Erm I know, it hadn't been quick. I didn't know I would become that lazy. ^^'
Sorry about that
So here is the first ending of this story, the second will be here as soon as possible.
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And a Happy New Year!
Cuddy watched the policemen leave with the little piece of metal, completely empty.
House had kept this bullet inside him for quite a long enough time to cause damages, and what went with it...
The blows he had taken from the young man at the fair had quickened the process, the bullet peacefully located in a rib had reached the liver with the strength of the punch, causing an internal hemorrhage.
That was all she had learned from the legist.
Wilson was by her side, as white as a sheet, mouth agape from the choc.
His wife had called him about ten times, leaving messages which showed her worries about little Rachel more and more.
He felt like if he explained her he would burst in tears before the end.
But it was to Cuddy to do that right now, he was waiting for her to show her pain and loss, so that he was sure to be here to comfort her at this moment.
But nobody could give her this comfort.
Cuddy stood up, unsteady.
- I have ... to go back to Rachel.
Wilson caught her hand, and made her sit down.
- How are we going to explain her that Cuddy? Her Daddy will not come to play with her while ... In three years she hasn't forgotten him, how are we going to explain...
- Wilson, it's hard enough, don't make it worst. Breathed Cuddy.
Life and death concept was unknown for a 5 years old girl, explaining to Rachel that House wouldn't come back when they just retrieved each other was just cruel.
And yet, it had to be done, one way or another...
- Rachel, I have to tell you something.
Noticing the serious look on her mother's face, she sat down quietly and waited for her to continue.
Cuddy took her on her lap, rocking gently, not sure of where to begin.
- Rachel, you'll be very sad.
Rachel didn't answer, thoughtful.
- Something happened to House... He... You won't see him for a very very long time.
- Why?
- Sometime, when people are very ill... Or old, they leave... in a deep sleep... And we don't see them again... Until we go in that sleep too.
- But I want to see my Daddy again!
Cuddy put her hand on Rachel's heart.
- He's here. She breathed her throat too tight to talk normally. And here too. She added putting Rachel's hand on her own heart. You can't see him, but all the things you have done together are here forever.
- But... Big tears were rolling on her cheeks. I want...
- I know, Rachel, me too ... But Daddy was very sick and we didn't notice...
An hour later, Rachel had stopped to cry and fell asleep from tiredness.
Cuddy put her gently in her bed, and finally, she allowed her tears to fall, while she was fixing the pirate-doctor drawing on the wall.
To Cuddy's surprise, the church had been crowded.
The death of the world famous doctor become mad had made it in the news on TV and in the papers.
Respectful doctors, thankful patients, former coworkers had decided to pay tribute to the talented doctor.
Cuddy, Wilson and Rachel had been on the first bench, both House's teams were there too, as well as Masters and others, that Wilson recognized as candidates for this stupid casting reality-show style House had imagined.
He was scared to see nobody... House had the acknowledgment he deserved.
The cemetery part was in little group, only Cuddy, Wilson, and Rachel as long as Cameron and Chase who felt closer to House than the others who was here.
Rachel had been quiet all day, Wilson said she needed time, but still, Cuddy was extremely worried about it. Her little girl was always full of life, and she got the feeling she was falling in a deep depression.
- Mom, can we go to the park?
- Honey, I have some work to do, you'll ask Eva tomorrow...
- But we're Wednesday! I don't have class! And Daddy said we could meet on Wednesdays!
Cuddy let a shaky sigh. Each Wednesday was the same thing. Rachel asked her to go meet House at the park. And it had been two months like that.
For the umpteenth time she explained her daughter House couldn't keep that promise, that it was not his fault and that he regretted it surely.
For the umpteenth time, Rachel did not answer and went back into her room to draw pirates...
- Eyh! Rachel!
She opened her eyes, disoriented.
- Stop sleeping, girl-ship we have a ship to attack! Captain Hook wants to keep all the treasure for him!
Rachel sat up like a spring, to meet blue eyes.
- Daddy?
- It's captain Daddy fair weather shrimp!
Rachel squealed happily and jumped off the bed, picked her wooden saber and followed the captain outside.
They played pirates for an hour, roaring terribly, pursuing each other, rolling on the ground...
Rachel stopped abruptly putting a questioning gaze on House.
- You no longer hurt?
House gave her a big smile.
- No, over, blown away, pfuuuiit! And I bet I have better legs than you!
He ran away, daring her to follow him.
- You'll see !
She pursued him, running with all her strength, he slowed down a little, she caught him, he made her think she was the best runner to please her...
- Daddy, will you come back?
House sighed.
- Rachel, Mommy is right, I'm sleeping right now, and I can't wake up.
- So... Why are you here?
- You're sleeping too. But you'll wake up, go back to Mommy and you'll continue your lives together...
- But, I wanted you to make a part of it!
- Me too Rachel...
He seemed to remember something.
- I threw away yours, because... Uh... I did something not really nice with it. So I have a new one for you!.
He picked a hairpin decorated with a little rose from his pocket, and attached a wayward lock of Rachel which always fell on her eyes.
- That's better isn't it?
- Thanks Daddy, I love it!
He kissed her forehead with a big smile.
- Come on go back with Mommy.
Rachel gave him a big sticky dribbling kiss on his cheek, as he hated them and went back to her home, running.
- See you Wednesday... Whispered House rubbing his cheek.
Cuddy putted the bowl in front of her daughter who had a big smile on her face.
Strange... But she was happy to see her like that, maybe Wilson was right after all, time helped things...
She frowned.
- Rachel... Where did you get this hairpin?