Nothing is mine, nothing at all . . .

And just to let ya know, when I use they, I'm implying the team, Wilson, and Cuddy

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One Week

The first day after House's liver failure took his life the team mourned the loss of the most intelligent man they had ever known. Cuddy mourned the loss of a friend and colleague who had never been too busy to have a quick witty banter with his boss. Wilson mourned the loss of the best friend he had ever had, and wondered what the hell he was going to do with his time now that he no longer had to make up the speeches that had annoyed House so much. The medical world mourned the loss of their greatest diagnostician ever. And all of his old patients around the world mourned the loss of the man that had save their lives when no one else could.

On the second day they read the letter that House had wrote them when he had found out he only a little while left to live. House made a joke about a wombat, a boy-wonder oncologist, and Cuddy's boobs. Then he told them not to mourn him, and that they would forget about him soon and shouldn't miss him. Then he reminded them that everybody lies.

On the third day they had a funeral. They listened to a eulogy and the usual religious crap. Anyone who knew House knew that he would have called the whole thing a waste of time. Cuddy, Wilson, and the teams, cried, then smiled, and then sobbed anyway.

On the fifth day they all went to a bar House's favorite bar. They got drunk, reminisced, and then gave House one last toast. Chase wished that House could have been there to laugh at just how cheesy they were being.

On the sixth day they hung a picture on his office door. It was from one time when they all were at the local bar, the same they had visited last night.. House seemed to have just told some crude joke. Taub, Kutner, and Thirteen were laughing. Chase was smirking while checking out his hair in a bottle on their table. Cameron was doing her best to give House an admonishing glare, but it wasn't really working. Wilson trying to sigh exasperatedly but everyone could tell he thought it was funny too. Foreman was rolling his eyes. Cuddy had her head in her hands as though she had given up trying to control House for they day. They didn't even remember when it had been taken, but smiled at how perfectly it had captured the groups dynamic. Then, they all wondered how they would manage to walk by this door everyday.

On the seventh day they all went back to work. People lived and people died. At first, they were kind of lost in the hospital without House, but in the end, life went on.

On the first year anniversary of House's death, life was almost back to normal. And yet House's prediction of being forgotten was far from true. Once in a while a team member would stop and chuckle during a diagnosis remembering a sarcastic comment House had once made. Cuddy would look up from her paperwork when she heard a commotion outside her door and remembered all the times House had burst into her office with a ridiculous request. And, Cameron and Chase would come across an interesting case in the ER, and think to themselves that House would have really loved that one. So, one year after House's death, Wilson sat alone in his office, smiling just a little at how much they all missed House. Because as much as an ass as House had come off of, each of them had come to care about their grizzled old diagnostician in their own little way. Wilson winced as he realized just how cheesy that had sounded, even to himself, and couldn't help but wonder what snarky comment House would have made about it . . .