A/N: Hey you guys! Sad day today, especially since we are only a few hours from the ending of the most amazing series that I have ever watched. I will miss it forever, and it will always be in my heart.

This ending is the "real" one. I only wrote the other one for people that think House should die, (although I haven't got the courage of writting a sad fanfic without an alternate huddy and happy ending. Yeah, I'm a disney girl. XD) so i hope you all enjoy!

Chapter 12

I will always love you

The bright sunlight coming through the windows of his hospital room woke House up. He blinked a couple times, trying to adjust to the bright lights of the rooom, tired and confused.

Looking around he stated that he was laying on a hospital bed with plenty of IV bags, some with blood and others with painkillers, so he guessed that this was why he felt a little high, and a heart monitor next to him. He could feel a big bandage where his liver seemed to be, but he didn't remeber what had happened.

His mind was fuzzy. He remembered being kidnapped, getting Rachel's help to run away and fighting with Wilson. He also remebered... The wedding. "the wedding?" He thought, a little scared.

He couldn't remember anything after getting inside the wedding and a few ladies passing out. Had he been able of stop it? Or had Cuddy married Lucas? No... It couldn't have happened, could it? He got there in time, he must have told Cuddy everything about Lucas and...

He looked around for the first time, trying to find something that would give him more clues about what happened, and was more than glad to find that Cuddy was laying on a chair, next to him. A relief sensation feeled his body.

"Ok, so they didn't get married." He thought "But... what happened to me?"

He looked to Cuddy, wanting to wake her up and ask, but decided agains't it, since she seemed to be sleeping so peacefully, with the sun lighting her on a way that she even seemed... an angel. His angel.

He stayed a few minutes just watching her sleep, but curiosity won and he was getting sleepy due to the painkillers, so it was better to just ask it.

"Cuddy" He called, on a small voice, and she didn't even move.

"Cuddy!" He tried again, a lot louder than he wanted it to be, and gritted his teeth.

Cuddy woke up with a jump, and her eyes went right to House's bed. She stood up very fast and stood beside him, but she got a little dizzy from the sudden moviment, so she closed her eyes for a few seconds until the room stopped spinning.

"House!" She said, gladly to see he was awake, and much more relaxed.

It had been two weeks since House had been shoot , and those where the worst weeks of her life. She hadn't have a good sleep in days, and spend full nights in the hospital besides him. The doctors didn't know if he was going to wake up, but she had always kept her hopes up, and now he was awake.

And she felt like all the weight of the world that was on her shoulders had been taken off. It was an amazing sensation, but the risks for feeling it weren't, so she wished she would never feel it again.

"Hey Cuddles." He said, smiling and she couldn't resist, and went to hug him.

"Am I dreaming?" He said, after she let go.

Cuddy hugging him, especially that way, after what he had done to her one year before was completely weird thing.

"No." She answered, giving him an reassuring smile. "I'm just so glad you're ok!"

"What happened?" He asked, on a desperate tone, as if begging for her to make sence of things.

"You... Don't remember?" She said, and got a little ashamed of her little "party" when he woke up. If he didn't remember, he still thought she was mad at him.

And she got sad at that, because she felt bad for how much he had been in pain when she left, not even caring about what he thought or felt. But she had been so angry, and miserable and unhappy...

"unhappy people do reckless things"

She heard herself saying that to House not a year ago, playing over and over again in her mind. Back then, she said it just so he could stop saying that it was her fault. Because it was too painfull to know that she had caused him this much emotional pain.

And she did it again, and that was killing her form the inside out, because she hadn't cared how much it hurt back then, as long as he got punnished for what he did.

"You broke inside my and Lucas' wedding " She started. "You told me everything Lucas did to you and I broke the marriage off." She said, skiping their almost kiss. "Lucas wasn't glad at all with that, so he took a gun from god knows where and was going to shoot me."

"But I jumped in front of you and I got shot." He finnished, putting his hand on the bandage and looking at her. She nodded.

"You saved my life."

A few silent minutes passed before House asked.

"How bad was it?" His diagnostician side clearily visible.

"The bulled hit you hard and almost passed through your back. It hit exactly in your liver, causing internal bleeding almost instantly..." She stopped for a moment to recover of how close she had been of loosing him. And she wasn't sure of how she was going to cope with that if it had happened.

"... Surgeons here removed the bullet and stopped the bleed, but your liver was damaged beyound repair, so you still needed a transplant..."

"Am I going to die?" He asked, but didn't seem to care. If they hadn't found the liver, it was ok, because he had saved Cuddy from a maniac and she was would take a good care of her and Rachel. Right now, nothing else mattered.

"... We couldn't find a donor so someone offered up." She said, praying for him not to ask who.

"Who?" He asked, and Cuddy shook her head in defeat.

"Wilson." She almost whispered.

Wilson. House hadn't spoken to him since the fight they had over Rachel and yet, there he was, risking his life to save his best friend, like he always did. It was on Wilson's nature to do so.

A part of him started to feel bad about that fight, and for getting mad at Wilson. He was just trying to help and bring his best friends together, like he always did.

A long moment passed before House had the courage to ask.

"Is he... Ok?"

House needed Wilson to be ok. He couldn't handle Wilson dying, because it would all be his fault. Because he jumped in front of a bullet to save the woman he loved. Because he fought with him and never gave Wilson the chance to apologize or to even tell why he did it. Wilson had always been important,and had helped him a lot, not only after Cuddy left, but during his whole life. They were just like brothers, and House would blame himself forever if something bad had happened to him.

"There where complications of the surgery. He got very sick and almost died. But luckly PPTH has one of the best ICU's ever seen and were able to save him. He is still in the hospital, but recovering pretty quickly. He'll be discharged tommorow if there aren't any more problems."

House felt good again. Everyone was safe and happy. There were just two things he wanted to know now, and one of them mattered the most for his life.

"And Lucas?" He wanted to know what had happened with that bastard. He had almost got what he wanted.

"He's in jail, probably for a long time, if not for the rest of his life, and he will never get the right to have a parole." She speaked pretty proudly and House smiled. He loved to see her like this.

They stopped talking, just looking at each others, each one stuck on it's own thoughts.

"Cuddy?" House asked, and she looked at him.

"Yes?"

"Are we... ok?"

Silence feeled the room. Cuddy didn't want anything else than to say yes and kiss him. But she needed to know if he was going to behave. Because she couldn't handle another car into her livingroom, or drugs around her daughter. She really wanted it to work out this time, but he needed to promise some things to her.

"Yes."

"Yes?" He asked, relieved, surprised and glad at the same time.

"You got shot for me and saved me from a phsicho that is going to spend the rest of his life in jail. You saved me from having a life of complete misery to have one... a much better one" She controlled herself for not saying that she loved him.

She would do so, but he had to make the first move.

"Thank you." He answered, seeming very happy. Cuddy nodded, and went back to the chair she was sitting before, but she saw that he wanted to telll her something, but didn't seem to have the guts to do so.

He wanted to tell her more than anything how much he loved her, and wanted another chance, but he still didn't feel the right to do so, or even knew how to ask.

"House?" She called, and he looked at her.

"Yes?"

"Is that it? Or there is something else you want to ask me?" She asked, and he smiled.

"I can't hide anything from you, can I?" She shook her head.

"Say it." But the words sounded more like an order than she expected them to.

"I'm sorry" House said, and she felt her heart skip a bit.

House never said he was sorry. About anything. And even though that she knew what he mean by that sorry, she never thought he would be able to apologize for that, because it was her fault. Or at list, that was what she thought he thought.

As Cuddy gave him no response, he kept talking.

"I'm sorry for breaking both your heart and you home that day, it's just that I was so scared of loosing you for that guy and I wouldn't be able to handle that. I'm sorry for blaming you after our breakup, it's just that I couldn't live without you, and only the thought of that made me scared to death. I should have been able to be there for you, but I would have never had the guts to do so, because if I was supposed to say goodbye, I wouldn't be able to..."

Cuddy was speechless, she never thought House would blame himself so much for almost everything that went wrong in their relationship. And that wasn't fair, because she had screwed up several times herself, and she couldn't let him take the blame for all of that.

"...And I promise that if you give me another chance, I will never do that again. I will try my best to make you as happy as you can be, and love you more then anything in the world. But I completely understand if you say no, because I can never imagine how much pain I must have caused you and your daughter..." He stopped for a few seconds to get some air.

"...So, Lisa Cuddy, will you give me another chance?"

Cuddy didn't answer. She couldn't. This was, way more than she ver thought House would admit. This was so.. out of chacter for him, but it was still unfair that he blamed himself for everything that went wrong betwwen them.

A couple minutes passed before she started.

"I forgive you, for everything you have done wrong." Seh said, and she saw him relaxing a little.

"But I'm also sorry. I should have known how badly hurt emotionally you were all of those times. Especially that morning before the accident. I should have told you that I was going on a date, so that you wouldn't be surprised to find him there." She looked at him, and he seemed very surprised.

"Not everything that went wrong with us isn't your fault, you know?" He nodded, still feeling surprised.

"So, will you give me another chance?" He asked again, on a small voice, looking at her with those pelading blue eyes, begging her to accept.

"Yes,I will. But there are some conditions." He was so glad, that almost didn't even listen the last part of the sentence. But it didn't mind at all. He would do anything to be close to her again!

"Such as?" He asked

"You will have to behave next to Rachel, snd stop showing her those pirates cartoons. They are awful"

"But mooooooom!" He said, and she gave a look at him, so he nodded.

"Fine. What else?"

"And..." She knew what she was going to ask was very hard for him to do.

"When you get all better, I want you to stop taking vicodin." She said, and silence felled the room. House seemed to consider it for a long time, and Cuddy even started to thing he wouldn't agree, but then he said, very loud and fast.

"Can we cut the couple problems now and kiss? I'm almost drifting off to sleep thanks for these painkillers." he asked, a little impacient.

Cuddy didn't answer, she just stood up, leaned over him and the kissed.

Such a wonderful and pationate kiss, that it felt as if everything they had kept inside for so long had been set free. The feeling was... perfection. Just like any other moment of them would always be.

The end

A/N: This is how I have always wanted this fic to end. IF some day I decide to make a sequel, I will definetelly use this ending. I just hoe you enjoyed, and have a good episode tonight!

Camila