A/N Yeah, okay, dipshit the ten reviews. I was looking over the fic and it just had to be written.

Epilogue

"Okay, I'm a wimp. I brought flowers."

House grimaced a little as he settled himself onto the grass beside the grave. He had purposely come an hour after the services so he wouldn't run into anyone. Though, last he looked not many had come to begin with.

"But it isn't as bad as it sounds. There was a hobo selling roses while I was driving on the way here. And yes, I did wear a helmet…but I went a couple tens over the speed limit. Ha, to you.

"Things have been alright without you. You know, that girl on that soap…what was her name, the Spanish one, anyway, she ended up with the guy you said she would. So yeah, I owe you a twenty. Cuddy didn't actually follow through with giving me a month's worth of clinic duty and she kindly looked the other way when I brought a fresh bottle to the office…oh that's right."

He unzipped his backpack and brought out another bottle of Jack Daniels, the stuff they used to drink after hours. He swigged a little himself and then sprinkled a few drops on the gravestone.

"It's weird, talking to a big rock, albeit one with pretty carvings, but a rock all the same. You should be somewhere better by now, because it would be fucking pathetic if you could actually hear me and were down here and blah, blah, shit. So let's just say this is for me, another excuse to get drunk.

"I did tell it to her, you know, you can stop worrying. I'm not too sure how things will turn out but she didn't say 'No' or 'Fuck off' outright, so I guess that's a good sign. Yeah…I owed it to her…you were right. You're always right, I'm glad you're dead if only for that."

He thought for a moment and drank some more whiskey.

"And you didn't deserve to suffer. That too.

"You know, if things were different, I probably would have wanted to marry you. Oh sure, we would have driven each other crazy but…"

He stared long and hard at the gravestone for an intense moment before deciding it was safe to start talking again. His eyes were very red.

"…shut up. This is my last chance to say anything, let me be maudlin. Just…just for a bit…"

He had to stop again.

"You were quite a catch, okay? I'll admit it now, coward I am, I wait until you're dead, but I'll say it now. No one can hear me, right? Just this stupid rock with your name on it, the tree, the grass, your body…okay, that's creepy. Anyways, you were beautiful. Shit yes, even with your hair looking as if it had molted right out of your head, you were still something.

"I'm going to forget you now. I'm not going to miss you and I'm not going to think about you. Please, don't come to me in my dreams. I don't want to see you. I'm going to erase you, and I know you'll understand. Once I walk away from here, you won't exist, okay? You don't need me thinking about you."

He took one last swig of the Jack Daniels and held up the bottle to the sunlight, squinting as he looked at it from the angle.

"I should stop drinking this. I need to get back to the hospital, I wouldn't want to get ticketed. They might take my bike away. I'll let you keep this, shit, it doesn't matter to me, I've got one in my desk and I'm a doctor. I make a shit-load more than I need, I can always get another."

House got up and placed the bottle of Jack Daniels over the grave, open so that its familiar contents spilled out and soaked into the grass. He then left behind three roses, a tape he had recorded some of his piano music on, and a twenty dollar bill. He hefted himself up with some difficulty and looked at the grave a moment longer before walking towards his motorcycle.

"I'll obey the speed limits just for today. Just today, mind you."