A/N: And so here is the conclusion of this story. It's been over a year that I've been writing this trilogy, and I'd just like to say thank to everyone who has been reading and reviewing. It really makes my day to see those little notes from all of you. I'm not sure what I'll be writing next or when, but there are always more stories.
Three Years Later
"Devon, don't go too far ahead," Cameron called out. He slowed, marginally, in his sprint toward the playground. It was just enough for Abby to nearly catch him.
"The playground is right there," House said to her.
"I know, I just want him to be safe," Cameron replied.
"Mothers," House whined.
Wilson smirked, knowing full well that Cuddy had been just seconds away from shouting a similar warning to Abby. He pulled his jacket closed and buttoned it, glad he'd decided to wear something over his sweatshirt.
"You know, you could help me out here," Cameron's voice pulled him back to their walk, and he chuckled at the scene before him. Cameron and Cuddy were both hopelessly tangled in the leash of the House's new dog, Max. House was standing, leaning lightly on his cane and laughing at them.
"But if I helped you, it wouldn't be funny," House answered Cameron's plea.
"You're the one who said a boy should have a dog," Cameron shot back, trying to step out of the leash without knocking Cuddy over.
"He should. And a mom take care of it for him," House replied saucily.
Cuddy and Cameron finally detangled themselves and resumed walking. The children were nearly to the playground now. Either Abby had found a sudden burst of speed, or more likely Devon had slowed to let her catch up, because they were now walking hand in hand.
Cuddy slowed to a stop. They were at a park, in the fall. The air was crisp and smelled like burning leaves. The sky was pale and blue, the sun bright but too weak to take the chill out of the air. A little boy of five was walking hand in hand with a three year old little girl toward the playground. Jimmy was with her, and so were Allison and House. A dog was tugging on the leash in Allison's hands, while the leaves strewn across the path crunched under the tip of House's cane.
Wilson turned when he realized that Cuddy was no longer with them.
"Lisa, you okay?"
"Fine," Cuddy said, torn from her reverie. "It's just … this. Jimmy, it's my dream."
Wilson smiled. "Mine too."
"Mine too," Cameron echoed, sliding her free hand into House's. He looked at her, a smile of genuine happiness on his face.
"Man you guys are lame."
If anyone is interested, I thought I'd put a little plug here for another story. It's called Missed Opportunities. It's a multi-author fic, written by myself and several other writers from another forum. It's a weaving together of some of the most famous "Hameron" moments into one story. It's really good, if I do say so myself. Please check it out & drop us a line to let us know what you think! Just click on my profile and you'll find it!