Disclaimer: I don't own House...seriously. Though I would like the firey cane of awesomeness.
Chapter 1- Hallelujah
'It's not a cry that you hear at night / It's not somebody who's seen the light /It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah'
"Indescribable would be one way of putting the attitudes of those of us at Princeton these last few days. It's like a hurricane has just ended and now none of us know what to do now that things are calm again. We'd all grown accustomed to the acidic sarcasm, the idea that none of us were ever right, being shot before we could shoot back. In a way...I guess you could say that Princeton-Plainsboro is a hospital completely dominated by maochists."
The small gathering of those there to pay their respects laughed at the slight mood lightener. Cuddy supposed it was true, most of the underlings had, thanks to him, come to the conclusion that they were of the intelligence of four year olds and that nothing they ever did was right.
"That aside, we really need to ask ourselves what could have possibly made him turn to such a thing as this. Nobody wants to play the blame game, and there is no one to blame, but really. What inner anguish and depression must someone with such perspective on life feel to take their own life away. Taken away with that life is a genius that will be sorely missed in the feild of medicine. Sorely missed in all respects, as though he was hostile, arrogant and unbareable, if we all think hard enough we all have at least one happy memory that involved Gregory House."
Wilson was giving a wonderful eulogy, Cuddy thought, and he was holding up quite well. Cameron had told her that she'd seen him crying earlier. Understandable, House had been his best friend and Wilson was a man of emotion. Even Cuddy was crying, and she'd thought will all rationality that she wouldn't. Regardless of how he'd acted all throughout their time together, Cuddy missed House more than she could have possibly imagined.
"Those happy memories will live on in every triumph in spite of adversity, every life saved at the last minute, every bizzare new change or mutation in a disease defeated, every patient coming in orange..." The group laughed again. "And, as he would have wanted it, every single one of Dr.Cuddy's behaviours that could be classified as a 'turn on'. We will remember Gregory House, lest he rise from the dead and make us."
The coffin was lowered into the earth of the local cemetary as the crowd dwindled and went to return to their lives. Wilson, Cuddy and House's team stayed to watch it be burried. Cameron sniffled and Chase put his arm around her, she didn't reject it.
"So...what happens now?" she murmured as she watched the attendees do their work.
Cuddy sighed. "I've decided that Dr.Foreman will head your group now, using medical students interchangably as the fill in member."
Foreman's eyes widened in surprise. "Honestly? Dr. Cuddy, I'm not sure I'm ready for this yet. Maybe in a year or two but---"
"There is nobody I could possibly hope to replace House with outside his own team." she said firmly. Chase and Cameron both shook Foreman's hand.
"Congratulations." said Cameron patting him on the shoulder.
"So...we're really moving on then." murmured Chase.
"If we didn't, can you imagine what House would say?" Wilson replied.