Authors Notes: This is my first attempt ever at a song fic. It is also my first time working with the House Wilson pairing….. so hopefully it'll go well. This fic is taking place right after the episode Whac-A-Mole. It uses the song It Ends Tonight by the All American Rejects. I'd like to give a special thanks to chameron4ever who so kindly beta-ed this for me since I am disgustingly bad at grammar. Oh… just a warning this fic is EXTREMELY angsty…..
Disclaimer: Why do we need these things anyway, there so annoying… Well I guess it's better to write a few extra sentences now then to owe David Shore a few hundred thousand dollars when he reads this, and sues me for forgetting a disclaimer…… so David Shore this goes out to you, House is all yours I don't own it
Enjoy : )
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Wilson sat on the hard wooden bench, his clothes soaked through from the rain that had started to fall. He was still waiting for the bus to come. House had just driven by on his motorcycle. House had just driven by and left him. Wilson was angry.
Your subtleties
They strangle me
I can't explain myself at all
Wilson had expected too much from House. He had expected him to be there when he had nothing else. Wilson had no wife, no job, no money, no car… and now he had no friend.
And all the wants
And all the needs
All I don't want to need at all.
House had just turned his back on Wilson, and the mess that he had gotten him into. He had just left him with nothing.
The walls start breathing
My minds unweaving
Wilson reached into the pocket of his coat and he felt his hand wrap around a round object… a bottle of Vicodin. He had prescribed it for House over a month ago without telling him. He'd been planning on giving it to House sometime when he really needed it. He hated seeing House popping pain-killers every five minutes, but Vicodin allowed House to do his job… even Wilson couldn't deny that.
But none of it didn't mattered anymore because it was obvious that House didn't need Wilson in his life… therefore Wilson shouldn't need House either.
Maybe it's best you leave me alone.
A weight is lifted
On this evening
I give the final blow.
Before Wilson realized what he was doing, he took the bottle of pills out of his pocket, twisted it open, tipped six pills out into his hand, and dry-swallowed them all one at a time.
When darkness turns to light,
It ends tonight,
It ends tonight.
It was almost an hour later when, still sitting on the bench, Wilson's head started to feel fuzzy and he started to feel dizzy.
He was burning up with rage as thoughts of House went through his head. Thoughts of House the traitor, House the backstabber, House the… Wilson's breathing, which had become rapid when he was thinking of House, now began to slow down as he reached into his pocket again for the bottle of pills.
A falling star
Least I fall alone.
I can't explain what you can't explain.
You're finding things that you didn't know
I look at you with such disdain
After Wilson had downed six more pills he felt suddenly nauseous. He shut his eyes and fell back lifelessly. He had nothing left, so what did it matter? He was stripped down to just himself. He had nothing and no one to live for. But maybe that was the way he wanted it.
The walls start breathing
My minds unweaving
Maybe it's best you leave me alone.
Wilson felt his hand trembling as he reached it to his pocket for the bottle of pills again. He dry-swallowed three more. As they slid down his throat he felt them take away the emotional pain of being alone, yet add physical pain to his entire body. Wilson didn't care.
A weight is lifted
On this evening
I give the final blow.
When darkness turns to light
It ends tonight,
It ends tonight.
Just a little insight won't make this right
It's too late to fight
It ends tonight,
It ends tonight.
Wilson's mind was fuzzier than ever, but he was still able to clearly make out parts of the conversation that he'd had in his office with House earlier. "…You were either going to help me through this or you weren't… I got my answer." Right now, those words were the only thing that seemed real to Wilson.
Now I'm on my own side
It's better than being on your side
It's my fault when you're blind
It's better that I see it through your eyes
All these thoughts locked inside
Now you're the first to know
Wilson felt himself gasp for a breath as his eyelids drifted shut and he became unconscious.
He awoke many hours later. The sky was pitch black except for a few stars shining overhead. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the bottle of pills and shook it around in his hand. There were three pills left. Only then had Wilson realized what he had done. But it didn't matter… it was too late. It was what he wanted to do.
When darkness turns to light
It ends tonight,
It ends tonight.
Just a little insight won't make this right
It's too late to fight
It ends tonight,
Wilson slowly unscrewed the cap and popped one of the remaining pills into his mouth.
It ends when darkness turns to light
It ends tonight,
It ends tonight.
Wilson tipped over the bottle and let the last two pills fall into his hand. He let go of the bottle and let it fall to the ground. He took one of the pills out of his hand and, gasping for breath again, he swallowed it.
Just a little insight won't make this right
It's too late to fight
It ends tonight,
It ends tonight.
Wilson weakly took the last pill from his hand, placed it into his mouth, and swallowed it.
Tonight,
When darkness turns to light,
It ends tonight.
With that, Wilson closed his eyes for the final time.
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Authors Notes: Sad ending I know….. if you're crying right now that's okay because when I wrote this I was too.
….. And I might just start crying now if you don't review……
Pretty please review?!