This may seem unlike Amber to you but I truly like the song and it was just an sorta twisted Idea.


Bloody Valentine

Oh my love please don't cry

I'll wash my bloody hands and we'll start a new life.

Amber watched as House's motorcycle pulled up in front of the apartment complex. She watched as Wilson stepped off and pulled the Helmet off his head, then watched as he turned back to House.

"Thanks." Wilson muttered handing House back his helmet. "I'll see you tomorrow then." And as Amber watched, House pulled Wilson back by his shirt. Wilson stumbled backwards before turning around unprepared for the lips that met his. "House!" Wilson pulled back. "Amber will-" But House cut him off by kissing him once he finally pulled away there was a smirk gracing his lips. "If you keep up with that loud mouth of yours, she'll definitely find out."

Wilson Blushed.

" See ya." House smirked as he flipped down the visor of his helmet, revving up his motorcycle before kicking off.

"Yeah…see ya." Wilson sighed as he watched the bike vanish into the night.

I ripped out his throat

And called you on the telephone to

Take off my disguise

Just in time to hear you cry

She had enough. She knew about them. It wasn't hard to see it, even before she came into the picture she had already seen the situation at hand. It was hard to hide it. But she had thought...that maybe it was different. Maybe she could take his place and that things would work out. She hadn't expected it to continue, she thought James was better then that. She had been wrong. It was bad enough that House had taken her job from her, she wasn't going to just sit back and let him steal her lover too. That was why she had it all planned out. It played over and over in her mind as she made her way to House's apartment. She knew how it would go House high up on his pain killers, kneeling down in front of her, no...he was too much of a prick to do such a thing. No instead he would be daring her, yes daring her to pull the trigger...and she would.

When you

You mourn the death of your bloody valentine

The nigh he died

You mourn your bloody valentine

One last time

She could see Wilson's face, his horror stricken expression when he'd hear the news. Oh, she knew it was going to be sweet. Oh, so sweet. Yes, it would teach that mother fucker to mess with her. To go cheat on her with...with THAT!

There was police and flashing lights

The rain came down so hard that night and the

Headline's read "A Lover's died, no telltale heart was left to find

Amber took Wilson's keys from her pocket, they jingled as she pulled up the key and stuck it in the lock. It gave a satisfying click and she opened the door with a wide grin, stepping into the dark apartment. She glanced around the darkness before her eyes landed on the closed door of what she knew was House's bedroom.

You mourn the death of your bloody valentine

The night he died

You mourn the death of your bloody valentine

One last time

The bedroom door creaked open, Amber slipping into the darkness of the tranquil room. There lying in the bed was an open mouthed House, snoring. His Vicodin bottle lying on it's side on the bedside table, it's contents spilled onto the table, but surprisingly most still held within the container. She pulled the gun from her pocket as she moved to stand at the side of the bed, placing the cold metal barrel to House's head. The doctor sat up with a start, wide-eyed as he stared at her.

Singin

Oh my love please don't cry

I'll wash my bloody hands and we'll start a new life

I don't know much at all

I don't know wrong from right

All I know is that I love you tonight. (tonight)

"Amber?" He looked at her in surprise, his sleep hazed mind finally allowing him to register the gun held to his temple.

"The one and only, House." She smirked.

"What are you..." The fear in the others face suddenly vanished as he began studying her, like he was sizing her up or something. She was the one with the power here, what right did he have to be looking at her like that?!

"What does it look like?" She growled her smirk disappearing as she clicked the guns hammer.

He dropped you off, I followed him home

Then I stood outside his bedroom (window)

Standing over him he begged me not to do

What I knew I had to do

Cuz I'm so in love with you

He stood from the bed with a grunt, his hand reaching out for his cane, his eyes never leaving Amber's. "Please, you don't have the guts." He scoffed, as if the idea that Amber where here to kill him was some mundane threat.

"Don't you tell me what I don't have!" Amber hissed back at him, clicking the hammer once again for effect, though it did nothing more then gave a rather ridiculous clink as it fell back into place. "I have more guts then you give me credit for." Her smirk returned.

Oh my love please don't cry

I'll wash my bloody hands and we'll start a new life

"I have two bullets, House. Two." She pushed the barrel closer into the others head. "A one outta four chance that a bullet will be lodged into the big brain of yours." She pulled the trigger and the thing clicked. No bullet. But she reveled in the flinch that the shot enacted from didn't know why she was doing this really. She would have never even thought of it, to tell the truth. That is, if it hadn't been House. And who knows, maybe if he had instead been down, begging for his life, she would have stopped. She would have lowered the gun and walked away right then and there, telling him to never touch Wilson again. But oh, this was House she was talking about, and everyone knows that would never happen. House wasn't one to be intimidated. Wasn't one to be cornered or walked on. He didn't back down to others. If House wanted something he would go to any lengths necessary to get them. And House wanted Wilson, and she wasn't willing to give him up...not to House.

I don't know much at all

I don't know wrong from right

But it wasn't that she knew why or wanted to do it, that she was standing here, the only thing that she knew was that she loved Wilson and so be it that there was no one in this world that was going to take him from her. And if anyone even so much as tried she would make sure that that person never, never saw the light of day again, especially not him.

All I know is that

I love you tonight

And in the night, the shot rang out, loud and bellowing from the enclosed apartment building. And followed was the dull thud of a can as it hit the ground, before the crash of House's body.

(TONIGHT!)


Songfics aren't exactly my thing. Reviews are welcome.