Author: Niyx PM
How does Raechel take it when House's daughter dies. The closest thing she ever had to a sister.Rated: Fiction T - English - Hurt/Comfort/Tragedy - Chapters: 17 - Words: 10,720 - Reviews: 23 - Favs: 5 - Follows: 8 - Updated: 09-18-09 - Published: 08-03-09 - Status: Complete - id: 5272001
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She was always filled with joy. Always filled with pride. Always filled with excitement…Always filled with something no one else had. How he lost her? He lost the only thing he ever really cared about. His pride and joy. His life. She was the one that was suppose to carry on his legacy but it didn't happen. She was sick, always had been. Alcoholic problem and no one ever knew except her.
There House was leaning over his daughter's body. She had died the same way her mother had died. She had drunk her self to death. That was his only daughter and he had lost her. He stood there looking down at her not knowing what to do. He didn't know if he should be angry or that he should just let himself cry. He couldn't bring himself to do neither. His was curious as to why she did it.
They had called him down to ID the body and he had came of course. He stood there a moment longer before looking back at the man and nodding his head. 'That's her.' House quietly said and walked out.
When he had made it to work late Cuddy came marching at him. 'House! My office, now.' Cuddy said walking back to her office and House had followed. Cuddy walked around her desk and sat down in her chair. House came to stand in the middle of her office, just staring into her eyes. 'House, you're late again.' Cuddy informed and House shrugged his shoulders.
'I had something important to do.' House returned and Cuddy could tell something was wrong.
'Are you okay?' she had went to be his boss to being his friend.
'No.' House said walking out her office and out the hospital. Cuddy saw these and went after him. She caught up to him and stopped him.
'House…' and he had cut her off.
'Summer's dead.' House said quietly and Cuddy looked at him with shock.
'Drunk herself to death.' House said walking away from her and tears poured down Cuddy's face.
When Cuddy got home Raechel was on the sofa reading. Cuddy walked over to her and sat down next to her. Raechel could tell something was wrong. She put down her book and turned towards her mother. 'Mom, what's wrong?' she asked.
'Summer's dead.' Cuddy answered and tears poured down Raechel's face. She shook her head no because she didn't want to believe that Summer was dead. When Cuddy saw her daughter's reaction, her tears appeared again. Raechel got up, grabbed her coat and stormed outside. Cuddy went to the door and stood there looking at her daughter run. She tried to stop her with her voice. 'Rae!' but Raechel never looked back, she just keep running.
Raechel had ran forever, she had ran until she made it to the Statue of Liberty. She stood at the top looking down at the world go by. She couldn't believe the closet thing she had to a sister had died. She didn't want to believe it. She knew Summer was depressed but she never thought Summer would die over it. She remembered Summer bringing her up here and talking to her.
'Summer, are you okay?' Raechel had asked.
'No, Rae.' Summer returned, looking at everything go by. 'Do you ever wonder what's out there after you die?' Summer had asked her.
'No, why?' Raechel asked. 'Don't tell me your thinking about…' and Raechel trailed off.
'I just miss my mother sometimes.' Summer replied.
'Your mother was depressed.' Raechel reminded her.
'I know.' Summer simply said. After that, they both turned to look at New York.
Raechel should of known that Summer was thinking about dying. Now she stood at the top with her arms open ready to jump. Her tears were making waterfalls by now. A pair of arms had grabbed her from behind and pulled her away from the edge.
'Don't be like her.' House told her, holding her tight. 'She wouldn't want that.' he informed her.
'How could she leave me?'
'I don't know.' House said in honesty.
A week went by and the funeral had arrived. Raechel didn't really want to go but she had no choice. It was hard to see Summer there, lying lifeless. She looked pale; she didn't look like the old Summer. Its because she wasn't and would never be. It was her own fault. It was Summer's own fault. Everyone at the funeral wondered why she did this to herself. All House knew was that that was her end. It was Summer's end and it was nothing no one could do about it.