A/N: I don't own House or any of its characters. I hope you enjoy this.
Everyone was gathered in House's apartment. House's funeral was sparse. They didn't figure many people would come out to see it. Even so, only seven people were there. Six people who stuck with House through everything and one who wished she had.
No one would have been surprised to see Foreman, Chase, Cuddy, Wilson, Thirteen or Taub there. They were all shocked when Cameron walked into the funeral home. Now, nobody is talking to each other, instead they are nursing drinks.
They had "coupled up" in different places. Foreman and Thirteen were sitting on the couch. Cuddy and Wilson were standing around. Chase and Taub were sitting on the floor. Cameron was on left her own, leaning in the doorframe.
"Is it just me or is a little morbid?" Chase asked.
"What do you mean?" Foreman said.
"I mean, we were just at House's funeral and now we're all in his place, drinking his booze, it's just not right."
"We brought our own booze," Thirteen informed him. Which was true, but they only opened it after finishing off House's scotch.
"You're supposed to drink the good stuff first," Taub informed everyone, slamming back the rest of his drink. "Then, as your buzz grows, you don't notice that you're drinking inferior product."
"That's an old wives' tale," Thirteen said.
"Not true," Taub replied. "I already can no longer taste the subtle smokiness from the charring on the Johnny Walker Blue. Therefore, I'm glad it's gone."
"You found his Johnny Walker Blue," Wilson was amazed. He had tried to get House to drink that with him on more than one occasion, but never could convince him. After finishing off the Johnny Walker Blue, they moved onto the Jameson they had all pitched in to buy.
"Yeah, it wasn't that hard," Foreman said. "He taught us well how to look for things."
"He won't care," Cuddy said.
"That makes it alright?" Chase responded. "If he's dead, why would he care that were drinking his booze."
"Could we talk about something else?" Cuddy asked.
They sat in silence for a little while. They took slips of the drinks. Foreman rubbed Thirteen's leg. Chase tapped on the floor.
"If this is supposed to be like some kind of post funeral wake," Wilson started. "Let's remember the good times that we had with House."
"Remember that researcher that House battled with," Chase started. "You know the one in the wheelchair."
"Yeah," a smile coming to Foreman's face, remembering House moving around in a wheelchair all day.
"I think he liked her," Chase said.
"I think he was happy Tritter was gone," Cuddy said.
"She would have been good for him," Wilson observed.
"Who?" Thirteen asked.
"Sorry, she worked before you guys got there," Cuddy informed Thirteen and Taub.
"I remember when he tried to bring in our replacements," Foreman said, smiling at Thirteen. "All the hoops he made you guys go through."
"I can't believe he thought he could try and hire forty people," Cuddy reminisced.
"I remember that Kutner was our professional defibrillator," Taub said.
"And he was clever enough to get unfired," Thirteen reminded them.
"He was hard on all of us," Chase said.
"No, he was the hardest on Cameron," Cuddy responded.
"I still remember our first Christmas," Foreman began. "And you brought in candy canes."
"And House got all mad," Chase interrupted. "Asked if you were making fun of him. That was a rough year, when you had a crush on him."
"It wasn't that bad," Cameron finally spoke, moving into the room.
"Are you kidding?" Foreman questioned. "He was a complete ass."
"Where's your compassion?" Cameron said. "He just died and you call him an ass."
"He was. We all know that. You can't rewrite history just because House is dead. He was what he was."
"I think I knew him more than most," Cameron confessed, the alcohol giving her the courage to tell the story. "I saw a side of him he never showed."
"What are you talking about?" Wilson asked.
Sighing, Cameron began to tell everyone the story that she thought she would never tell anyone.
"House and I had an affair."