A/N: Well, this is it, kiddies. I wanted to get this posted today so I can put my effort into Camp NaNoWriMo. Not sure how that's going to turn out. My mind is still a jumble of ideas and thoughts at this point. I don't even know if I'll post the story once it's done, due to the content in it but we'll see. Anyway, thanks to all who've read and commented on this story. It was fun to write and I'm glad you all enjoyed it, even though it was full of inconsistencies and what not. Oh, and Happy Easter to all who celebrate it.

Epilogue

London, England

1666

House and Emmett arrived a few weeks after his escape from the tower in hopes that the excitement of that would have dissipated. Nobody would expect to see him, and dressed as one of the servants, he'd be able to blend in with everyone else.

The sun was just beginning to set and the rain finally stopped as they went over the game plan.

"Do you have everything?"

"Yeah. Hopefully it won't take too long to convince her to leave with me."

"Here's hoping. Good luck, House," Emmett gave him a thumbs up and lowered the DeLorean so it was next to the balcony of Althea's bedroom. House quickly climbed out and went inside to find her sitting at her dresser brushing her hair.

"Getting yourself all pretty for me?" he said softly as he stood in the doorway of the balcony.

She gasped and turned around to face him. She suddenly went very pale.

"Greg? You... I... I don't..."

"Relax. You're not staring at a ghost."

"But... how did you escape?"

"Emmett."

She thought about it for a minute and then it was as if a light bulb went off over her head. "The time machine."

"Yep. And that's why I'm here. I came to take you back with me. If you want to, that is."

"What about? You know... your lady."

"She moved out a few weeks ago. Look, we don't have a lot of time. But I'm not staying in this time for obvious reasons and you shouldn't either. I can't tell you any more than that."

"Why not?"

"To quote the great Emmett Brown, nobody should know too much about their own destiny. But out of curiosity I looked you up in the history books. Yeah, I cheated, but it was your history, not mine."

She was still speechless so he took her hands in his. "Look, this will be the last time I come back here. I can't keep making visits like this, as much as I'd love to. If I get caught, I'll lose my head for sure. I can only imagine what happened when they came to take me away and found the cell empty," he chuckled.

"Oh, you should have seen it! Everyone was gathered in the town square, all ready to see the execution of the handsome, brilliant doctor, whom they thought was my father's prodigal son. And then all hell broke loose when they discovered you gone."

House grinned at the very idea. "I wish I could've seen that. Oh well. Anyway, the choice is yours. You have ten minutes to pack some essentials and then we've gotta get outta here."

"I... I don't know. I can't just... fall off the face of the earth."

"Yeah, actually you can. It's better than the alternative..." his voice trailed off and he kicked himself for saying too much.

"The alternative? Greg? What are you talking about?"

"Let me just say that your future isn't so bright you gotta wear shades. If you stay here, that is."

She looked confused as to his meaning. "Tell me."

"No. It might make things worse. And besides, if you come with me, it won't come to pass anyway."

"I'm not going anywhere until you tell me," she hissed as she folded her arms across her chest.

"I guess you're staying then. Too bad. You would've enjoyed 1999," he said with a shrug, trying not to show how hurt he was at her refusal. He was quite surprised by it. He thought she'd be leading him out the door.

House headed for the balcony where Emmett was hovering.

"Greg, wait."

He stopped and watched her come toward him just as her bedroom door opened and her sister walked in. When she saw House, she looked stunned, turned pale and fainted dead away.

"Well, that solves that problem," he thought to himself and the ether he had in his pocket just in case. He was, however, tempted to use it on Althea and just take her anyway, but he knew it had to be her choice. "Okay, now I really have to get outta here before she wakes up. Whaddya say, Princess? I can't promise you'll be ridiculously happy, but you'll see and experience things beyond your comprehension and you'll live a good deal longer than you would if you stayed here."

"How do you know that?"

"What's the average life expectancy here?"

She chuckled. "One is lucky to see sixty."

"What would you say if I told you that people live past 100? There's no plague, no sweating sickness, no consumption. None of the killers that you see here. You could and should live a hell of a long time. But you won't if you stay here. And that's a fact."

It didn't take much more convincing. He waited somewhat impatiently while she wrote a quick note to her father and sister, grabbed a few things and let House help her into the DeLorean which was waiting outside.

Emmett smiled at her as she settled herself in House's lap and held onto him for dear life. "You made the right decision," he told her and patted her hand. "Time circuits on. Destination, Princeton, New Jersey, July 15th, 1999."

Althea's eyes widened as the car picked up speed and flew through the air and then punched through time in a brilliant flash of light accompanied by three sonic booms which would take her to her new life.

The End.