One for the Team
Chapter 1-intro
By Tammy Kushnir aka the vigilante15
Disclaimer: I do not own House. wipes tears
Contains spoilers and speculation throughout story including House's Head and beyond Italics are the characters' thoughts.
Surreal.
House opened his eyes. Pulsating lights and embedded glass caused the throbbing in his head to resonate above the memories trying to resurface.
Amber.
One word…one name….why didn't I see it earlier? House gazed into the light. The light at the end of the tunnel….
He stretched out his hand in one last ditch effort to save the woman he had tried so desparately to remember to solve the puzzle. Solve the puzzle for whom? Himself? Wilson? The greater mystery was still at large…
Through unbearable agony, House continued to seek the truth. Amber…. Keep repeating
it before the concussion sets in…
His leg is on fire. Hands are scraping against shattered glass….grazing along shattered lives…He is almost there, but he can feel the truth becoming more elusive. God, no, please stay with me…so cold…alone
He reaches the end of the make shift tunnel. The light doesn't seem so warm and inviting anymore. Chaos ensues outside. People …the walking dead…are waiting for help. There is no one to help us…things will never be the same…. House stares blankly at the
paramedic before him shining lights in his unreflective eyes. Keep looking maybe you will find something….
House keeps hearing the phrase "are you hurt" but he can't seem to answer. Maybe he is maybe he isn't. Perhaps it is not in the way the paramedic means. There are so many ways to hurt.
House, lost in the words and names trying to make peace with his memories, barely feels the other man gently wipe the blood off of his hands. House looks to the dry blood that cakes his flesh. and a different sort of fear takes over. It's not mine….but it is someone's… someone of value…He trembles slightly. All life is valuable.
He can no longer comprehend what just happened. His head continues to throb and thinking causes nothing but pain. He needed to distract himself until he heals. Distractions….
He heads toward the one place of familiarity, safety even. He no longer hears the wailing of the ambulance as he edges toward relief. He doesn't get far. Something stops him. Images? Flashes of the truth. For the first time since he crawled out of the bus he feels lighter…freer….relief can come in many ways….
House continues to the edge of the darkness. He feels life trying to crawl into his lungs. It is beautiful and blissful but not completely satisfying. Images of lips and women race through his mind. Sensations ..pressure…pound through his body. Do I want this? Please keep your life…I want nothing of it anymore….
House gazed up to the sky as the light started to filter into his eyes clearer than before. It seems I do not have a choice. Too much to tell….
Come on yours stubborn bastard
Wilson's pounding broke through. Beautiful blue eyes fluttered open and the smallest of whimpers escaped his lips. His eyes…the pain he feels is enormous….I can see into his soul….the weak seeing into the strong….
"Amber."
Cuddy feels her heart fall. He keeps saying Amber's name over and over. I know it has meaning but all Wilson can see is lust. Where is there lust? I see fear…such horrible fear in his eyes…
House breaths the cruel air through his battered and abused lungs, each time begging for it to be his last. He feels his head being cradled with warm soft hands…familiar hands….strong hands holding the weak..
House can see Wilson's eyes, denial, a bit of fear perhaps? Wondering …always wondering…questioning him and his motives….faith is gone…I have no right to ask it anymore….
House breathed gently as the words "drug induced fantasy "crossed Wilson's lips . He says it with disgust at an attempt to be lighthearted. A light heart…a beating heart…still beating…. I wish it were true….God, Wilson…I hope it is true….
"She was with me." Why?
Wilson's eyes questions his integrity. I question my own.
"She's dying." There is nothing else to say.
Love to know what you think! Please review. I so hope that House did not have an affair with Amber, but I guess we will see. This chapter was basically a recap of what I think House might have been thinking during House's Head. Next chapter will focus on Amber, Wilson, House and of course Huddy and House look into his past and future !! References might be made to Fumble Unto Me (a past story I wrote) but not necessary to read before this one. Hope you liked! Reviews please…pretty please? Need reviews to write more...