The day of the funeral.
House was in his office dressed in his usual attire only it was all black, his team were furiously debating over the newest patients illness on the board was written the symptoms:
Inflammated veins
Raynauds phenomenon
Hair loss
Muscle pain
The door opens and Mackenzie walks in. House momentarily scowls at her choice of clothing – a pair of skinny black jeans with a blue top that read 'Dumbledore is alive and Harry Potter is really a muggle working in subway.' In black and white writing. Round her neck was a blue and black-checkered scarf and casually thrown over her shoulders was a leather jacket.
"Seriously?" House said
"Yep why?" Mackenzie answered
"I don't think your family will be very happy"
"Are you coming or not?" Mackenzie asked
"No I have a case." House responded
Mackenzie looked at the board for a while.
"Lupus." She declared
"It's never Lupus" chanted Cameron and Foreman
"if its never lupus then there wouldn't a word called Lupus to describe the illness that is lupus because there wouldn't be any Lupus to be Lupus." Mackenzie told them.
"run a needle test" ordered House.
They stood and scurried off.
"Niice" House told his daughter
"Are you ready?" She smiled sadly
"Yeah I suppose…" house answered
"Is this my fault?" Mackenzie inquired
"What? No." House replied surprised
"But I got in the car! I could tell she was drunk. I let Izzy get in the car he could've died because of me.!!"
House grabbed his daughter's shoulders
"It is not your fault. Your mom shouldn't have been behind the wheel she knew that. She should of stuck to her rehab. She should've sent Paulo or Jack or me to fetch you. If it's anyone's fault it's hers."
"Okay" Mackenzie nodded.
They turned and left the room.
J.D, House, Marie's father, Cuddy's two brothers (William and Samuel) and Marie's best friend Jack walk sombrely down the aisle cradling Marie's Coffin.
Izzy is seated on Cuddy's Mom's lap, she is sobbing softly in his hair.
Mackenzie is sat between Cuddy and her grandfather with an emotionless look on her face. Cuddy looks just the same.
The ceremony begins.
"We gather here as grieving friends and family, to honour the memory of Marie Jacobs. A loving Mother, daughter, wife and a loyal friend. Her Daughter Mackenzie would like to say a few words." Says the vicar.
"My Mom was a good mom despite the fact that she was an alcoholic. I can't count on one hand the times I stayed up with J.D waiting for her to come home, or holding her head as she threw up in the toilet. Or the times I had to stay with my dad or aunt Lisa because she couldn't look after us. But I can count on one hand the times she wasn't there when I needed her. She was at every one of our school performances and she was there at our birth. When I broke my arm trying to stop Izzy falling out of a tree she got on the first flight from L.A to make sure I was okay.
She was successful and smart and owned some of the greatest hotels in America, she was good Mom and I hope to be half as great as her when I'm older." Mackenzie said as she addressed the group knowing her Mom was being buried behind her.
She turned from the congregation and sat down walking past House on the way. "Your turn" she whispered.
"If everyone could stand please. Tomorrow will be the official
Funeral in which press and her celebrity friends will attend. I'd like to thank you all for coming and if you would all please make your way to Cudd- I mean Lisa's House for some food."
Wilson stood before the board, his phone in hand.
"I think it's inappropriate what they are doing, and we need to sort them." He told the people before him.
An old lady rolled her eyes she knew the story behind the video, she had been nanny to the children on a few occasions.
"We are acting a little hastily don't you think?" she said coldly. "Why would you do this to them? Aren't they your friends?"
"that's beside the point" snapped Dr Draper licking his lips finally a reason to be rid of House.
"We shall hold a board meeting tomorrow." Said Wilson
"Why not today?" asked Draper
"Their not here today." Piped up Chase grudgingly.
"First thing tomorrow then."