For me, the show should have ended with the episode Out of the chute. As you can guess, this will not be a happy ending, though i do love happy endings.
I know it's very short. It used to be longer, but then I realised it was too much into 'drama', and that I would need an 'M' rating.
Anyway, I hope you'll like it.
ps: this is the english translation of my other fic called "La chute".
It was dark, the only light in the room coming from the party taking place downstairs, in the hotel's gardens. Sitting on his bed, eyes lost somewhere in the dark, House swallowed his last pills of Vicodin and threw the bottle away.
He stood up slowly. He walked towards the balcony, hardly standing without his cane, which he'd left close to the door. He wouldn't need it where he was going.
He climbed the balcony's guardrail. Downstairs, laugh, music, alcool flooding for all those happy people able to put their darkest thoughts aside for a moment. He hated them. Himself never could. All those years, Vicodin had softened the pain in his soul and body, without removing it completely. It had almost left when he was dating Cuddy, but now he had lost her forever. He was a mess. A mistake.
In the middle of the crowd, the worried face of Wilson turned towards him, and House couls see his mouth shape a terrified and silent 'no'. Everything became silent. No more music. Everyone was not facing the man perched on the sixth floor, holding their breath.
Wilson joined his hands before his half-opened mouth, praying to wake up from this horrible nightmare.
Finally, House let himself slip from the guardrail. He closed his eyes. In a split second, everything would be over. He would never have to cope again. It was a coward's decision, but it didn't matter, he would not have to justify it.
His last thought before colliding on the immaculate paving of the pool was for Wilson.
Everything vanished in a crash.