Title: Death Of a Legend

Author: TU

Rating: PG-13 ish

Season: any/future

Sequel/Series: N/A

Disclaimer: I don't own House or any of the characters featured on the show. Any original characters contained in this fan fiction are my own.

Author's Notes:

It had been years since I walked the halls of PrincetonPlato Teaching Hospital. It still looked and felt the same as it had during my fellowship so many years ago. The glass walls still lined every hall. Allowing a passerby a glimpse into the world beyond, yet shielding the patients and Doctor's from pointless and interrupting questions. The Clinic still stood, waiting to help though's who could afford nowhere else or were to embarrassed to go to their regular doctor. I smiled as a young boy tried to escape from the waiting room toward freedom, only to be caught by his mother at the last second. If only I could escape my memories so easily.

I sighed as I waited for the elevator. Beside me a young intern waited nervously for the elevator. In her hands she clenched a stack of files. I gave her a smile of reassurance as we boarded the elevator. Up we rose. I had always hoped to return here one day, but had always thought it would be under different circumstances. This was NOT the return I had in mind. I exited the elevator and began walking down the hall to 'His' office.

The great, legendary Gregory House, world famouse Diagnostician. To me he had been a sarcastic, grumpy, gruff, somewhat unkempt, bastard. He was the bain of my existence for the years I was here. How I had hated and admired him. The man could make a nun want to kill him. And at the same time, you knew if he was on your case odds were you were going to live.

I stopped as I reached the team conference room. Thought the glass I could see his newest 'ducklings' gathered around the table, looking somewhat lost. In the office I saw an old familiar face. A man who, for all accounts, could say that he was one of two people who knew House better then anyone in the world. I opened the door and walked over to him. He hadn't even turned at my entry.

"Wilson." I said softly putting my hand on his shoulder.

He turned and looked at me. It was as if he had aged twenty years over night.

"Foreman, welcome back." He choked out in a tear filled voice.

A piece of paper fluttered to the ground. I stared down at it. It was what had brought me here in the first place. House's obituary.

TBC?