A.N.- Here's Chapter 13! Sorry this is so late; I've been busy with school winding down and such. Thank you to Kyra who reviewed and caught me on a minor medical detail I had missed in my last update; keep it up! Even though this is fan fiction and it really doesn't have to make sense by definition if you see something that might not make sense let me know and I'll look at it. Thanks!

Chapter 13- The Funeral

Wilson, flashback 2014

Seth Victor's funeral occurred a week and a half after he had died. I had been treating him with mostly palliative pain management for less than four months when he passed because his cancer had been too advanced for any sort of aggressive treatment. His wife Tiffani had tearfully asked me to come to the funeral, and I felt it was the least I could do.

I found Tiffani with Seth's sister Elena right as I walked into the church where the funeral was held. Elena had her arms around her sister in law who was consumed in grief when she saw me. "Dr. Wilson," she said, "thank you for coming."

"It was the least I could do for you," I said.

"We appreciate it," Elena said,.

"Yes… thank…you…" Tiffani got out in between sobs. I gave her a hug.

"You're welcome. Seth was a very lucky man to have such great people as your family in his life," I said and my eyes lifted to Elena.

"I am…pregnant you know. It's our first, and I found out the day after he was diagnosed," more tears fell down her cheeks, "I don't know what to do now."

"I'm sorry," it was the only logical thing to say.

"Hang on, I'll be right back. Tiffani, come on I'll take you to go sit with my mom," Elena led her away and I took a seat in a pew in the center of the room. Elena came and sat beside me and I smiled. "I'm not okay," she said looking down at her black dress.

I put my arm around her. "Is there anything I can do?"

Elena looked at me and started crying. Not knowing what else to do I helped her up and took her outside. No one was outside now, so I led her to sit under a tree. She didn't say anything but she put her head on my shoulder and I held her as she let out her feelings.

"I don't want to go in there and do this," Elena said into my shoulder.

"We can just sit out here. Have our own funeral for him. Do you have any funny stories you can tell me about him? What were some of his favorite things?"

"He loved sports."

"Which ones?" I asked softly, "Football? Baseball?"

"Both of those," she said and more tears flowed down her cheeks as she crawled into my lap. I did not stop her but I put my arms around her and rocked her back and forth slowly. She took one of my hands and held it in hers. "It isn't fair."

"I know," I whispered, "I know. Just let it out."

So that's what she did. She sobbed as we sat outside while the funeral went on beyond the closed doors.

And then I kissed Elena Victor, the sister of one of my deceased patients. Nothing for me would ever be the same.

"Dr. Wilson…"

"James, Elena. I know that came on fast. I'm sorry, I didn't know what I was thinking and I…."

"I liked it, and I like you. God, this is such bad time for me to be kissing you, because it's my brother's funeral…"

"How about after the funeral I buy you dinner?"

"That'd be nice," she said and kissed me again and again and again.

I'm almost done writing this story on the actual Word document so after I finish I'll be uploading more chapters at a time so you guys can catch up. I'm thinking about doing a sequel but I'm not sure yet so feel free to imput on whether I should.