A/N: Alright, I'm serious this time...last chapter before the epilogue... Thanks for the reviews!! Enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: Not mine

Two years and 3 months since Christmas Day

In Loving Memory

Gregory House

June 11th 1959---December 25th 2007

Drizzles of soft rain hit the plaque, but were quickly wiped away with hands. Wilson found himself crouched down next to the gravesite of his friend. He traced the carvings of the words with his fingers, not even remembering the day he was asked to customize it. "In Loving Memory" was so..common. Maybe he didn't pick it. Maybe Cuddy did. Why would she tell them to write that? Because it was the only one that fitted well, stupid, he thought to himself. It was true. "Beloved Father and Husband"was just wrong. He wondered if House ever wanted kids. He used to be so afraid of asking him that question. Why? Are you pregnant? House would probably joke, giving him an annoyed look, and Wilson would just look away, shot down. He always thought that if there was anything in the world that House would soften up to it would be children. Vulnerable-minded little kids, babies even. He could toy with their minds, teach them how to logically think and see the world. But there was no kids. There was no wife. There never was.

"Couldn't imagine little Houses running around," Wilson spoke lowly. It wasn't that he was embarrassed to be talking to a grave, it was that he wasn't embarrassed. There were so many things he wanted to say to him, but he needed to be restrained and not get over-enthusiastic about it.

"You would've been taking twice the amount of vicodin...That over-dose really was inevitable," he joked, a smile spreading across his face. He swiped his hand over the plaque again, like a windshield.

"Getting married in June...hopefully the weather won't be like this." He briefly lifted his head up to the clouds, seeing the ominous clouds gathering together. His eyes directed back to the plaque. "Actually, that's why we planned it in June. Wanted a nice Summer wedding." He found himself lightly tapping on the plaque with his fingertips. He took a moment's pause before breathing in.

"If you could have the chance to say...one thing to me...I bet it would be that you're disappointed in me," he softly spoke. "And I would be more than happy to hear it. I need to know that...throwing away my career like that was wrong. It's not that I don't want to be a doctor anymore. I do. I really do. I miss it all. Its just...going back to that hospital. Seeing your office door with another doctor's name...It'll be so hard. I know you won't be there...but I'll miss it, you know? I would be eating in the cafeteria waiting for someone to swoop in and steal my food. Or I'll be writing something really important in my office, waiting for someone to barge in. Through both doors. Going back to all that would be like...accepting that I accepted that your not coming back." He sighed, confusing himself. "So that's why I would have you say that you're disappointed in me. So I can have ...clarification that its alright to go back. So I can have another reason why I should go back."

He took his eyes off the plaque and let them drop down to the grass, He surfed his fingers through the wet blades, knowing this was the closest he would get to House. Knowing that just a few feet below from were his hand laid, Gregory House was resting. If it had been a private cemetery, if the damn rain had stopped falling for just a moment----he would've laid himself down. He would've laid right beside the grass on the earth, covering the buried casket. He would've pressed his ear to the ground and fallen asleep, listening to the faint whispers of his friend.

He put his hands to his knees and hoisted himself up. They found their way to his coat pocket, where contact was made with his car keys.

"Just because you can't be my Best Man doesn't mean I don't expect you to be there," he whispered, giving a little smile. Of course House would be there. He couldn't count the number of times he went grocery shopping or just taking walks when he felt that someone very familiar was walking by his side. His smile grew a bit wider, as he turned his body around, heading towards his car. He got inside, and wiped away something falling from his cheeks. A tear or a rain-drop, he couldn't tell.

A/N: Reviews, reviews!! Thank you! Sorry if this was a bit short.