Set in Season 4-ish or even beginning of S5. It doesn't really matter, what matters is that as you know they are 2 stubborn people with feelings for each other but they never confessed it...

And I'd like to thank Christa (Christa_MD on twitter) for correcting my grammar mistakes :)

Lisa Cuddy never was an irrational mind. She knew that what she was doing was useless yet she just couldn't stop. House's heart had stopped beating 15 minutes ago and she was still using the defibrillator on his chest. She couldn't let go. It wasn't his time.

After another: "Clear" Cuddy used the paddles and stared at the monitor hoping. It kept beeping and stayed flat.

House was dead. The paddles slipped out of her hands and she started to hit his chest with one fist as hard as she could.

"House! You jerk, wake up! "

"It's not your time, don't you dare die!"

"This is not fair!" she added fiercely, hitting him once again.

He couldn't just give up. Not now. She had yet to tell him so much.

"Wilson, I'm sure there is something we can do right?"

Wilson stared at her blankly, knowing that his answer was not necessary. They both knew.

Then she let herself fall on the chair next to his bed and she started to sob uncontrollably. She settled in a fetal position and she cried. She cried because it hurt so bad. It felt like she was stabbed repeatedly in the heart as the realisation that he was gone. Forever.

And even if she knew that was crazy, she hated him right now. She hated him for dying, because he had died without knowing how much she loved him. He had died thinking he was alone. Thinking he was too much of an ass to ever be loved again. And that hurt so much.

She hated herself for being too stubborn and to never find it in her to confess to him what she felt.

They had wasted so much time playing games with each other instead of just being honest. They could have had so much. She was not a romantic but she knew deep down that he was her own true love. The love of her life. And he was dead. God how much it hurt to think about that.

Wilson was on the other side of the bed, watching her break down but didn't make a move to comfort her. He was in tears, feeling as heartbroken as her. His best friend had died. But he was still rational, he looked at the clock and announced.

"Time of death: 8:47 pm" it was barely above a whisper.

Hearing Wilson's voice she looked up. She saw what she felt reflected in Wilson's eyes: pure and simple pain. He was their only friend. The 2 were friends but it wasn't the same kind of friendship. They were still alone in the room but the nurses were gonna come to take the body to the morgue really soon now.

She needed to feel him one last time before he was taken to the morgue. So she got up, took his hand in hers and kissed it. And then she leaned over him and kissed him slightly on the lips never wanting this moment to end. Their last kiss. Her tears were falling on his face.

"I love you" she said desperately, knowing that she will never know if he felt the same about her.

Wilson felt uneasy because he had no idea how deep her feelings for House were. He stayed silent, watching them.

The nurses arrived. They were surprised to see their dean of medicine this upset but did not comment. Lisa Cuddy stood up and tried to wipe away her tears but they wouldn't stop falling.

Wilson didn't move and waited for what seemed an eternity.

House was taken down to the morgue. He had died way too soon and it was nobody's fault. Just a cruel trick of fate.