Your going where?"

The shock in Cuddy's voice equally matched the expression she wore on her face. The dean of medicine had been interrupted rather abruptly by the appearance of Wilson standing in the door way.

"Allow me to reiterate, I am and I quote "going to my appointment tomorrow with doctor Katz and I asked House to come."

The way in which this piece of information was presented reminded Cuddy of someone they both knew all too well but, no matter, down to business.

"He agreed to this?"

"Surprisingly yeah and get this, there was not a hint of sarcasm in his voice. (Pause) Well, he did mention something about ink blots."

Rolling her eyes at this comment, Cuddy started to pace but stopped suddenly when a thought hit her which prompted a wary glare.

"Did House say why he agreed?"

This question was confusing to Wilson. How could Cuddy ask that? Didn't she know who they were dealing with here?

"Just a wild guess here but, do you think House has finally come to his senses?"

Shooting the oncologist a glare, the dean of medicine got up from around her desk and looked Wilson dead in the eye.

"Are you out of your mind? Have you forgotten everything? House is obviously willing to do anything for you including risking his life, again, but you, I don't know what your willing to lose."

"I did lose something remember? The love of my life…….Amber. Look, I know your right but I have to do this, we have to do this."

Shaking her head this comment Cuddy crossed her arms over chest and sighed. Even after everything that's happened Lisa had forgotten Wilson's pride.

"You wrong"

"About what?"

House entered the office just then after hearing what Cuddy had just said. Shooting her a confused glare the crippled physician arched an eye brow while having a seat on the couch.

"So, what are we talking about? Something personnel I'll bet."

The smirk he'd been wearing disappeared when the diagnostician met his friends gaze.

"What?"

Sighing to himself, Wilson walked over to House who had made himself comfortable and asked the inevitable question.

"You've never wanted to see a psychiatrist before, why now?"

"Because you asked me to. I thought it was obvious, why is it so hard for the two of you to understand that?."

Knowing this wasn't getting them anywhere, House rolled his eyes, got up from the couch and started to pace.

As he watched the older man struggle with his inner demons while massaging his forehead with thumb and forefinger, Wilson wished he had never brought this on.

"Alright fine, I retract my offer. I'm not going to see the damn shrink even though I know it'll make Jimmy feel like crap, there satisfied? We can all go back to how things used to be. Now, everybody's happy."

This being said, House headed towards the door but not before being called back by his colleagues who were choking back tears.

"we're sorry."

"Well, you weren't wrong in your analysis, not completely, there is a reason I'm doing this, apart from you Jimmy."

This admission was surprising to both Cuddy and Wilson but neither wanted to ruin their friend's clarity.

"I'm tired of running from my problems and my friends. So, if this is what has to be done then so be it."

Boy do I know when to walk into a room, House thought to himself hours later as he and Cuddy were walking out to the parking lot. Neither one spoke until getting into the car.

"Your awfully quiet."

This observation earned a shrug from her companion as Cuddy watched House from the passenger seat.

"No more then usual. (Pause) it's a nice night."

There was a calm, content tone in his voice as House spoke which intrigued Cuddy. Where had the misanthropic loner gone? The man with every medical answer but absolutely no social life? It appeared he had found peace after a life long battle with himself…and House was happy.

"I know I don't say it enough but, I am proud of you."

"Aw, thanks mom."

Rolling her eyes at this comment, Cuddy continued to speak not wanting to lose her train of thought despite any distractions.

"I mean it, and what your doing for Wilson tomorrow even after everything…"

Before she could continue this sentence, House had parked the car and placed a finger over Cuddy's lips.

"I would do the same for you. Maybe more."

Change was good and House couldn't deny it. Frankly, he had no desire to fight a losing battle, not anymore.

The End

(That's it. I hope you all enjoyed this story. Thank you all for reviewing and continuing to read my work. I have a story in the works involving House and Kutner and am open to any suggestions. Also, if any of you have any suggestions on how to continue this trilogy I'd love to hear them. Until then, have a great day.)