Well, here it is, everyone. This is the final chapter of No Reason, as ya'll have so patiently waited for. Thanks for reading, and I hope ya'll enjoy the conclusion of this pesky little story!

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Cameron laughed and stepped away, switching her cotton candy to her left hand and poking her tongue out at House.

"Keep it up, and I'll show you what else you can do with that tongue," House growled, waggling his dark eyebrows suggestively.

She grinned and smacked him playfully, to which he cried out, "Abuse!"

Rolling her eyes, she tore off a piece of the pink cotton candy and stuffed it into her mouth, then said, "It's only abuse if you don't like it."

"Who says I like it?"

She raised one eyebrow and rolled her blue green eyes again. Looking out at the waves crashing against the sandy shore, a mischievous glint appeared in her eyes.

He saw the look in her eye, and he said, "What are you thinking of now? How to kill me and dispose of the body?"

She silenced him with a long, deep kiss, nearly dropping her cotton candy as she tasted the beer and fries he had eaten earlier in the recesses of his mouth. When she pulled away, his eyes were nearly closed, and she smirked and slid her hand into his, pulling him in the direction she wanted to go.

He followed her, his mind still reeling from the kiss. She came to a stop, and he watched in amusement as she shed her shoes and stepped onto the warm sand.

"Come on," she urged, gently tugging on his arm.

He frowned and held up his cane. "As much as I would love to..."

She took the cane from him and laid it in the sand. Then she pulled his arm around her shoulders, smiling at the questioning look on his face. "Trust me," she said softly, and that's when it hit him. He did. He trusted her.

So he took a step forward, and they quickly fell into an easy pattern. And when they finally reached the water's edge, she gently released his arm and flopped down onto the sand, motioning for him to follow her.

He carefully lowered himself onto the sand beside her, watching as she hugged her knees to her chest and rested her chin on her knees, the wind whipping through her tousled hair.

"It's beautiful out here," she murmured, sighing softly.

Her contentment spilled over into him, and he didn't stop his hand when it drifted over to rest on her back. The move surprised him, though. But if he thought about it, it sort of made sense. In the two months that had passed since the shooting, it seems that these little moves were happening more and more. And while it might have unnerved him, even terrified him a year or so ago, now... now it didn't. It made him nervous as hell at some points, but it didn't scare him.

Cameron felt his hand on her back, and a small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth as she stared at the crashing waves. The warmth from the water washed over her, but it didn't compare to the warmth that was radiating from his body being so close. Suddenly an even stronger urge overwhelmed her, and she dared to move a little closer to him.

He turned his head and looked at her in surprise.

She pretended not to notice his surprise, and a few minutes later, she moved even closer until her side was resting against his.

Again he stared at her, and when she smiled at him, his arm snaked around her and pulled her closer. "If I get cooties, I'm suing," he complained, a grin tugging at the corner of his handsome mouth.

"You won't get anything. My boss severely underpays me," she retorted.

"Really? I was told he overpays you."

She dissolved into laughter. Not the kind of little giggles that she so often tried to repress at work, but full bodied laughter that shook them both. He quickly decided that he liked it.

When her laughter faded, they fell into a content silence, punctuated occasionally by a soft sigh or the sound of the waves hitting the shore close to their feet.

"What was it like?" House asked suddenly, breaking the comfortable silence.

She turned her head and looked at him curiously. "What was what like?"

"You know... when you were in the coma."

She sighed heavily and brought her leg up to her chest again, wrapping her other arm around it as she searched for an answer. Finally she said softly, "Do you want the truth?"

"Yes."

"It was... like I was sleeping. I dreamed, or remembered. I'm not really sure exactly which."

"Dreamed? About what?"

She shrugged a little. "Different things."

"What kind of different things?"

She turned her head to meet his eyes, and that's when he saw the tears. But then she blinked, and they were gone.

"You can tell me," he cajoled, gently nudging her shoulder.

Finally she answered in a voice so soft, he thought he had imagined it. "You."

"Me?" he repeated in a surprised voice.

She nodded.

"Why?"

"I don't know," she shrugged again.

"Let me get this straight. You dreamed about me, in your coma?"

She threw her hands up in the air. "It wasn't so much dreams as it was memories. And I-" Her voice was cut off by his lips on hers, and her eyebrows nearly reached her hairline in surprise.

He was surprised by his own body, but once she began reacting to the kiss, he didn't bother pulling away.

As she sank into his embrace and deepened the kiss, her heart dipped and soared up again. She felt his hand travel up her back and into her hair, and she retaliated by sliding her own hand under his shirt and caressing his back.

He shuddered, and she couldn't help but grin and giggle into his mouth.

At her laugh, he pulled away and studied her curiously. "What?" he demanded in a low growl.

She grinned again and smoothed her thumb over his jaw. "Nothing," she said reassuringly, drawing him in for another kiss.

He didn't believe her, but he allowed her to pull him closer and claim his mouth with hers.

Her eyes fluttered closed, and her fingers threaded through his hair as their tongues dueled for dominance.

And when their bodies finally gave in and melded, the only witness was the pale moon, and the ocean waves that lapped at the sand.

The End

A/N: Well, there ya'll have it. Thanks a lot for sticking with me through this whole darned thing, and I hope this was the ending ya'll were hoping for. Thanks again, and please remember to review!