House sat in a police station, his head bandaged by his own hands. He had been interviewed thoroughly about the events in the 90's and during this past week. Finally, when he agreed never to disclose what had occurred to anyone, he was allowed to leave. House could see the U.S. Marshalls talking with a tired-looking Sarah. He glanced at her for a moment before walking out of the police station. He walked towards the street and whistled for a taxi.

"Dr. House, wait!" a voice called from behind him. He didn't need to turn to see who it was.

Sarah approached him, a look he couldn't quite make out in her eyes. She wanted to say something, but Mary Shannon was calling sternly for her to come back inside.

Sarah huffed. "Can we talk inside…before you go?" House nodded and they walked back inside the police station.

Sarah turned to Mary. "Can you give us a moment?" she asked. Mary looked at House before nodding and walking a few feet away. Sarah and House ducked into a private hallway. They stared at each other for a moment, not knowing what to say.

"Just answer me one question," House started. Sarah looked at him apprehensively. "What is your name?" Sarah laughed. House grinned. "I mean, should I call you Crystal or Katie or Sarah? Which is it?"

"Sarah's just fine," she answered. "It's the only one I've ever chosen for myself."

"Sarah it is then," House said. He tried to hide the frown creeping on his face. "So they're moving you?" Sarah nodded unenthusiastically. "Where?" he asked. Sarah looked down at her feet. House shook his head, feeling stupid. "Right, you can't tell me." An awkward silence passed between them again.

Sarah looked at House. "Remember when I told you I wished I could remember everything? I don't anymore." Sarah started to tear up but she tried to blink them away. "I wish I could forget all over again. I wish I could go back to being oblivious, to only knowing that I needed to find a kind man named Dr. House whom I could trust. To riding on your motorcycle away from the world, not knowing where I was going but knowing it would be okay because you were there to protect me." Sarah started crying.

"Hey," House said soothingly, taking her in his arms. They hugged tightly. Sarah buried her face in his shoulder and they stood like that for a moment.

"He really liked you," Sarah said, looking back up at him. "My brother."

House grinned. "He was a good guy."

Sarah nodded, blinking away the leftover tears. "He took care of me all these years. I know now he was the one who wrote me that note." House stared hard at her. "He knew that even with all the hiding and the name changes, they were going to find us eventually," Sarah continued. "And it was because someone from the inside was helping them." Sarah smiled. "But then he remembered you, the boy he met who ran fast and free. And he knew that if there was ever a time he couldn't protect me that you could…that you would." House closed his eyes, trying to hold back emotion. Sarah rubbed his arm warmly. "So from him and me, thank you." House opened his eyes and looked at her. "Now it's time for me to take care of myself."

Sarah leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek.

"You're a good man, Greg House," she whispered. "Have a good life."

House couldn't help it. Tears started to well up in his eyes. "You, too," he whispered back. Sarah nodded acceptingly and walked back towards Mary and the other Marshalls. And with that, she was out of his life.

House slowly walked out of the station in a daze and hailed a cab. He absentmindly pulled out his cell phone, which had been turned off the past two days. When he turned it on, he was welcomed with twenty-eight voicemails. He dialed in his password and started playing the messages as he got into the taxi.

"House, where the hell are you?" Wilson asked worriedly on the other line. "The cops are here. They're…."

House deleted it and went to the next message. "House, I am worried sick," Cuddy's message said. "Where…" House deleted it and went to the next.

"House, I know you're mixed up with a mystery of your own, but we have a case here that…" Thirteen said on the other line. House smirked and continued to the next messages.

"House, it's Wilson again. Just tell me where you are…"

"House, Foreman said you're a vigilante! Well done…" Chase commented.

"House, we have a patient complaining of lower back pain with no history of…" Taub announced.

"House, I was questioned for over an hour by the police!" Dr. Nolan screamed into the phone. "Now I want you to come to my office and explain yourself…"

"Taub assumes it's a herniated disk but I think it's cauda equina syndrome…" Foreman argued.

"House, please just come home…" Cuddy begged.

"House, I'm getting sick of this…" Wilson whined.

House grinned widely as he listened to all the messages.

"Hey," the cabbie hollered. "Where to, buddy?"

House shut the phone and stared out at the street for a moment. He turned to the cabbie happily.

"To see my friends," he answered.

The End