If Whiteboards Could Talk
BY: Bloody Koalas
Co-Authored by the other Bloody Koala (Yes, there are
two of us!)
Disclaimer: No. As much as you thought I owned House,
I don't. I was disappointed, too.
A/N: This was something I thought of while
daydreaming in Math class. Try to be easy on me as it's
my first fic. This is only the beginning, please R&R
and if you like it I'll continue.
Prologue: An Empty Room
The room is empty, vacant of all life. It is mercilessly dark, and papers are scattered carelessly across the table. Case files lay open waiting to be read. Mugs of coffee sit forgotten, once hot and steaming, now cold and bitter.
I'm the forgotten member of House's team: The ever-present diagnostic whiteboard. Do you know the saying, 'If walls could talk'? Well, they don't But I do, and if you listen hard enough, you can hear what I have to say.
Everyday the room is teeming with life, light, and excitement, but not today. Today the room is empty. I've seen everything that ever happened in this room, the fights, the sex (go Cameron and Chase!) the acts of violence, and the brilliance of a doctor named House, but never has a room been so void and quiet. This room, this day, all started like a normal day working with House. It's hard to imagine how it could've ended so badly...