When House walked down the pathway towards the sidewalk, all he could think about was his father. The man only ever spoke of three things; religion, House's grades, and House's wedding. The man had always been so certain he would be the officiant. He could still hear his voice. But he knew he would only see Chase. Unless he started hallucinating. Setting his jaw, he slowly raised his eyes.

Chase stared back at him, unfazed by the grim look on the curmudgeon's face. He knew House had a problem with him. He knew House had a problem with everybody. If they needed to settle it somewhere else, sometime else; Chase would go along with it. But he wouldn't let him ruin his own wedding.

House stopped in front of him and turned back to face the cement walkway posing as an aisle. His sharp eyes took in everything, even though he didn't move. He observed the smaller version of Foreman and the way Cameron was looking at him. And the way everybody was looking at him. He realized he was glowering and quickly relaxed his expression. But he felt a hot rush of irrational anger as Taub came walking down as his best man. It should have been Wilson. He should be alive. His cancer should have gone in remission like so many other people's cancer. He bowed his head, trying to quell his anger and remember that Taub was a good friend. He knew he was, it just...wasn't fair. House had attended all of Wilson's weddings, and just once... But it wasn't Taub's fault it had taken him so long.

Then Julia came, as her sister's maid of honor. No children came down the aisle holding the rings and the flowers; Cuddy was getting ready. And like House, she came down the aisle alone, walking in silence. He could hear everything. He could hear it when Adams moved her hand, brushing across her dress. He could hear his mother-in-law's comment about how depressing it was. From the look on Cuddy's face, he knew she heard it, too; and he gave his mother-in-law a warning glance. Cuddy stopped beside House, staring anxiously into the cold eyes of her groom.

Chase smiled, trying not to feel like he was seconds away from being attacked. "Friends," he began. "We're gathered to join Lisa Cuddy and Gregory House in matrimony."

Hearing him skip the word holy, House gave a subtle nod of gratitude.

"Have you prepared your own vows?"

"I have," she said, and to her surprise House gave a subtle nod.

"Me too."

"Oh," Cameron's voice floated to them, and she pressed her lips together when everyone looked at her.

"Lisa?" Chase prompted.

"Okay, um..." Her eyes flew back to the groom's. "House, every day with you is exciting. Scary, and wonderful. And I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you. Because I know that's how it's supposed to feel."

He stared into her eyes, as his mind frantically tried to put together a decent speech. He took a deep, quiet breath and finally spoke. "You know me. I love...puzzles, and diagnoses. But I don't think I'll ever understand why this is happening. All I know is that you...are the missing piece. And I'm glad to have found you. Because life isn't complete without you."

Her eyebrows went up. Nobody spoke.

"Wow," Foreman whispered.

Chase smiled then. "That was excellent," he commented. "And now, since there are parts I've been instructed to phase out, may I please have the rings? Thank you," he added, as Julia handed him the rings. He handed the daintier ring to House. "Repeat after me. 'I, Gregory...'"

"I, Gregory."

"'Take thee, Lisa...'"

"Take thee, Lisa."

"'As my lawfully wedded wife, in sickness and in health, till death parts us.'"

House stared into Cuddy's eyes, remembering to speak only when she started blinking back tears. "As my lawfully wedded wife, in sickness and in health, till death parts us."

She closed her eyes and smiled through her tears as he slid on the ring.

Chase handed the bigger ring to Cuddy. "Repeat after me. 'I, Lisa...'"

"I, Lisa."

"'Take thee, Gregory...'"

"Take thee, Gregory."

"'As my lawfully wedded husband, in sickness and in health, till death parts us.'"

"As my lawfully wedded husband, in sickness and in health, till death parts us," Cuddy finished, and looked down, attempting to slide on the ring. She frowned, pushing harder, but it just didn't fit. He watched her struggle, listening to the chuckles and awws from the crowd as she inadvertently hurt his hand.

Then, making the entire crowd flinch, House grabbed the ring and threw it. They could hear it ping off the bus pole across the street. He turned back and nodded at Chase.

"Continue," he chirped, into the awkward silence.

"Uh, I now pronounce you Dr. and Mr. House, husband and wife. You may kiss the bride," Chase said with finality, and stepped nervously out of arm's length. As House and Cuddy kissed, the guests applauded; nervously at first.

"Congratulations," Chase said.