A/N- The beliefs expressed by Sister Sarah are mine, as she is based on me.

Also, House is owned by the awesome David Shore.

Note- It's over! I finished it! Hallelujah! Thank you so much for sticking with me, and for reviewing. Thanks to JustHuddy the awesome for betaing this, and for reviewing my other story, House Tensong Drabbles. I'm much indebted to you.

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"Doctor Wilson?" Sarah asked James.

"Yeah?"

"Are you involved with my dad?"

"We used to be. But today's been one hell of a long day. I don't know what's going on."

"Why my dad? Not to mention the fact that it's not right."

"Yeah, I know that. I was raised Jewish. But the fact of the matter is, it's not like we're intentionally gay. It just kind of happened.

"You know something, James?"

Wilson was surprised. Not a lot of people called him James. Usually Jimmy, Dr. Wilson, and a whole slew of nicknames House called him, but never James. And he liked it.

"Yes?"

"I really like you. How about, when this is over, we go on a date sometime?"

Wilson thought a bit. It would be weird, dating House's daughter, but Greg wouldn't care.

"Sure. There's a party tonight, a birthday party for your dad, at his flat. Why don't we see if you can come. Okay?" Then Wilson did something he would normally never do. He reached down and pecked a girl he just met a week and a half ago on the lips.

"House?" Sarah said, seeing him walk by.

"Hey!" he said.

"What are you doing tonight?"

"Nothing. And neither are you, missy. You just had surgery."

"But I want to spend time with my dad, you know, the one I just met! You!"

"Yeah, don't rub it in. It's not often women get to claim they're my daughter."

"Can I come hang at your flat tonight?"

"We'll see."

"Cuddy!" House called. Or yelled, rather.

"Yes?"

"Our daughter wants to be released tonight so she can spend some time with me at my flat! Don't you think that's insane? Especially since she just had surgery!"

"If you promise not to give her beer or too much sugar, and if she only eats very little and soft foods…"

"Better yet, why not tell her she can't eat!"

"That's a good idea, Greg! Use that. Now get out of my office." Lisa got up to open the door for him, but instead found herself staring into his alert, happy, bright blue eyes. "You want to kiss me, don't you?" she said, knowing it'd been done before but still not caring.

"I always want to kiss you," said House, also knowing it'd been done before but not caring. He leaned down so Cuddy could reach him with her lips. Her mouth was moist and tasted of apple cider. House wondered what lipstick she used to create that shade, and hoped it was kiss proof. He didn't want to go around wearing berry lipstick. He sensed it would be a bad color for him.

Lisa maneuvered herself so she could lead the way to the desk, swiped her papers off, and hopped up.

"You coming, Greg?"

House hopped up, or struggled up more likely. Desk sex? Awesome. He never had desk sex with Cuddy, or anyone except Cameron. But that is another story for another time, he thought. Cuddy moaned in pleasure as he nibbled her neck, right between the chin, ear, and neck. She reached under House's shirt and massaged his toned abs. Then she grabbed at the hem of the shirt and pulled it up.

"Lift up your arms, silly." she said. House lifted his arms to accommodate her curiosity to see his abs, and waited as she pulled it off. She leaned over him and began darting her tongue over his chest, circling his nipples. House ripped off her shirt and tossed it aside, doing the same with the bra. He nibbled and sucked at her neck, creating hickeys all over it. Just then, the door opened, admitting Chase, who was hiding from Cameron. "God, doctors! You'd think this was a porno!"

"Get out." Lisa said.

"Yeah, go have sex with your wife." House snapped. As soon as the door closed, they were at each other again, this time removing pants and skirts. House got Cuddy's off and marveled at the blue thong underneath. He whistled. Cuddy stood up and began to dance on the desk, kicking the phone off the hook and accidentally pressing the intercom button. House moaned her name. "Cuddy… Stop…. I need you now, right now." he moaned. Cuddy immediately laid down, spread-eagle, or as spread-eagle as she could get due to the fact she was on the desk. House leaned over her and ran his hand down from her shoulder to her tush, to he bottoms of her feet, which she held up in the air. He scrambled down from the desk and ordered her to sit with her legs dangling. He then proceeded to walk towards her and pick her up. Her obedient legs grabbed tightly to him as he took her to the wall and stood her up. They stripped completely and came together as one body, for just a brief moment, before House put up his walls, put on his clothes, and walked away.

"Greg!" Wilson called.

"What?!"

"Two things. Or maybe three. One, I need the car keys. Must've ate a bad burrito for lunch today, and I'm not feeling so hot.. Two, are we exclusive. And three, your daughter wants to date me. Do you care?"

"Two answers. Or maybe three. One, yeah right, you're planning something, but here. Two, Not necessarily, as I just slept with Cuddy. And three, Cool, you'll be good for her, and no, I don't care. You're only a few years older than her."

"Okay, I've thought long and hard about what you said, and I have answers. One, no I'm not. About the only thing I'm planning to do is discharge your daughter so I can take her to your flat. Two, WOW. And three, thanks, I love you but not that way anymore."

"Same for me. I'll see you at home for our last fling, in high heels and a dominatrix getup. Maybe we should invite Chase, you know how he likes to be spanked."

Wilson rolled his eyes and headed for the office of Lisa Cuddy, relationship killer. Not that it was her fault. The relationship between he and House had been faltering the last few weeks. That private display of affection this morning was pretty much the last one he'd get. At least from House.

"Lisa, congratulations. And I'm discharging Sarah Wilke. How'd she get that name if she's yours and House's?

"She got married, briefly, and still keeps the last name. And I'll see you later tonight."

"Okay." Wilson turned to go.

"Wait, what did you mean with the congratulations?"

"House and I are breaking up. Not a big deal, I just want to pursue Sarah, and he wants to pursue you."

Cuddy looked at Wilson, her eyes misting over. Brokenly, she hugged Wilson.

"Thank you. For everything,"

Wilson sat with Sarah after planning the party, putting up the decorations, and making a cake. Yes, a cake, with funfetti icing.

"I'm beat. Are the others arriving soon?" Wilson asked. Just then, the doorbell rang. Sarah answered it, knowing Wilson was exhausted. Behind the door was everyone. They'd parked discreetly so as to look like they were just visiting others.

"Hi, Sarah." they said in unison.

"Hey, gang. We're all going to hide, with the exception of myself and Wilson there, and when Dad comes home, we'll pop out and yell, SURPRISE! Okay?"

The team exchanged glances. "Dad?" said Foreman.

"Yes, I'm House's daughter. And Wilson's girlfriend. You all okay with that?"

They nodded.

During the past four hours, Sarah and Wilson had figured out two things. That they didn't just like each other, they loved each other, and that they shared two things in common- A deep love for House, and a love for God. Sarah had led Wilson to Christ at one point in the evening, and he'd repented of his sins and agreed to go to church Sunday to confess before men that Jesus is the Christ, the Son of the Living God. So they were very happy.

The team found hiding places, Sarah switched off the light, and she and Wilson got in position, standing by the couch, holding hands, and the cake on Sarah's lap.

Greg House was tired. Tired, but exhilarated. He'd not been this happy since the leg. He'd just gone to Cuddy as she was leaving and told her he wanted to be with her. Her eyes had tears in them as she said "I've been waiting for that since college," and enfolded him in her arms, kissed him, and walked away, saying she'd see him later. Now he was headed home for one last fling with Wilson before they both got involved with other women.

He walked up to the apartment door, grabbed his key, unlocked it, turned on the light, and jumped six feet as the whole team, including Cuddy, Wilson and his daughter, yelled "SURPRISE!"

"You guys, don't you know not to surprise a cripple? I might have fallen!" he said, with a teasing note in his voice. "Now, what's this all for?"

"It's your birthday!" Sarah said. "Happy 47th, Dad!"

"Thank you!" He walked over to Sarah, kissed her cheek, and whispered, "I love you."

Throughout the night, Wilson had been trying to find the words to tell House goodbye. He and Sarah were taking a position as youth counselors at a drug rehab center in California, and he'd not be back unless it was on vacation. Finally, a way was found.

"House!" Wilson called. "Come with me to the bedroom."

House followed. "What's up?" he asked.

Wilson looked at him and regretted having to say this. He didn't regret doing the Teen Challenge thing, though. He thought he'd have a good time and impact some kids' future for the better.

"I'm leaving."

"The hospital?"

"No, the state. I'm moving to Northern California to work with a drug rehab called Teen Challenge. I'm sorry."

"Don't be. You have to follow your destiny, and it's not here. I'll see you later."

"Now you and Cuddy can limp off into the sunset together."

House smiled, and limped off into the sunset, alone for the moment. But he knew that would change, very soon.

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A/N- Yes, I know. The relationships progressed too fast, how dare you inflict your religion on Wilson, how are we going to know where he is, etcetera. I WILL follow Wilson around the country as he helps teens rehabilitate from drugs. BTW drugs are evil, and Teen Challenge is a real program designed for teens. Go look it up, tis awesome. This whole fic is AU, btw. The survivor arc, the new fellows, they don't exist. As such, House is NOT insane.

Also, thank you all so much for sticking by me. This chapter progresses fast because it's one chapter. If I slowed it down, it may end up being three, and this thing was only supposed to be three chaps anyway. So, now I stop my babbling on and simply say, God bless and keep you, and make his face to shine upon you, and give you peace. The Lord our God, the Lord is One.

With much love, respect and praying blessings on you and yours,

Ahavel Wilhouse/ Sarah Rose Dufner