A/N; Thank you so much to those who have reviewed this fic!! Once I saw that practically all the reviews were "Its finished already?" I was smiling. Because I really do want to write another chapter. Who knows, maybe a few more. So thank you so much. You guys were truly the inspiration. Enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: If I owned any of these precious characters, I wouldn't be torturing their souls!
Four days after Christmas morning...
It was a nice color. Wilson did a good job at picking it out. Cherry wood. Almost like the cane. He supposed that was the reason why he picked that coffin. All the other ones were...dull and regular. House isn't regular.
Isn't.
Not wasn't...isn't.
He watched as flowers were placed on the closet casket. Blythe had a rose in her hand. Slowly, she plucked each pedal one by one, taking it to her lips, then placing it down. John watched closely. And Wilson watched John closely. Every tear that fell was quickly wiped away. Like he had something to hide. Bastard. He really was a rock.
Cameron was crying silently, but freely. Chase held her close, trying to control his own tears. Foreman was close by, holding his head to the ground. Shoulders shaking, barely even daring to look up. Stacy was the closest one next to the casket. She was kneeling down in front of it, roses in one hand. A handkerchief in the other. Her head rested against its smooth edges. Cuddy stood next to Wilson, arms linked together with his. Her whole face was a mess; No make-up. Blood shot swollen eyes. Wet cheeks. She wouldn't stop. They just kept coming down.
Wilson was the only one. He was the only one not crying. Back straight. Shoulders broad. Staring straight ahead. He didn't feel Cuddy's arm enveloped in his. Didn't hear the priest reciting from his Bible. Didn't see the soft snowflakes falling down...didn't feel them land on his face. All he could think of was how happy House must be with his own personal taste in caskets. He wondered what House would pick for him. He smiled softly at the thought of them two going coffin shopping. No one noticed the smile. It faded quickly as he began to wonder how comfortable it must be inside there.
He didn't see the priest closing his script. Didn't hear all the weeping. Didn't see John finally breaking down, holding his wife in his arms. Didn't hear condolences directed towards him. Didn't feel Cameron's slim figure against his, arms embracing tightly. Didn't hear Cuddy saying "I'll call you soon" to him, before leaving. Didn't see Stacy lingering a little bit longer after they all left.
Didn't realize he had been standing there alone for 3 hours. It had snowed. Then it stopped.
"Crazy weather, huh?" He said to House. "We should really be thinking about taking a trip to Florida." He drew a hand across his hair, brushing the snow off. "We'll do it this weekend. We'll take a few days off...spend New Year's Eve in Disney or something." He nodded, thinking the plan over.
"Think about it, House," he said, giving him one final look before retrieving back the funeral home parking lot.
Almost about an hour later, he arrived back at his hotel. He threw his keys and wallet on the counter, knocking down the lovely over-priced mini alcohol bottles. He sighed, too tired to even care if they were open, spilling out the contents. He jumped into the hot shower, and came out refreshed. He settled down in his bed, and began surfing through some channels, stopping on Conan O'Brian.
"What a lovely show we have for you tonight! Kiefer Sutherland, from Fox's adrenaline-pumping show "24" is here tonight!" Big cheers. Conan didn't wait for them to stop. He continued on. "We've also got Adam Sandler, promoting his new film! And Paris Hilton is here to talk about her new book about her long summer jail nights!". Applauses varied. In fact, they were actually "booing. Classic television. Wilson chuckled, turning the TV off, holding him no interest.
He reached over to his telephone, dialing a familiar home number. He waited for an answer, but didn't get one. Finally the machine answered:
"If you've reached this recording, you're either really dumb for not hanging up after this long, or you actually feel the need to talk to this machine. Go ahead. Its your life." Beep.
"Hey, House," he started. "Your cell phone still seems to be out of service...get it fixed...I just wanted to see how you're doing, and to remind you that its your turn to host poker night on Friday. Let me know if you've changed your mind... Alright, see you tomorrow." he put the phone back on the hook, and turned off the lights. He snuggled himself next to the fresh comforter, and within a matter of seconds, fell soundly asleep.
A/N: Really hard for me to write...please let me know what you think! Thanks!!