Hi there! Well, many of you wanted the rest of the story in English. I TRY to do it, but you have to know that English is not my primary language and it's not easy to write in English. If anyone wants to offer his services as a beta, I will welcome it. I hope that you'll understand what I wrote and that you'll enjoy the story in spite of all the grammar, spelling… errors. (I won't have internet the next 3 weeks, but I promise to write further chapter during this time off)

Once at the cemetery, House went straight to Wilson's grave. He looked for a key. The key to a locker in the bus station of Chicago. One in which Wilson and he put about 10000 dollars so that House could manage on his own after Wilson's death. House didn't know where it was and he hoped it would be somewhere on the grave, maybe in flowers. After about ten minutes, House began to speak."Wilson, I already miss you. If you were there, you would give me advice, you would tell me what wait for me from now on and perhaps you would help me find a solution to get out of this situation without hurting the woman I love. I saw Cuddy today. But you already know it. She looked good. Patty and Selma are still appealing. I… What didn't you tell me that you saw her last month? I would have told you it wasn't a good idea. She deserves to be happy. And with me she never will…"

"Are you Gregory Wilson?" a man asked him suddenly. House didn't hear him coming.

"Who?"

"Gregory Wilson. Are you Gregory Wilson?"

"Yes", House answered a bit surprised.

"This is for you. Sign the register here, please. Thank you. Good bye."

House stayed there a bit stupid with an envelope in the hands. He could read: "For Gregory Wilson, grave of James Wilson, Graceland cemetery, Chicago". Then he turned to the grave. "That's you!" he said, pointing at the grave. He opened it and began to read: "House, I can imagine how you feel alone right now. I wish I could live long enough to see you reconnect with Cuddy. Not necessarilyrenewan intimate relationship, but at leastfriendly ties. She knows you better than anyone. She was alwaysby your side, shehas always supportedyouin difficult times, and shealways gaveyouanother chance. I know thatyou're goingto needsomeone you trustat your sideonce I'm gone. You deeply disappointed her, and also hurt her. You were cruel to her and she didn't consider it a good idea to confront you. It was certainly a mistake on her part. I talked with her about it and she admitted it. She regrets not having taken time to talk with you after the break up.Shetold me that shelacked courage. I explained her the reasons of your irrational act. She didn't forgive you, but I felt she was opened to my arguments. The pathto regainher confidencewillbelong and difficult, butyou have to do it, House. For you. For her.Sheis nothappywithout you, even if you areconvinced of the opposite.WheneverI saw her, she triedto keep up the appearances, but I could see it was wrong.She has alwaysthe photoI tookof youduring our eveningwith Samin February. Itisin her wallet. Yes, I admit, Isearched herbagwhen shewas away. I wanted to know if she had somebody in her life. House, don't give up! Promise me to try to get back in touch with Cuddy, to fight so that she comes back in your life. You need each other in your life. And you need someone to help you go through life. I'm sure you'll find something to get your life back, you always find something, but you will need help. Talk to Cuddy, she'll help you. And don't forget your fellows; they care about you in spite of all you told them. They have been working with you for many years and they learnt to know you and how you behave. They know you are a brilliant, cynical jerk, but they trust you and your diagnosis. I'd say that Chase is closer to you than the others; you should maybe talk to him first. He's not as strict as Foreman and is very creative, he can help you.

Well, I guess it's time for me to let you. Thank you, House, for everything. You were my best friend.

Wilson

PS : on the other side you'll find the key of the locker 221. Take care"

House remained still. "You're right, Wilson, this time I'm gonna need the help of a great doctor. It will take a little time and it won't be easy, but I have to try it if I want to get back an official life. As for Cuddy… what does she want? She never knew it. You wrote she has a picture of me in her wallet, why? And there's this child seat in her car. Strange and intriguing. I'm not sure I should go back in her life. She probably found someone she can rely on, someone who cares about her and about Rachel. I don't know if she loves him, but she certainly feels safe with him. And that's all she needs."

"Women never know what they want, but believe me: they need somebody to love. No matter the difficulties, as long as they are with the guy they love", an old man said. He had a bunch of flowers in the hand.

"I didn't speak to you", House replied abruptly.

"I just said that to help you. I loved a woman for 50 years. Each day we spent together, I tried to understand her. And I never succeeded."

"How is this supposed to help me?"

"Love is the key to happiness. Without love you'll never be happy."

"Without love you'll never get hurt", House replied sadly.

"True. But is the life worth being lived without love? What is a man without a woman?" House didn't answer. The old man added: "I can see you've been deeply hurt by a woman. But it proves that you're alive. And I'm sure she hasn't forgotten you. You just need a kick in the ass to make you react and fight to get her back. Have you only tried?"

"That's none of your business"

"That means no. Then you're an idiot! If you really love her, just go to her and tell her what you feel for her."

"It's much more complicated than that."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"No."

"It will do you good."

"I don't know you. Why should I trust you?"

"You're right. You don't know me. I'm a, old man, broken. And I was a therapist. If you need someone to talk to, I come here every day. My wife is buried right here", he said and pointed at the grave next to Wilson's. House nodded and walked away. He thought about what the old man told him. About Wilson's letter. Both were right. He loved Cuddy. And he would need someone to help him now that Wilson wasn't anymore. He had to do something to get her back. Something constructive this time. He had to show her he could do better. He could be the man she needed. If Wilson was right and if she always had this picture of them in her wallet, it meant that she still felt something for him. But first, he had to get back to life. And he would need Chase's help. He got on his bike and drove to the bus station, he would need money.

The next day Cuddy made a detour via the police station before going to work. She waited for her turn when she heard a man's voice. Her heart skipped a beat. She recognized this voice.

"Doctor Cuddy, I didn't know you were here. May I help you?"

"Detective Tritter, I … No thank you, I "

"How is doing your favorite Doctor?"

"I don't see who you mean and I have to go. Good bye"

"I meant House, and you knew it. I don't know why you don't want to speak about him, but if there's the slightest problem with him I'll know it, believe me", Tritter told her straight. Cuddy held Tritter's gaze for several seconds and walked away. She had a bad feeling about this man. He could be dangerous for House. She had to warn him. She didn't want House to suffer because of this man. In spite of all House did, she couldn't bear a grudge against him. Of course, two years ago, she wanted him to go in jail, but now, it was different. Her anger faded away; she had time to think about their relationship, about the consequences of the break up. She felt somehow guilty because she hadn't given House another chance, she didn't want to give him another chance because she was too scared to lose herself and what she had. She sailed back instead of fighting for their relationship. She behaved just like House used to, and kept him at arm's length just to avoid pain, just to avoid being hurt one more time. She refused to listen to his explanation because she was furious. And yet she should have known he would react like that, because that's who he was. Wilson told her he made lots of efforts to change. He worked hard on his fears, on his demons and started to learn how to face them instead of avoiding them by taking drugs. And the best proof of House's will to change was what he had done for Wilson. But now, Cuddy wondered what would happen to House. He had no real existence, no possibility to find a job as a doctor, and Cuddy knew how much this was important to House. He's been living for medical puzzle. He would probably be sent into jail, but for how long? And by the way, where was House? He told her he would go to the police, and was ready to assume the consequences of his official death. But apparently, he had lied to her. Once again. Otherwise, Tritter wouldn't have inquired after him. Where was House? What had he in mind? Cuddy was both angry and relieved. Angry because once again she trusted him and she shouldn't have. Relieved because deep down she didn't want him to be in jail. She hoped he wouldn't make things worse. But how and where could she contact him? She didn't even know which name he used, where he had been living since his "death". Maybe could she ask … Who? Wilson's family? She didn't know if Wilson still had relatives. Maybe Foreman or Chase. After all they had worked with Wilson, they maybe knew where he had been living during his last months. And she knew that House was with Wilson, so… That was all she could do at that time. This man definitely drove her crazy.