Wilson sighed as he fixed his tie. 'Today wasn't going to be a good day' he thought solemnly. He took one last look in the mirror before turning and walking out of his bathroom and into his room where his girlfriend, dressed in black, stood waiting for him. He looked at her with sad eyes and reached for her. They embraced and Wilson let the tears that had been begging to be released since he found out, fall freely.

"He was my best friend." James whispered through his silent sobs.

Amber nodded, beginning to get teary eyed herself.

"I know baby. I know."


The funeral service was bigger than she had expected. People from the hospital were there, including doctors, interns and the cleaning team, along with their friends. Stacy made an appearance along with House's mother and Cuddy's family, Wilson's mom, and a few of his past patients showed up too.

Cuddy was currently hiding in the restroom, not yet ready to face the sympathetic looks from her family and the pretend tears from the doctors that didn't even like him, thinking they will get in good graces with her. She walked out of the stall wiping her eyes and looking into the mirror.

Cuddy was dressed in one of his light blue button up dress shirts with a pair of black pin striped dress pants that went up to her belly button. She wanted to wear a dress, or at least a skirt and jacket suit, but he had picked out her outfit for the funeral only a few days before he died. She smiled remembering what he said when she refused.

Flashback:

"House, NO. I want to look good for your…funeral. I will not wear this."

Cuddy said tucking in his shirt and looking in the mirror at him.

"Please Cuddy. Look," He said limping towards her and putting his hands on her waist. "You look fantastic. There is nothing sexier than seeing you in my shirt, and I want you to wear it to my funeral with these pants which make that super tank you call an ass, look great. Please, it's my dying wish."

His hands roamed up and down her arms, which were crossed over her chest. Cuddy nodded slowly, the fact that he was picking out her outfit for his own funeral beginning to settle in. She turned in his arms and looked up into his eyes.

"I don't want you to die." She whispered, stroking his cheek with her small fingers.

House looked down at her and smiled sadly, wiping a tear from her cheek.

"You can't always get what you want, Cuddy."

Cuddy gasped and pulled him closer.

"Please Greg, Please don't leave me. Please." She sobbed over and over into his chest.

House kissed the top of her head and felt tears run down his cheeks.

"I'm sorry."

End Flashback:

Cuddy looked in the mirror and wiped furiously at the tears staining her cheeks with a paper towel. She jumped when the restroom door opened to reveal Allison, Remy, and Amber. They smiled sadly at her and the four women locked in an embrace, crying softly. Pulling back, Cameron wiped under her eyes and laughed.

"You look great Lisa." She said placing a hand on her friends arm.

Amber and Remy nodded in agreement.

"He would've loved your outfit." Amber said looking Cuddy up and down.

Cuddy smiled and nodded. "He picked it out a few days ago. He said it was his death wish."

The women were silent for a moment and then a woman none of them knew personally walked into the bathroom, sending all of them into a random ramble at the same time. The women burst into laughter and after they checked themselves in the mirror, they walked of the bathroom.

Cuddy took a few deep breaths, trying to calm herself before walking out into the open room and greeting everyone. Cameron noticed her hesitation and grabbed her best friend's hand, and giving it a quick squeeze.

Lisa walked around with Wilson by her side, they spoke kindly to everyone and tried to avoid the pitiful looks that were pointed towards them. Whenever she felt like she would rip someones head off from being insensitive, Cuddy reached into her pocket and held House's Vicodin bottle in her hand, squeezing it as hard as she could. After a while it was time for the viewing of the body and the speeches to be heard. Everyone crowded into the room that held House's casket. All around his casket were bright blue flowers of every kind. Cuddy picked them out saying the flowers had to match his eyes.

Wilson spoke first.

"Gregory House, was a pain in the ass, on that we can all agree on. He was a miserable, selfish, jackass…" He looked at Cuddy in the front row, she was staring at House's casket. "until he began dating Lisa Cuddy that is." Cuddy looked up at Wilson with tears forming in the corner of her eyes. Wilson winked and continued on with his speech. "After they got together, It wasn't hard to notice the change in him. House was happier, there was a bounce in his limp, He actually did his clinic duty without force." Wilson paused as the crowd of mourners smiled, remembering the crippled Doctor. "One night he told me 'She's it. Lisa Funbags Cuddy is the one I'm going to marry. I'm in love and a changed man Jimmy Boy.' That night we went out, searching for the perfect ring, and by the next day my two closest friends were engaged. I always knew he loved you Lisa, you meant everything to him. Gregory House, my best friend, a loyal husband, and a brilliant doctor. He will be missed."

Wilson walked over and sat in between Cuddy and Amber. He placed his hand over Cuddys and lightly squeezed. Over the next hour or so, House's mom, Cameron, Foreman and Remy all made speeches or told stories about the diagnostician. After Foreman finished, everyone stood and walked up to the casket saying their final goodbyes.

Cuddy, Wilson and the team along with Amber, Chase and Cameron were the last to see him. Cuddy was led by Wilson closer towards his body. Cuddy looked down at her husband's body and lost it.

"Oh my god. House!" She yelled falling into Wilson's arms and sliding to the floor. Cuddy lay in Wilson's arms, crying into his shirt. Everyone stood, silent and unknowing of what to do or say. Wilson glanced up at the people around him.

Chase held Cameron as she cried into his shoulder, Remy and Foreman were holding hands, Remy trying to keep the tears from falling. Taub stood silently with his arm around his wife's waist, and Amber was on her knees beside him and Cuddy, her hands rubbing his back in circular motions. Cuddy had stopped crying and her breathing had become normal again. She sat on the floor with Wilson holding her.

Cameron wiped her eyes with her sleeve and whispered, "It isn't fair."

Cuddy looked up at her with bitter eyes.

"Life isn't fair."


AN:: Wow! Thank you all so much for the great feedback! Look, I'm sorry about Killing House off so soon, but he will be around until the very end, don't you worry. I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and that I kept everyone somewhat in character. There is a reason I left out how House dies and why I left out other things that will be mentioned later, I promise.

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