Okay, folks, this is the last chapter. Thank you all for reviewing, and if you want a sequel, I'll work on one. But first, I HAVE to write and post my Kaleido Star fic, and I also have a bunch of summer work to get done for school- four chapters of math and three books and notes on said books, if you must know. So I'll do that stuff first. I also have to post a deleted scene for this fic- if you want, check it out when its ready!

Sara: Ah, poor, poor you in Tulsa. No cicadas=:D ! Also, you might find this amusing- my lowest exam grade, and the only one that's not an A... is my GYM EXAM. *facepalm* Doc Shelton is a KLJFKL:SDHFJDKLSAKLFJDSJFSDJL

This chapter has minor spoilers from my Aftershock series (SVU) but unless you've read it, you probably won't recognize the spoilers.

And my cut and paste is not working AGAIN so screw it, I'm not posting the warning. You all should know it by now anyway

Chapter 15

"Chase!" Cameron called from the kitchen, making him groan. "Get in here, we need to talk!"

With a sigh, Chase got to his feet and grudgingly headed off to Cameron, knowing what exactly what the following discussion would be about. Ever since he had tried to talk to her about his conversation with Thirteen in the bar- which had been over a week ago- it had been an ongoing argument between them, even though Chase was practically begging on his hands and knees for her to forget he had ever brought it up.

He had simply, after several minutes of trying to dance around the topic and not state it outright, said, 'I want kids,' and Cameron had exploded into a thousand different reasons why it was impractical- we both work all day, we're not married, our place isn't big enough, yada yada yada. Interestingly enough, she had never said that she didn't want kids, just that it wasn't a good idea right now. But after Chase had said that he wanted her to throw away the frozen embryos, after several minutes of shocked silence, Cameron had simply stormed off to bed without saying anything. Whenever he brought the topic again, that was the usual outcome, but on the rare occasion that she mentioned it, they ended up fighting for hours on end.

'Time to end this,' he thought as he headed off to talk with his girlfriend. "Cameron," he said firmly when he saw her cleaning out a cabinet, and walked over to stand in front of her. "I'm fine with not having kids right now, though I would like to have them someday. But, while I get your reasons for not throwing away the embryos... well, I'm ready to commit to this relationship. If you're not, then-"

"Chase!" Cameron exclaimed, gesturing for him to stop. "Chase, wait... I... I wanted to say that today I got the paperwork to throw them away."

He blinked, clearly shocked. He hadn't expected that answer, not at all. "I... I... what?" he finally stammered, still staring at her in surprise.

Cameron hesitated, then said, "You were right. I wasn't holding onto them for something to remember him by... well, not at least... I wanted to have an alternative if we didn't work out. I mean, we've been dating for almost two years now, but I suppose I just was never certain that something wouldn't happen... so, I wanted to make a deal with you, Chase. In truth, I want kids, too. But I'm not going to have them with you unless we get married. So... if you were to, say, propose... then I would throw the embryos away."

Chase sat there, frozen in shock. Out of all the possible outcomes for the ongoing argument, this had been one that he had not foreseen. "I, uh... Cameron, I..." he stammered, unsure of what to say. She just smiled at him until he finally decided to just act on instinct.

Chase got down on one knee and looked up at, hopefully, his soon to be fiancée. "Well, I know I don't have a ring right now, but... Allison Cameron.. would you ma-"

"Yes!" she exclaimed before he even got finished, giving an ecstatic squeal before yanking him upright. Chase stood there, shocked, for a moment, before returning the kiss, unable to believe what had just happened.

13 13 13

Thirteen had sat on her couch, watching TV, for practically the entire day now. The numbing daytime shows weren't a substitute to cutting, but it was still pretty nice. And, while cutting usually made everything go away, and Thirteen saw absolutely nothing wrong with it, it did have the unfortunate side affect of often dripping blood on her furniture and clothes, and then it was impossible to get out. She laughed out loud at the thought, of how ridiculous it sounded- she was pregnant with her rapist's baby, she cut herself about ten times a day... and was worried about getting stains on the furniture.

She sighed, leaning back against the pillow, a conversation with the lawyer for her case playing back in her mind.

"Look, I'm sorry that didn't go so well," Casey apologized to Chase, Cuddy, and Thirteen. "He was trying to make it seem like the evidence against his client was a criminal, a hooker, and a girl who was crying rape. Don't worry, I'm still pretty sure of a guilty verdict, his closing arguments were pretty shaky and mainly consisted of distraction techniques. Still, I'm sorry about what he put you through."

"It's fine," Chase said, then spotted Cameron behind Casey and mumbled something about having to go and hurrying over to her. Cuddy saw House waiting for her and didn't even bother replying and just ran straight over to him. Thirteen sighed, then started to turn away, stopping and crying out when Casey grabbed her arm. Thirteen tried to rip her injured arm out of the lawyer's grasp, but Casey refused to let go.

"Wait!" she demanded, yanking her closer and examining the cut on her arm before shaking her head and releasing her. "How long have you been cutting yourself?"

"I..." she stammered, desperately trying to come up with an excuse, "I...uh-"

"Please, Dr. Hadley. I work sex crimes. I see this sort of thing almost everyday... how long?"

Thirteen hesitated, then just gave up with a sigh. "I don't know, exactly. I started when I found out I was pregnant because..."

"Because you couldn't use alcohol?" finished Casey, still watching her in concern. Thirteen blinked, surprised at her accurate appraisal of the situation, then nodded in agreement. "Listen, I know you don't see anything wrong with cutting, but... trust me, its not a good thing."

"How do you know?" Thirteen asked curiously, looking the lawyer over. Then, angrier, "How the hell would know anything about this?"

Casey hesitated, then shrugged simply and said, "Because I've been through it. Look, I'm not trying to tell you how to run your life or anything, but.. just trust me on this. Next time you get the urge to cut, try to hold out for ten, fifteen minutes. Keep doing that. Eventually, it'll get easier, and the urge will go away. It just takes a long while to get that easy."

With another sigh, Thirteen looked despondently down at the many cuts on her bare arm, then just sighed. That conversation had been two days ago. Ever since that day, she had either cut herself more vehemently than before- and relished the pain afterwards- or tried to follow the lawyer's advice. It was surprisingly difficult to hold out for even five minutes, though the longer she resisted, the more the urge went away.

Groaning again, Thirteen tossed the remote across the room as yet another annoying daytime soap opera came on. God, she hated taking days of work. All she did was sit around all day and do nothing. Unfortunately, since Cuddy was still at home, Cameron had taken over and given everybody involved with the trial three days off, in hopes that the jury would return with the verdict by then.

HOUSE HOUSE HOUSE

House enjoyed taking days of work. He enjoyed making up fake reasons to get off work and enjoyed faking sick even more. Cuddy, however, was his exact opposite in that respect, and was itching for anything besides sitting at home all day. Especially because that left her empty hours where she could do nothing but think. And her thoughts, more often than not, turned towards a certain night about three weeks ago, nowadays. And that wasn't very fun to think about, not at all.

"Cuddy!" she heard a voice call from the kitchen- House.

She sighed, then shouted back, "What? I'm becoming educated in the world of boring daytime soap operas, so this better be important!"

House chuckled as he came back out into the living room, smiling slightly. "It is. That was that lawyer. The jury has the verdict, we need to be down at the courthouse in ten minutes."

Cuddy's smile immediately vanished, in its place appearing a nervous frown. "Oh... oh, I..." She bit her lip, then switched off the TV and quickly got to her feet. "Come on, lets go." Suddenly, it was rather hard to breathe, and she was finding it impossible to keep calm.

House noticed, and reached out to grab her hand as he said, "Cuddy. Everything's going to be fine. I promise."

She smirked and rolled her eyes. "Don't make promises you can't keep, House."

HOUSE HOUSE HOUSE

So, finally, three days after closing arguments, the five doctors convened in the courtroom once again, ready to hear the verdict that could change their lives. The lawyer nodded at them encouragingly from where she sat at the front of the room as others filed inside. Somehow, the doctors all ended up in the back corner, the two couples holding hands and Thirteen lightly rubbing her stomach.

If Eric Mitchel was found innocent, the likelihood that he would ever leave Chase and Cameron alone was zero. And a stalker did not a happy marriage make. Thirteen would have to deal with the possibility of him someday trying to get custody of her child, which she would not allow.

Cuddy would have to find a way to get past the paranoia of him coming back someday, and all of them knew that he wasn't going to stop with his crimes until he was either in prison or dead.

House squeezed Cuddy's hand as the jury came back, hoping that things didn't end badly.

Chase allowed Cameron to lean her head on his shoulder, both knowing if the verdict was not guilty, their marriage plans would have to be held off for a while.

Thirteen continued rubbing her stomach and just wondered what the hell she was going to do, guilty or not guilty verdict aside.

They all looked towards the jury as the foreman read from the piece of paper, "We find the defendant, Eric Mitchel, guilty."

Well, sorry for the cheesy ending, but I suck with endings. I'm off to eat pizza (yes, Sean, diggornio or however its spelled. NOW *explosions*) Please review and tell me if you want a sequel or not!