A/N: Ok. I know this is early but It's a surprise. Plus I had the time and wanted to surprise you and cheer up my best friend. Oh and PLEASE don't kill me with the beginning. And PLEASE keep reading after that! It'll all make sense PROMISE!

*one month later.*

House was standing, at the altar, holding Danielle's hands. He looked at her, a vision of beauty in white. Her dress was strapless with a slight sweetheart neckline with an A-line waist. She had a beautiful, bright smile. They had just said "I do" and he pulled up her veil. In fact they were at the part where they leaned in to kiss. But she started coughing. It subsided after a little while.

"Sorry."She said softly with a smile to him. He smiled back. They started to lean in when she started coughing again, even more violently. Suddenly, blood splattered all over her beautiful white dress And his tux and she couldn't stop coughing.

"Dani?" He whispered, holding on to her shoulders. She was shaking violently.

"Can't..." she croaked softly. "Breathe." She stopped for a second, looked at House, gasped, then her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she dropped. She fell against him first, but he had lost all strength in his arms and she fell to the floor. He stood there frozen, he couldn't move, he didn't want to believe what he knew he just saw. He swallowed hard and just fell to his knees, grabbing his new wife.

"It's not fair. It's not fair." He whispered as he rocked back and forth, holding her. Thankfully, Wilson had jumped up and ran to the altar. He remembered Wilson and Chase coaxing him to let go of her so they can check her out. But the rest of what happened, was all just a blur. The next thing he knew, he was with Wilson in his office.

"I'm Sorry Greg." Wilson said putting a hand on his best friend's knee. House was still in his bloodied tux. And he knew that voice Wilson was using. He used it with his patients and their families. "There was nothing we could do. She had an aneurism in her lungs that burst and she bled out. I'm so sorry." House took a deep, shaky breath, put his head in his hands and said nothing but started to cry.

Danielle woke up to a disturbance on the other side of the bed. She looked over to House, who was thrashing about the bed.

"Greg?" She asked looking at him, still half asleep, but at the sight of him, she fully woke up. "Greg?!" She said holding him down and grasping his shoulders. "GREG?! HOUSE?!" She called still shaking him. "GREGORY HOUSE! WAKE UP!" She said shaking him as hard as she could. Finally, His eyes popped open and he was panting. Quickly he looked around the room and his eyes landed on the worried face of Danielle. He locked eyes with her and then hugged her tight.

"You're ok." He breathed into her hair, taking in her scent. Danielle blinked a couple times in surprise then hugged him back.

"Of course I'm ok Greg. I was sleeping right next to you." She said as he let go and she sat up. House soon followed. She looked at him concerned. "What happened? Are you ok?"

"It was just a- a bad dream." He said rubbing his forehead and face, stopping at the back of his neck. Danielle rubbed her hand across his face.

"Whatever happened, it was just a dream. Remember that." She kissed him softly. "You don't have to talk about it. But I am here for you if you want to. And I'm not going anywhere. I love you." She said kissing him again.

"I love you too." House said as he lay back down and Danielle put her head on his chest and fell asleep listening to his heartbeat. House, however, didn't go back to sleep that night.

House sat at his desk the next morning and yawned. He was tired since he didn't sleep after he woke up. In fact, he found himself constantly checking on Danielle to make sure she was breathing. He knew, even now as he put his head in his hands and rubbed his eyes with the heels of his palms, that it was all just a dream and he was acting ridiculous. He was so tired and distracted with his thoughts that he didn't even notice Wilson walk in.

"Late night with Danielle?" Wilson jokingly asked with a smile. House looked up and glared at his best friend.

"Nightmares. I didn't sleep last night." He said. "And I don't wanna hear shit from your happily engaged ass."

"Nightmares?" Wilson asked concerned. The last time he had nightmares that kept him awake, things didn't end very well. He took a seat across from his best friend. "When did this all start? What caused it?" Instead of answering, House took a small box out of his jacket pocket and tossed it onto the table. Wilson's eyes grew wide. Tentatively, he picked it up and opened it. In it was a beautiful silver ring with a round cut diamond with mini diamonds all around the band.

"Wait, you were going to ask her?! Since when?" He said, shocked his best friend didn't tell him. "I thought you said you weren't going to since you idea of family was ruined?"

"That night we were all taking and drinking got me thinking. She's been better to me and for me than either Cuddy or Stacy. Did you know with her I haven't craved a single pill? Not one." House sighed. "I got it a couple of days after we went drinking, you know, just in case. Like if the right moment were to pop up. But ever since then, these nightmares have been happening." House shook his head. "Last night was the worst. I actually ended up waking up Danielle."

"What happens? What are these nightmares about?" Wilson asked, sounding almost like a therapist. House smirked on the inside. If it weren't for Wilson, he surely would have gone crazy by now. He sighed and rubbed his forehead.

"Ever time its the same thing, we're standing at the altar, about to kiss when she starts coughing blood everywhere. On herself, on me. She then collapses. That's when I usually wake up, in a cold sweat. I'll get up get something to drink. See she's next to me and ok and I go back to bed. Usually. But last night, it went further. We were here, in your office, and you told me she- That she died." House said, that last part quiet.

"House." Wilson said, softly and caringly. It was the same tone he had used in the dream when he told House Danielle died. House flinched on the inside. "You are a doctor. Your friends are doctors and you work in a hospital. She's not going to die. Especially not on your wedding day." He said. House leaned back. "I promise you."

Later that Day, Danielle knocked on Wilson's office. When she came in, She looked worried.

"Danielle." Wilson said. He had spent most of the morning helping House. Now he was looking at House's girlfriend.

"James," Danielle said stepping in. "I hate to be a bother and I only have a few minutes to talk to you before I need to go fine what trouble Gregory has gotten himself into, I just wanted to ask you if you noticed anything strange about him."

"Strange?" Wilson asked. "What do you mean?"

"I don't even really know." Danielle sighed. "It seems he's been having trouble sleeping for about a month and a half. And last night he was like- trouncing- all over the bed."

"Trouncing?" Wilson asked with his eyebrow raised.

"Oh shut up. I'm an English Teacher. I use big words. trouncing.. You know- thrashing.." She said.

"I know what trouncing means. But honestly I don't know what to tell you." Wilson said. "You're just going to have to ask him yourself."

"I was afraid you'd say that." Danielle said with a sigh and going to the door. "Thanks for your time though. And you know that getting anything out of him is like pulling teeth from an alligators mouth."

"Good luck!" Wilson called as she left.

Ok so PLEASE don't kill me for the beginning. And I hope you all like it. Ben and Jerry's ice cream for reviews. Oh and I hope House wasn't too OC but he does have feelings and he only show's them to Wilson and Danielle. Plus the top part was a dream so he could have been crying like a baby or dancing in a tutu with pink elephants and it would have been ok. Anyways, I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. Next one will be up next week. I love you all. remember the review button id your best friend and it gives you Ice cream.

~Littlemiss-RozaAnn~