-1Stacy looked exhausted as she sat down in front of House. This was the moment she had been waiting for, and probably dreading, since House last came out of his office to talk to them.

"Stacy, I…" House looked at Mark. "You should probably sit down too, Mr. Warner." Mark crouched on the floor, never letting go of Stacy's hand. House looked at the two hands, Mark and Stacy's fingers entangled, like they would always stay that way. House thought about Rosemary - and felt a sudden rush through his body. He cleared his throat and slowly began to talk, not knowing exactly what to say. "Stacy… I'm so sorry." Stacy closed her eyes and Mark sat down on the floor. They were both in chock; House knew he should have let Cameron handle it. "It's malignant, and it spread to the liver."

"Oh my god…" Stacy whispered as tears started running down her face. "Am I going to…"

"No, no," House shook his head, mostly to convince himself. "We'll start chemo at once, we'll do radiation, anything it takes."

"What about surgery?" Mark suddenly spoke up. "Can't you remove it surgically, somehow?"

"I hoped it would be possible, but it spread to much already." House felt disconnected from the world. He could see himself, Mark and Stacy sitting in the couches. A feeling of being like a living dead struck him. The words coming out of his mouth weren't his - he could barely hear himself speak, let alone feel his lips move.

"Chemo… How long will it take for her to get better if we do the chemo-thing?" Mark asked. Stacy, who had been sitting quiet all this time, suddenly spoke up.

"I don't want chemo," she said. Quiet struck the three of them.

"Ok, we'll try radiation-" House started.

"No," Stacy interrupted. "I don't want any of that stuff."

"Stacy, please, you have to!" Mark kneeled in front of her. "I don't want to lose you." Stacy's eyes flickered. "Please, Stacy, This isn't like you! You're just in chock, that's all, you have to-"

"Have to do what, Mark?" Stacy said and fixed her eyes on Mark. "I have to survive this? What do I have to live for?"

"Our baby," Mark said. "What about our baby?"

"There is no baby, Mark! It's dead, it's dead because I have cancer."

"But if you live-"

"If I live, I'll probably have to do a hysterectomy." There was a long, silent pause again.

"What about me, Stacy?" Mark asked. "Live for me, do it for me. I love you, you love me! I'm the love of your life, right?" Stacy looked at her hands. "Stacy?"

"I left the love of my life years ago," Stacy said and looked up. She was crying. "Mark, please don't make me do this."

"You still love him?" Mark said and pointed accusingly at House. "Is that what you're telling me?" House fumbled with some papers and tried to get a hold of his cane. "Oh no, you're not going anywhere until we get this straightened out," Mark said and grabbed House's cane.

"What the hell, Warner! Give it to me!" House exclaimed. This is great, I'm stranded in an armchair, he thought.

"Mark, don't be such a baby!" Stacy said. "Give the man his cane, he's a cripple, for god's sake!" Mark handed over the cane and sat down in an armchair. House took it and started to get up.

"You don't love me, you still love him, and you want to die," Mark said. "This is great. Just great."

"You know he was the love of my life," Stacy said.

"I thought I was the love of your life now," Mark said.

"Some things never change."

House got out of his chair and left the couple alone. "Call me when you've reached a decision," he said before shutting the door to his office and closing the drapes. Isn't this great. I finally find someone I can see myself falling in love with, and Stacy shows up. The phone rang and brought House back to reality.

"Dr House," he answered. He listened closely for a few seconds, before hanging up and leaving the office. He rushed by Stacy and Mark and headed straight for the lifts.

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"He's better now," the nurse explained. "We still haven't found the cause of the seizure." House ran into the room. Wilson lay asleep on the bed. "We gave him Diazepam to stop the seizure and morphine to prevent him from feeling any pain." House sat down in his usual spot.

"Good God, Wilson, get a grip," House said. "What is up with you?" House's beeper went of. "Tell him I got paged and will be back in a few hours."

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"He left?" House said and sat down. "Please tell me he went for coffee."

"He's not coming back," Stacy said and sighed. "He went to file for divorce. Lucky me, I did marry the right guy after all." She paused. "At least I'll get to keep my stuff."

"What an ass your husband is," House said and leaned his chin on the cane. "So you figured out what to do yet?"

"Nothing, as I already told you."

"It doesn't sound like you. You used to be a fighter," House said. Stacy didn't say anything and just shrugged.

"I know," she said after a while. She cleared her throat before asking, "How's Wilson doing?"

"He woke up, and then had a seizure," House said, absent-minded. "He was poisoned, someone put formaldehyde in his coffee, that's what's caused the clot."

"What clot?" Stacy said. "I don't remember you telling me anything about a clot."

"Why should you care? You have cancer, never mind Wilson," House said and tapped the table with the end of his cane. Silence once again closed around them.

"It's true, you know," Stacy said after a while. "What Mark said earlier."

"What did Mark say earlier?" House said and acted innocent, pretending he didn't know what Stacy was talking about. Like he hadn't thought about it every single second since it came out into the open.

"I… never really stopped loving you," Stacy said after thinking it through thoroughly.

"And now you have terminal cancer, seeing you're obviously not going to do the treatment, and I…"

"You what, Greg?" Stacy studied him closely. "Don't lie to me. I know you still have feelings for me, I see it in your eyes and how you act when we're together." House just shook his head.

"I have to go," House said. "My shift is over."

"Hang on, Greg," Stacy said and quickly got up. "Do you want to grab some dinner? Nothing fancy, just a burger or something." House bit his lip. "I'm buying." House sighed and looked at Stacy.

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The sun found it's way through the closed curtain. House looked at the clock. 6.16 A.M. He propped himself up against some pillows and rubbed his eyes. He heard a toilet flush, and Stacy entered the bedroom.