AN: Probably a good idea to have seen the season four finale to understand this. Also this is my first Wuddy-centric fanfic … since I ended up watching the season four finales twice in a 24-hour period and felt like writing something other than Huddy. But Hidden Secrets is still being written … something made me write this, I felt like writing a happyish fic. Also, I'm not really good at first person, so let me know how I do on that too.

Advancements

Amber's Funeral

Cuddy's POV

Wrapping an arm around Wilson's shoulders, I squeezed them gently, letting him know that I was there for him. Silent tears slipped down his cheeks but he ignored them, his eyes glued on the coffin. A few feet away from us, Taub, Foreman and Thirteen surveyed the scene, looking slightly out of place. Tears were streaming down Thirteen's cheeks and she had managed to almost completely soak the kitchen towel. Foreman's arm was wrapped awkwardly around her shoulder as he continued to talk with Taub.

As first, it had shocked me that she had been so upset over Amber's death, but then when she had told me about testing positive for Huntington's, I understood. She was such a young, skillful person who had no reason to suffer and die the way she was going too. Neither did Amber. I loosened my grasp on Wilson's shoulders and slipped away from him, seeing a familiar figure enter the room across from us.

"You know Wilson is going to kill you when he sees you." I began, catching House's arm. I knew that it wasn't his fault that Amber had died, but Wilson, though he refused to accept the truth, still lived by it.

"I guessed as much, go distract him while I say goodbye to her." He replied, twisting his arm out of my grasp. "He'll like it, someone to –" he slapped my butt playfully, then squeezed it, smirking at me.

"I got it, you want me to seduce him." I froze, hearing Wilson call his name.

"What the hell are you doing here?" He yelled, narrowing his eyes at House, who took a step behind me.

"I came to say goodbye to Amber, and like it or not, you can't kick me out of here." He retorted, trying to move around Wilson.

"But …"

"Just drop it Wilson, remember, House assigned himself to be Amber's attending." I stepped forwards, squeezing his hand, swaying my hips slightly; taking House's advice. "Let's go."

An hour later, I pulled up at Wilson's shutting off the engine of the Lexus and turning to him.

"Bye, take care Wilson, give me a call if you need anything."

"You want a bite of dinner or anything? I can throw something together, or we can order something."

"If you have any coffee, I could go for some, food wise, I'm good."

"Sure, come on in," Wilson climbed out of the car and made his way towards the door, unlocking it, "Hey Cuddy, do you think it's too soon for me to say I moved on?"

"From Amber?" My stomach flip-flopped, "If you felt you really could, then it's whenever you feel you can let go."

"Can I have you?" Wilson asked quietly, looking into my eyes. I nodded, stretching up and letting my lips brush against his. Wilson wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me into his arms. "I love you Lisa Cuddy," he whispered into my ear.

AN: Too soon to move on? I thought it was, but I was bored of writing a negative Wuddy fic, so I wrote a happy one. Also, the hour between when Cuddy told Wilson that they had to leave, and when they actually got to his apartment was when he was thanking other people for coming to the funeral and driving time between the funeral home and his apartment.

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~KM