Cuddy clutched her chest in surprise when she reached the porch to her house and saw Foreman sitting near her window. He smiled sheepishly at her. "Sorry if I scared you."

She arched her eyebrow at him and dug for her keys, "ever hear of a phone?" she asked in the same stern voice he had grown so used to hearing from her using on House.

He pushed himself up, "good to see you too," he responded. "Do you mind if I come in?"

"Sorry, of course, it's good to see you. Yeah, come in." She unlocked the door and opened it wide enough for the two of them to step in and she dumped her purse on the couch that was up against the wall on the right side of her front door and walked into her kitchen. "I'm dying of thirst, want anything?" she asked when walking towards her kitchen.

"Water would be good," he answered back, taking a seat on the chair that was on the side of her couch. He mused over how similar her living room looked. It was just like her office at Princeton-Plainsboro.

She walked back in and handed him a water bottle and took a seat on her couch, opening her own as he did the same.

"How did you find me?"

"Wilson. He knew your address-"

"How is he doing?"

Foreman looked uncomfortable and positioned himself to face her in the chair. "He is actually the reason I'm here," Foreman said as delicate as he could.

"I haven't heard from him in seven months. What does he want? And why did he send you?" Cuddy took a drink of her water while waiting to hear his answer.

"He didn't send me," Foreman continued in the same tone, placing his water bottle on the coffee table in between them.

"Foreman, why are you using that tone with me? I've heard that tone before. You use that on patients when we have bad news for them," she said nervously, setting her own water down.

Foreman took a long unsteady breath and looked at her with sympathetic eyes. "About six months ago, we all found out that Wilson had cancer." Cuddy put her hand over her mouth in shock. "He told," Foreman stopped himself from mentioning House. "He told us all when he knew for sure, but, by then, it was already stage two." A tear slid down Cuddy's cheek which was stopped by her hand.

"He fought a little by trying this really radical procedure which seemed to give him a little bit more time. But, a couple days ago-"

"No!" Cuddy screamed out, uncovering her mouth. "No! He didn't! No!" she looked down at the coffee table feeling like everything she knew was different. "Oh God, Wilson," she was rocking back and forth, wrapping her arms around herself. She wanted to believe this was all a dream, it had to be. The last time they talked on the phone he sounded fine, both joking and laughing together. Then he had to rush off because House had come over. She looked up at Foreman, who looked back with pain in his eyes, having been through all the sorrow himself. "How is...House taking this?"

Foreman inhaled deeply and held it there. She didn't know about him either, and he wasn't all that sure he wanted her to know. She already had one piece of bad news, he didn't want to feel responsible for giving her another piece. One that may affect her worse than Wilson. Although they had a terrible fall out, it was still House. "Heeee-" Foreman struggled for what to say, knowing he had to tell her something. He's worked with House for so long and managed to pick up on his lying on the spot skill that House was such a master at. But, now, in a situation where it seemed to matter most, he choked.

"He's so high and strung out on every drug imaginable because he can't handle the pain?" Cuddy guessed.

"Yeah, yeah," Foreman nodded his head. If House were still around, he imagined that would be the truth. "Listen, his funeral. It's this Friday."

"I don't know if I should." Cuddy said, tears still flowing down. "I mean with everything that happened-"

"Lisa," Foreman addressed her by first name which felt foreign to both of them. "Whatever feelings you felt leaving the hospital doesn't matter anymore. None of that does. This is about Wilson. He was a friend to all of us. He deserves to have us all there to say good bye."

Cuddy inhaled and exhaled slowly. Saying good bye to Wilson is something she hadn't imagined ever having to do. When things blew up with she and House, she pleaded with him to keep in touch, which he kept his word on.

Except with this, he gave her no warning at all. She had to do this for him.

"Where is it going to be held?" Cuddy got everything she needed from Foreman and he left soon after.

On the day of, she didn't make it to the synagogue, but arrived on time for the burial. Every time she was out the door to leave, a memory would pop up and make her cry, so she had to go back and re-apply her make-up.

After an hour of doing this, she gave up and went without any on. She dropped Rachel off at a friend of hers to watch until she was back. Rachel didn't understand why she was dressed all in black, and wouldn't stop crying. "It's nothing, honey," was her answer she kept telling her.

She felt guilty for saying it each time. Losing Wilson was far from nothing.

Her mind went to House. She ran the high risk of seeing him there, but, what Foreman said was right. This is about Wilson. She hoped he would respect that enough to leave her alone.

When she got there she saw all the familiar faces, except House's.

She suddenly felt bad for him, and Wilson. He wasn't there to say good bye.

She stood next to Cameron who she hadn't seen the longest out of all of them. But still gave them all silent hugs. She didn't know what to say, and, neither did they.

They all watched as Wilson was lowered into the ground and they spread out in groups. There were some of Wilson's patients there to show respect that he was able to help put in remission. The Doctors at Princeton-Plainsboro wished he would have been able to do the same for himself.

Cuddy heard from all of them that it was good to see her, and she couldn't go without mentioning him any longer. "I'm surprised House didn't show up to this." They all exchanged awkward, sad glances and she caught Cameron look over to a tombstone with her eyes glassy, tears forming at the mention of him. "What? What's over there?"

They lowered their heads when seeing Cuddy walk over to the tombstone next to where they put Wilson. She fell to her knees when she saw the name of who was there.

Gregory House.

Her hand shook uncontrollably when she reached her right hand to touch his name. It wasn't possible. How could this be? Wilson and House? Both gone?

She scanned for the date. May 21, 2012. That was nearly five months ago, almost to the day. She wiped her tears that blurred her vision from seeing anything else. She saw it said something about him but couldn't make it out. She continued to wipe tears away until she was able to see it. Under his name read: "Not always the nicest guy, but, a genius Doctor. He will be missed and was a beloved friend."

Cuddy stared at the last part, knowing that meant Wilson.

House was gone.

She couldn't hold herself up anymore and dropped her head down to House's tombstone, sobbing. Hurting for herself, for him, and for Wilson. Who had to go through his fight alone.

"How did it happen?" she asked his old team who were now closer to her for comfort if she allowed. They couldn't make out what she said due to her crying, so waited to see if she would repeat it. "How did it happen?" she asked, lifting her head up.

"He," Chase started with sorrow, "he was in a building that caught fire. We think he may have been trying to get out, but, it...exploded before he did."

"Nooooooo!" Cuddy screamed out, hitting her fist against his tombstone in anger and laid her head back down to cry.

A few yards down, hiding behind a building where flowers were being sold stood House. He had a long trench coat on and a cap with a snap in the front that he wore on occasion, to help him not be noticed. Though the cane and limp may be an indicator of who he was, he still took the risk. Wilson warned him not to do it. But, he had to say good bye. So, he did it from a distance.

What he wasn't expecting was Cuddy.

He watched as she broke down multiple times during Wilson's burial, but now, she was crying over what she thought was his grave.

He wanted to scream out to her that he was okay. But knew that would be a mistake. He knew the consequences of faking his own death. Even his Mother thought he was gone. That means Cuddy has to keep believing it also.

He couldn't take being there any longer. He longed for Wilson. He wanted him to be right there with him to not have to witness this alone.

For the first time in House's life, he doubted even in what he believed in. He looked all around, wondering if Wilson's spirit was somehow there with him.

His thought was pulled away when he heard Cuddy scream out his name. He couldn't take it anymore. He placed his cane that he was leaning on the whole time he was there, out a step and turned to leave. Not thinking of how he might be exposing himself by leaving before they did.

Cameron bent down and reached for Cuddy and started guiding her to her car, asking if she wanted a ride home and some company for a while. She agreed and thanked Cameron.

They left Foreman and Chase standing near their old bosses grave. Chase hit Foreman's arm in surprise. Foreman looked at Chase with sad eyes and saw Chase looking up ahead with a surprised and dumbfounded look on his face. "What?" Foreman asked him.

"Could that be-?" Chase asked like a kid at Christmas, thinking he just spotted the toy he wanted under the tree.

Foreman saw Chase pointing straight ahead and followed his finger. When he did, he saw a tall, lengthy figure, wearing jeans with what looked like sneakers from their view, a long coat, and the thing that caught their attention the most.

A cane, and a limp from his right leg.

Foreman smiled, letting out a chuckle, while shaking his head. "You son of a bitch."...