AN:/ So like must fan-fics of this time, this was written in school. Specifacily Algebra 1, but seriously when am I ever gonna need to know how to graph a parabola in life? But this is my first House fan-fic and idk how it turned out. It's post "simple explination" (which might possibly the saddest episode in the history of TV). But I love Kudley and just felt like this needed to be written. I also have another post "simple explination" fic that I'm hesitant about posting, so if you want me to post it please tell me in a review.

Disclaimer- if I owned house, kutner wouldn't have shot himself and he would be with Thirteen, but since Kutner is dead and Foreteen is still there I clearly don't own house/

******

All she wanted was for him to hold her and say that they would be ok, that they could get through this together.

All she wanted was for him to walk into the room with a smile of his face like he usually did, cracking jokes and telling everyone about the latest piece of Star Wars or Harry Potter merchandise he just bought on eBay.

All she wanted was for him to be there when a patient flatlined. To live up to his title of "professional difiburalist" and bring the patient back when everyone's else's attempts failed. For him to nearly kill himself, or someone else with the difibulator. For him to be the bravest one to act when everyone else wouldn't risk doing it.

All she wanted was for him to brilliantly come up with the diagnosis when everyone else was stuck, with no ideas. For him to make them all seem stupid for not seeing it sooner.

All she wanted was to talk to him one more time. Tell him what he meant to her and how much she cared about him, and always valued his friendship that she always wished was something more.

All she wanted was to have gotten to his apartment sooner, to have been able to stop him from raising the gun to his head and pulling the trigger. To let him know that they could help him, that he wasn't alone. That he would be alright eventually. That they cared what happened to him.

All she wanted was to see his smiling face that always made her heart skip a beat.

All she wanted was to feel his arms around her.

All she wanted was to turn back time and talk to him about his problems.

All she wanted was to have seen a sign that he was depressed.

All she wanted was to be able to tell him how she felt about him.

All she wanted was him. Too bad life sucks.

AN:/ yeah, tell me what you think, pretty please!!!