A/N: This is the last chapter :( Hughville and I are thrilled that you enjoyed it and will continue to enjoy the next story in this trilogy. So stay tuned for Trials and Tribulations! You're not gonna wanna miss it! Thanks for reading and for all your awesome comments.

Chapter Twenty-Two

"Oh baby," House said as he grabbed Cameron around the waist and pulled her inside, kicking the door closed with his foot so it slammed shut in JoAnne's face.

She laughed as he picked her up off her feet and dropped her on the bed before climbing on top of her.

"Ready to join the mile high club, Dr. House?" he asked.

"Ready when you are, Dr. House," she giggled as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a long kiss.

"I'll bet she's listening on the other side of the door," House murmured.

"Probably. Let's give her something to listen to, then."

"You're evil. I love it," House said in a french accent before his lips crashed on hers once more. They quickly removed the rest of their clothes with a feverish intensity until they were both naked and wrapped up in each other. Lips and hands were everywhere and all was forgotten as they enjoyed each other.

"Wow," he groaned as he lay on the bed, completely spent and out of breath. "I think we may have overdone it a little."

"Well yeah, you are an old man, after all," Cameron teased and pinched his nipple, making him gasp in surprise. "You really shouldn't have over-exerted yourself."

"It's hard not to, with such a young, hot wife to keep up with. You're gonna be the death of me."

"Mhm, maybe," she grinned as she placed a soft kiss on his chest. "But what a way to go."

He chuckled and sat up. "Come on, I'm hungry."

"You're always hungry," she giggled as she tugged her shirt back on and put her hair up in a messy bun.

"I worked up quite an appetite."

Once they were dressed, they came out of the bedroom and House made a show of zipping up his jeans for JoAnn's benefit. "I'm still alive, in case you were worried."

JoAnn's jaw dropped when he passed by her. "We'll have lunch now. And some more champagne."

"Of course, sir…"

"Doctor," he corrected. "Old men can be doctors too, you know."

JoAnn looked down at the floor. "You heard me."

"It was kind of hard to avoid with the bathroom being right next to the cockpit. Next time, check for the ocupado sign before you stick your foot in your mouth."

"Yes, Doctor House," she murmured with a quick glance at him. She swallowed nervously at the look of contempt in his eyes and color flooded her face.

He brushed past her. "And in the future be careful what you say or you just might find yourself out of a job."

In the end, House and Cameron saw more of their hotel rooms than the countries they visited. Cameron insisted on swimming in the Aegean Sea while they were in Greece. House followed her out into the crystal clear waters and floated on his back as she swam back and forth.

"You're like a little mermaid," he laughed as she floated beside him.

"Does that mean you're Prince Eric?"

"I'm hardly a prince."

"You are to me," she responded. "Prince Gregory."

"Does this mean I'll get the royal treatment from you?"

She stood up and leaned over him. Water dripped down over her shoulder and between the valley between her breasts. Her nipples strained against the thin fabric of her blue bikini top. Sliding one arm beneath him, she reached into his swimming trunks with the other. He gasped when her hand closed around him and began to stroke him. She leaned down and kissed him as her hand moved up and down his rock hard cock. The warm water flowed around them adding to the feeling of desire building in him like a fire. When she rubbed his tip, he jerked in the water and came hard. Cameron held him as pleasure burned through him. When he relaxed, she tucked him back into his trunks and kissed him gently. Slowly, he let his feet lower to the sea floor and he stood. Cupping her face, he kissed her deeply. She purred as his tongue tangled with hers. He slowly pulled back and looked at her.

"I love you," he whispered. "And you're getting burned."

"Then you better take me back to our cottage," she whispered kissing his neck.

Taking her hand, he led her back to their seaside cottage where they stayed until it was time to leave.

When they arrived in Germany, House told Cameron he wanted to see the concentration camps.

She looked at him with a slight frown. "Are you sure?" she asked. "I've been and...well..it can be pretty intense."

"I need to see them," he told her. "We lived here for a year when I was a teenager and I wasn't allowed to visit any of them."

"Okay. Which ones do you want to see?"

"Bergen-Belson and Buchenwald. Then I want to go to Poland to see Auschwitz."

She nodded. "Okay."

It rained when they visited the two camps in Germany. House stood and stared at the the barren landscape.

"Everything was burned," he commented quietly. "They wanted to stop the spread of Typhus. It's just a mass grave now."

The silence pressed against them like a vice. Even the rain seemed quiet. Cameron shivered and he looked down at her. Tears slid down her cheeks as she looked out over the camp. House wrapped an arm around her and led her back to their taxi.

As it drove away, House held Cameron in his arms.

They visited the other camps and House was again aware of the intense silence. It was if the very ground held its breath. Cameron opted to wait in the car and House didn't push her. She had been to these places before and didn't want to see them again. He joined the tour groups and felt both saddened and furious as he walked through the camps. After seeing Auschwitz, they went back to the airport and boarded the jet. House was silent the entire flight. When they arrived in London to refuel, Cameron touched his hand. He looked at her with a slight frown.

"I talked to the pilot," she told him. "They're going to wait. There's a place I want you to see. We didn't get to see it when we were here before."

He nodded and followed her off the plane to a waiting car. The sun shone down from a clear blue sky. The driver drove through London and they looked at several landmarks as they passed. Soon, they entered the lush countryside and finally stopped in Cambridge.

"I thought you might like to see Cambridge University," she told him as they got out of the car. "Hilary read economics here. I came to visit her a few times and fell in love with the place."

"Read economics?" he smiled. "You sound very British when you say that."

"That's how they refer to it. She got a First."

"Impressive," he said as they walked down to the river. They sat down on the grassy bank and watched as rowers in shells raced up and down the river.

"Their thigh muscles must be huge," House commented. "Maybe I should get Wilson out in a boat and do some hardcore rowing."

Cameron suddenly laughed. "That's something I'd have to see."

Soon, the sun began to sink and House looked at Cameron. "Thank you for bringing me here. Seeing those camps…."

She leaned against him and stroked his leg. "I know."

"I'm hungry," he told her. "Let's find a pub and eat something really greasy and wash it down with a few pints."

"Sounds good to me."

They found a pub, ordered, and then sat watching the people. A soccer match played on the television above the bar.

"It's not all that different from home," House commented once their food and beer arrived. He picked up a thick fry and bit into it. "Even the fries are pretty much the same."

"I've had a wonderful time but I am ready to get home," Cameron told him.

"Then let's get this to go and get back to the plane."

She nodded and he signaled the server. Once their food was packed up they headed back to the airport. JoAnn frowned when she saw the bags of food but kept her mouth shut. Once they were in the air, she came into the cabin where they sat eating and laughing.

"Would you like some champagne?" she asked stiffly.

"Make it beer," Cameron said. "They wouldn't let us bring any from the pub."

JoAnn tightened her lips and went to get the beer. She placed two icy bottles on their table.

House waved her away when she lingered. "Bye!"

She turned on her heel and stalked back to the crew area.

"I don't think she likes me," he pouted then laughed.

"I think we need a new flight attendant," Cameron responded loudly. "Maybe a young one. One who appreciates older men."

House laughed loudly and obnoxiously. "I love it when you get pissed off. Except when you're pissed off with me."

She laughed and looked toward the crew area. JoAnn was nowhere to be seen but Cameron knew she heard everything.

"Seriously," she said quietly. "She's done."

House nodded and they finished their meal. Then they went back to the bedroom and made love until they arrived in Asheville.

The next morning, Hilary sat at the kitchen table at the cabin. Cameron shuffled out of the bedroom wearing one of House's t-shirts and yawned. She headed for the coffee pot and pulled an over sized mug from the cabinet. As she poured coffee into it, she yawned again.

"Jet lag?" Hilary asked.

Cameron picked up her mug and brought it to the table. "Yeah. I'm gonna push through it."

"Greg still sleeping?"

Cameron nodded and sipped her coffee. "How are you?" she asked her sister.

"I'm pregnant," Hilary blurted out. And when Cameron didn't say anything, she continued. "And it's James' baby."

To Be Concluded...