A/N: Sorry for the delay; here's the last chapter! I'm kind of sad this is over because it was lots of fun to write =(. I'll probably do some more Chase/Cameron but not until spring break (in a week) because I have a lot of school stuff to do before then!

Anyway, this chapter is set a little over a year from the current (season 5) episodes, and Chase and Cameron are married.

"Ready?" Chase asked quietly as she slipped out of the locker room, bag on her shoulder. She hesitated a moment, and he realized what she wanted and answered her unspoken question. "Of course. Let's go." Hand in hand, they headed for the stairwell, but instead of going down toward the hospital's main doors, they took the left flight of stairs up. A sense of almost nostalgia overtook him as they came to the diagnostics wing, and he squeezed her hand firmly. Knocking on the familiar office door because the blinds were closed, he stuck his head inside. "House?"

Just like always, House sat with his feet on his desk, twirling his cane and staring pensively into space. He said nothing. Chase stepped inside and pulled Cameron behind him, waiting for her to speak. "Just thought we'd stop and say goodbye, House."

He glanced at her and nodded, casual sarcasm evident on his face. "Well, see ya."

Chase scowled at him behind Cameron's head, willing him not to hurt her, just this once. But House, of course, pretended not to notice and went back to his cane. She took a breath like she was going to speak, but suddenly turned and left the office. In the moment before Chase followed her, when he looked back at House and their eyes met, there was something like regret there along with the sadness and permanent pain. House held his eyes until he turned to go after Cameron.

There was nothing he could think to say that she didn't already know. The whole day had been spent saying goodbye to their friends and acquaintances at PPTH, but they hadn't seen House at all. When Cuddy found and hugged them both, congratulating them and wishing them luck, she told them he was hiding out for the day and would come talk to them on his own terms. Chase had prayed all day that he would - it just didn't seem right to leave PPTH permanently without some kind of closure regarding the man they'd learned to both hate and admire over the years. He knew House didn't do well with goodbyes, or any emotion, but he'd hoped for some recognition of the fact that two of the original ducklings were leaving.

When he caught up with Cameron just entering the stairwell, there was nothing he could do but take her wrist and pull her into his arms. She stayed for a moment, then laced her fingers through his and turned away. Tugging him behind her, she started up the last flight of stairs to the roof. He paused a minute. "Are you sure you're up to climbing around these days?"

She laughed. "Rob, I'm fine! You can't start with the overprotectiveness already! Besides, you're the one who's always telling me it's perfectly safe." He reluctantly conceded and followed her.

The couple emerged onto the roof just as the sun began to drop below the horizon. Turning away from the painted sky, they wandered slowly to their corner. Cameron paused and leaned against the brick wall, then gave him a slightly embarrassed smile. "You go first?"

"Of course," he grinned. She always had been a little afraid of heights and liked to have him on the balcony to help her down. He swung gracefully over the railing and lowered himself till he was two feet from the concrete, then let go. He heard her draw in a quick breath and looked up, amused, when he landed. "Still perfectly safe," he assured her. "Come on...but be careful."

She eased a leg over the rail, movements slightly more cautious than usual, then brought the other to join it. Crouched on the four inch ledge, hands clamped vise-like to the metal bars in front of her, she slowly walked her feet down the wall till she felt his hands on her hips. Only when his arms circled her waist did she let go and land lightly on the balcony.

This time it was him that let out a sigh of relief. Leaving his arms around her, he rubbed her stomach and asked, "You okay?"

"Are you talking to me or little Robbie?" she teased.

"Both of you! And it could be a little Allie," he reminded her. At her three-month checkup last week, they'd decided not to find out the gender of the baby.

Chase slid down against the wall till he was resting on the concrete, then opened his arms for her to come sit with him. She settled between his legs and leaned back comfortably on his chest. After a moment of peaceful silence, she asked, "You're sure we're doing the right thing?"

Concerned, he turned her slightly to see her face. "Only if you are. Having second thoughts?"

A split second pause, then she said, "No, I know this is best. An ER nurse mother and Intensivist father would make for one lonely child. But I don't want you to be bored teaching..."

"I'll be fine," he assured her. "Actually, I'm looking forward to the slower pace. No way I would want to leave you and our baby home for the crazy hours I work now." Two months ago, when they found out, the couple began thinking about a lifestyle change. When Chase was offered a teaching position at the Cambridge College of Medicine, they decided it was a perfect fit and Cameron would stay home at least until their child started in the excellent Cambridge local school.

"It's so strange leaving after all these years...and this time we aren't coming back. Nearly everyone we know is somehow associated with this hospital." Silence reigned for a moment as they both let it sink in that once they walked out the doors, it would all be over. No more quick meals grabbed in the noisy cafeteria and no more bets based on fifth-hand gossip. No more traditional after-work drinks with Foreman in the booth they'd used for six years. No more being sought out by House when he was desperate and knew they were the only ones who believed in his insane methods.

Chase heard a sniff and realized she was crying as he felt a droplet on his hand. "Oh, Allie..."

"I'm okay, I promise. You know me...always the emotional one. I'll miss it, but I almost think it's time. We've both gotten all we can from this place." He knew she was referring back to House's remarks when they both left the first time. "We're both better doctors than we were, and I'm less of a wuss now," she laughed.

He snorted. "You're not the only one. If we could handle him for so long, we can handle anything."

"And the best thing I got from this hospital I'm taking with me." She smiled and he wrapped his arms tighter around her. "I just wish..." Chase scowled again, wishing House could have taken a break from being an ass for just one second to say goodbye.

"I know. But of course that's how he is...Cuddy warned us this wasn't easy for him."

"It was so easy for him to let us go the first time, why would it be any different now?"

"Sometimes I think he knew we'd be back," Chase mused. "He probably saw that Cuddy would offer us both jobs, and Foreman too."

"If he knew we'd be back then, he should know we won't now." They were quiet again, reflecting on the one thing they both wanted before leaving PPTH for the last time.

Chase was startled nearly ten minutes later by a raindrop in his hair. "Damn," he growled.

"What?" She looked confused.

"It's starting to rain." Another drip.

"Really? The sky is perfectly clear."

He looked up and saw she was right. "I could have sworn I felt..." Then a steady stream of water poured down on his head, splashing onto her. "What the hell?!" Spluttering, they scrambled to their feet - and saw the source of the "rain."

"House!" He stood at the edge of the roof, holding out an empty water bottle.

"Oops...Who would have guessed I'd find you here?" Chase rolled his eyes, wondering how long ago House had discovered this hiding place. They should have known there was no way to keep a secret from him.

Seeing Cameron was carefully silent, not willing to let down her guard again, Chase spoke. "Did you want something, House?"

The older man leaned against the rail, propped on his elbows. "I just wanted to say..." Cameron looked up suddenly, hearing the change in his tone. "Good luck." A pause. "I know you'll be fine. You've both...grown a lot."

Slightly shocked by this out-of-character encouragement, Cameron just gazed up silently. Chase responded for both, "Thank you. That means a lot coming from you."

"I'm going to be without an ER attending to supply me with cases and a surgeon who will take my word that every insane procedure I suggest is necessary. I'll...miss you."

They knew how hard this awkward admission was for him. Cameron finally found her voice again. "We'll miss you too." She held his gaze for a moment more. "Goodbye, House."

He simply nodded before pulling away from the rail. They stood and listened to his familiar uneven gait till the door opened and he was gone. Then Chase wrapped Cameron in his arms once more, and she clung to him for just a moment. "I'm ready to go," she said, satisfied now. He boosted her to the ledge and followed, then they walked together out the Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital's front doors for the last time.

And so ends my first multichapter House fic. Please review!