Firstly thank-you to all who reviewed the last chapter, you were all so nice. Well because of the positive feedback I had on the last chapter, I've put this new chapter up. I hope it's okay.

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Doctor James Wilson sat in his office, in his comfy chair, staring at the glass door on the other side of the room. He felt so useless, Rebecca's mother was downstairs being comforted by some nurses and Cuddy, and here he was stuck in shock and staring out of his door.

Beyond the glass he could see House's office, but he couldn't tell if there was anyone in there. To tell the truth he wasn't really looking, he was too caught up in this horrible, sinking feeling in his stomach. He'd failed her. Failed this poor little girl who'd depended on him, who'd looked up at him with those beautiful blue eyes. Her smile that had warmed even House's hard worn heart. No one should lose their life this early, not when they had so much to live for.

With a sigh he pulled his gaze from the door and back down on the desk, which had neat stacks of papers and folders all over it. One the top file was written, in neat, careful handwriting, 'Rebecca Louis'. He picked it up, opened one of the drawers in his desk and placed the file carefully in it. He would deal with it later, but right now he needed to…take his mind off the whole experience.

Behind the wooden door he heard talking, and recognised the voices of House's ducklings. He lifted his head; one hand lying across the paperwork in front of him and the other was resting against his chin. Should he go out and talk to them? Cuddy would have told them by now, wouldn't she?

After a moments hesitation he stood up and walked round his desk towards the door, opening it to find the ducklings stood in the corridor. They looked round as his door creaked open, Cameron offered him a sad smile, Chase gave a nod as did Foreman. They'd been told, and were now discussing whether to go in a talk to their boss, or to leave him to his own devices.

"Is he in his office?" Wilson asked, offering Cameron a smile back before moving out into the corridor to check the door to House's office.

"Looks like it." Foreman said, his arms folded and a slightly dejected expression on his face. Wilson always thought it was strange when Foreman showed emotion, he was so used to seeing the calm, clinical Foreman who did his job with a quick precision.

"We were just wondering whether to go in, or leave him on his own." Chase said, his gaze flicking between the door and back to Wilson.

"Surely he'll want some time alone? Rebecca's only just…just…died, and she touched everyone, even House." Cameron spoke up, looking questioningly up at Wilson. Yes, that's what they thought of him, the House authority, the person who knew exactly what he'd want and what he was thinking. A completely false and strange presumption, because he really doubted whether anyone would ever be able to find out what was going on in that head of his. House was an enigma; one that Wilson never thought he'd be able to figure out properly. Sure he was closer than most to finding the answer, but every time he got close to unravelling the mystery he was pushed back.

"Best to leave him for a bit, I'll go and see him." With that Wilson moved past the ducklings and walked up to House's office. The blinds weren't drawn, which was definitely strange! Normally the man would like to be hidden away from the onslaught of people, but now apparently he didn't really care.

He didn't bother knocking; instead he pushed open the door and walked inside the office. The first thing he noticed was the cluttered desk, a complete contrast to his own neat haven. The second thing he noticed was the man behind the desk with his head down, and his cane on the floor.

"House?" He couldn't help the worry that entered his voice, and he took a step forwards. His friend's head rose agonizingly slowly, and Wilson could now look into the blue eyes.

"What?" The voice was gruffer than usual, and there was something else beyond that. It sounded like pain.

"Are you okay?" A stupid question to ask and he knew it, but it had to be asked. House gave a scoff, and brought a hand up to his face to rub his stubble. As he moved Wilson took his chance and moved forwards once again, this time he made it up to the desk and took a good look at the man before him.

"What did you do to your hand?!" He asked, the concern in his voice now reaching 'mother hen' levels. He didn't care! He didn't care whether House made some joke about it, or not, right now he just needed to make sure that his friend was all right and not doing something stupid.

"Nothing."

"Oh yeah, 'cause that's really nothing. Let me have a look."

"It's fine."

"House the finger's turning purple. You've obviously broken it."

"It's fine." Those two words were spoken with such icy hostility that it could have made icicles appear on the desk, but Wilson took no heed of it.

"No it's not. House, let me see."

"NO!" Suddenly the man was standing, and towering over him. The blue eyes flashed menacingly, and his expression was showing Wilson that he'd had enough. However Wilson didn't back down, instead he stood straighter and looked straight into those terrifyingly blue eyes.

"House."

"I said no. Now get out."

"No, House."

"Wilson, I said get out before I take this cane and shove it where the sun don't shine." Wilson continued to look into his friend's eyes, wondering how best to deal with this. He might be able to take House if it escalated into a fight, but he'd have to fight dirty, basically he'd have to kick his leg. Not exactly something he wanted to do.

"Please, House. I just want to see your hand." With a sigh House relented, and flopped back into his chair all the fight drained from him. James released a breath he hadn't been aware of holding, and moved closer to the chair to examine his friend's hand. House obviously wasn't coping, and if he continued going down the route he seemed to be taking then he was going to loose everything.

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Lisa Cuddy walked through the halls of Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital in a sort of daze, not quite aware of where she was going but somehow still managing to make her way around the hospital. Her thoughts were still on House, and she was worrying about what he might do.

It was always horrible when someone died after they'd tried so hard to help them, and it was even worse when it was a child. Someone who could have grown up to be something special, and amazing. But she was worried that House might end up doing something stupid, because however much he denied it he'd grown attached to the poor little girl.

Suddenly her feet stopped carrying her down the hall and she came to a halt outside a door, there was no glass on the walls for this room. No, in here people need privacy to grieve. Lisa took a deep breath before she knocked on the door, and opened it slowly. She could already hear the sobs, and felt despair try to latch itself onto her as well. She shrugged it off, and walked into the room. The young woman was sat in a chair, tissues all around her and a new box already on standby. A nurse was sat with her, one arm around her shoulders whispering soft words of comfort. A nice gesture, even if it would do little good.

"Kate?" The woman looked up at her, the tear stained face a pitiful sight to behold.

"Would you like to say good-bye?" Cuddy hated asking this question, and so soon after her child had died, but they needed to continue with procedure and then find someone to take Kate home. She obviously wasn't going to be able to drive, and Cuddy didn't really trust her on her own just now.

Kate didn't speak she just nodded slowly, before standing shakily. The nurse rose with her, and once they'd both reached the door she said her good-byes and departed, leaving Cuddy alone with the young woman.

They walked slowly down the corridors, passing doctors and nurses who didn't have a care in the world. Kate didn't cling to her arm, or ask for help at all; no instead she walked quite steadily now. She seemed to be giving the impression that she was strong, and was no doubt readying herself for the awful sight.

Finally they reached the morgue, both stopped and Cuddy turned to the woman.

"Are you sure?" Kate just nodded, still unable to speak. With that assent Lisa opened the door, and walked into the cold 'store room'. There on a metal table lay the beautiful little girl, her blonde hair pushed behind her ears. Her blue eyes no longer visible behind their lids, never to be seen again. Her smile, which had enchanted so many in this hospital, gone forever, hidden behind the pallor that now took a hold of her skin.

Kate walked slowly towards her daughter, her only daughter, and looked down at the little girl. The girl who'd been complaining about not being able to have a teddy bear to cuddle, whilst she waited for her surgery. The little girl who had managed to make Doctor Gregory smile and laugh, without hitting anyone or causing anyone bodily harm!

"I'm so sorry, baby." The whisper echoed around the room, as though she'd shouted it. And Cuddy suddenly felt like she should be in here, that she should wait outside.

"I said I'd see you when you woke up," The tears were silent. "I'm so sorry darling. I'm sorry I lied. I let you down, and I'm sorry baby, but I'll see you again." Kate took her daughter's hand and squeezed it, before turning away towards Cuddy. Instinct took over and she caught the young woman before she hit the cold floor, and the two women sat on the cold floor, one crying and the other comforting.

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