Be Thou my Vision, O Lord of my heart;
Naught be all else to me, save that Thou art
Thou my best Thought, by day or by night,
Waking or sleeping, Thy presence my light.

Be Thou my Wisdom, and Thou my true Word;
I ever with Thee and Thou with me, Lord;
Thou my great Father, I Thy true son;
Thou in me dwelling, and I with Thee one.

Be Thou my battle Shield, Sword for the fight;
Be Thou my Dignity, Thou my Delight;
Thou my soul's Shelter, Thou my high Tower:
Raise Thou me heavenward, O Power of my power.

Riches I heed not, nor man's empty praise,
Thou mine Inheritance, now and always:
Thou and Thou only, first in my heart,
High King of heaven, my Treasure Thou art.

High King of heaven, my victory won,
May I reach heaven's joys, O bright heaven's Sun!
Heart of my own heart, whatever befall,
Still be my Vision, O Ruler of all.

"Be Thou my Vision," Stephanie Dashund stood at the podium at the funeral for her best friend, Robert Chase. In the seats before her were only a few select people that included Drs. House, Foreman, Cameron, Cuddy and Wilson, and Stephanie's own brother, Jonathon who had known Chase for as long as she had. "This was Robbie Chase's favourite song. At church, he would always get so excited to sing this song and even during his final days…" she trailed off and bit her lip as she tried to keep from weeping too much. "Robbie and I, we were the best of friends. Robbie's parents, however, didn't give a rat's behind about him, though he loved his mother very much, and mostly just spited his father. Whenever his mother would beat him or his father would yell at him, he would sneak to my house next door and climb in my window, and I would sing him to sleep and I would hold him while he cried. I would sing him this song. He always said that I could have made it as a singer, but that he was glad that I didn't because then I would have gotten all famous and forgotten about him. I could never forget about him. I was with him when he died. He knew it was coming and I came over and I lay in bed with him and he held me and he sang me this song and then I sang it to him when he was finished. As I finished the song, Robbie died. I will forever remember this song and I will always associate it to Robbie. And I hope that you will too. Thank you."

It was silent as Stephanie walked down from the podium and the priest walked back up. As they said their final prayers, the doctors all couldn't help but think about how it was too soon for him, at only thirty one years old.

Dr. House had seen the signs; he knew that someday he would get that phone call. Dr. Cameron was blatantly naïve towards his pain, she never expected for this to happen. Dr. Foreman had always known that Chase was hiding something; he just wished that he had known what so that he could have helped Chase. Dr. Cuddy had noticed something off about Chase the moment she met him, but had pushed it aside and hadn't given it much thought: now she regrets it. Dr. Wilson was still in complete awe over what had happened, but mostly he couldn't believe that his best friend hadn't told him about Chase.

As tears slid down everyone's cheeks, it was impossible for them not to wonder what if? What if…they had been a little less condescending, a little nicer? What if….they had asked him what was wrong, just once? What if…they had forgotten their own ignorance, and seen through Chase's sleek armour? What if…they had been friends to him, as he had tried to be to them?

When Chase's body had been brought in and they had blessed him with holy water, was the first time that the five were seeing Chase's religion. Through the prayer, they all couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the Catholicism that was being practiced, as none of them were Catholic themselves, and Wilson was Jewish.

After the service was finished, they all went to look at Chase before the coffin was closed for good and he was taken to be buried. They were scared when they approached, but what they saw was amazing. Chase had never looked so good. Not good as in feeling good sense, but good as in happy. Chase had always looked like a cross between ultra tense and ultra relaxed. He had held up this armour that nobody could see through, and suddenly that was all gone. He lay there looking more peaceful then any of them had ever seen anyone look before.

"He's happy,"

They turned around to see the tearful Stephanie smiling weakly at them, "He and I will be together again someday, we will in heaven."

They all nodded, even though none of them really believed this, they found it comforting thinking about Chase in heaven rather than him just being dead.

Stephanie turned to Cuddy and looked her over a little. "Are you Doctor Lisa Cuddy?" she asked.

Cuddy looked a little shocked, but quickly nodded, "Yes, I am," she said.

Stephanie held out a piece of paper to her and they all looked at it, noticing that it was a check written out to Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital for…

"Three million dollars?" Cuddy asked.

Stephanie smiled, "Yeah, he said that it could cover House's malpractice lawsuits for a month."

Cuddy had even more tears in her eyes at the check.

"You had the reading of the will already; shouldn't that be after the funeral?" House asked.

Stephanie shook her head, "The lawyer asked to do it beforehand; apparently he's a really busy guy." She paused before continuing. "Dr. Cameron, you got twenty five thousand dollars, Dr. Foreman, you got his house in Namibia and ten thousand dollars, he said that you used to talk about working in Africa someday. Dr. House, you got thirty thousand dollars and Wilson you got ten thousand, he said you could use it to pay for your next wedding. That's everything." They were all in shock as she handed them checks and told Foreman that he should be expecting the deed to the house in the mail very soon.

"I guess you can go back to your lives now," Stephanie gave them a small smile.

And they did. However knowing that Chase should not have had to have cut his own life so short; knowing that they may have been able to help him before it was too late…and they would regret it forever.

The end.

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Wow, so that chapter took a lot longer than expected, but I think that its okay. I wouldn't call it the best thing that I've ever written, though. I would, however, love to hear your thoughts on this final chapter. Thank you to all those who have read this story and those who also took the time to review. Thanks again, One-Two.