I'm Too Tired To Fight Chapter 1: Tonight Your Memory, a house, m.d. fanfic

A/N: I Own Nothing. Not the shows, characters, or the actors involved. This is for fun. ENJOY!

Tonight Your Memory...

It had been a week now. The longest week of his existence. A week since he lost everything. House's finger tips hit the keys like glass to skin. Pain fills his heart and mind, numbing his body like Cocaine in his veins. Tears streamed down his face, his eyes are clasped shut. The taste of sea salt stings his chapped lips. He played the same tune over and over, the tips of his finger began to tingle. He's still wearing the clothes he wore the day, is best friend was buried. He ignored the feeling and continued to play.

"I can usually drink you right off of my mind But I miss you tonight I can normally push you right out of my heart But I'm too tired to fight
Yeah the whole thing begins And I let you sink into my veins And I feel the pain like it's new Everything that we were, Everything that you said, Everything that I did and that I couldn't do Plays through tonight

Tonight your memory burns like a fire With every one it grows higher and higher And I can't get over it, I just can't put out this love I just sit in these flames and pray that you'll come back Close my eyes tightly, hold on and hope that I'm dreaming Come wake me up

Turn the TV up loud just to drown out your voice, but I can't forget Now I'm all out of ideas and baby I'm down to my last cigarette Yeah, you're probably asleep deep inside of your dreams while I'm sitting here crying and trying to see Yeah, wherever you are baby now I am sure you moved on and aren't thinking twice about me And you tonight

Tonight your memory burns like a fire With every one it grows higher and higher I can't get over it, I just can't put out this love I just sit in these flames and pray that you'll come back Close my eyes tightly, hold on and hope that I'm dreaming

I know that you're movin' on I know I should give you up But I keep hopin' that you'll trip and fall back in love Time's not healin' anything Baby, this pain is worse than it ever was I know that you can't hear me, but baby I need you to save me tonight

The memory of the day Wilson was buried flowed through House's mind, like a disease.
House had to hide behind trees, waiting in the rain for everyone to leave. After a couple of hours of waiting, House limped his way through the soggy grass to the new tombstone. House fell to his knees, tears mixing with rain. Reading his headstone, "James Evan Wilson. Brother, Son, Friend and Healer. 1964-2012" House thought it was slightly funny that out of Wilson was married four times and, Husband, wasn't written on it. House's raspy voice filled the empty cemetery.

"I miss you. I hate that I miss you." He sucked back tears. "I hate that I never told you more than once that I loved you. You were my best friend. The one fucking person I could count on through anything, you were always there, even when I didn't want you to be. In the end I failed you. I- We should have caught your illness before.." His head hung low, the feeling of shame covered his body. "Dammit Wilson you're suppose to be here with me. Why'd you have to leave. I knew it, I deserve to be alone. All I'm worth is misery. All I do is drive people away. Stacy left me, Cuddy, Dominica, a- and Cameron's gone. Now.. Now you." He wiped away a tear. "John was right. I'm worthless, I'm nothing, and I don't deserve happiness." A voice from behind him, made his blood run cold.

"You don't honestly believe that do you?"

House turned around. "Am I suppose to believe you? You're dead."

Wilson's smiling figure looked down at House. Dressed in white pants, and a white long-sleeve shirt, it began to soak through from God's tears pouring down. After a moment of staring, Wilson sat down next to his crying friend, with his leg's crossed.

"That I am."

"Am I dead?" House asked with hope.

Wilson shook his head. "No, not yet. House I know that you loved me. John wasn't right, and he did love you, despite what you believe."

House slowly shook his head. "You don't know that."

"I do. He told me."

House's mouth parted. "What is there group therapy up there?"

"I thought you didn't believe in heaven?" Wilson have a side smirk.

"I don't, you're clearly a hallucination, but if there was I doubt he'd be up there"

"House, if I'm really here. Well my spirit is, your always laying over my body."

House shifted, a laugh came from Wilson.

"So you want me to actually believe that your really here, telling me that everything will be okay."

"Yes." Wilson nodded. "House, you are never alone." Wilson placed a hand over House's.

House's ice cold fist warmed immediately from the tender touch, tears poured down his face. "I'm sorry I couldn't save you." House whispered, with closed eyes.

"It's not your fault House, things just happen. Don't blame yourself." Wilson looked forward, a light appeared through two trees. "I have to go, my ride's here."

House's eyes shot open. "No, no, please, don't! Stay Wilson.. please."

"I'll always be with you House. I promise, it's not your last chance, you won't be alone." Wilson stood up and began walking towards the family of tall evergreen's.

"Who? Who would want to be with me?"

Wilson's brown eyes smiled warmly at his friend. "And take away your puzzle, not a chance."

House leaped up, pain rained through his leg. "Wilson..." He cried out.

Wilson turned around.

"I love you." "I love you too House. Take care of yourself, for me." With that, Wilson walked into the forest.

A loud knock on House's door, woke him from his memory. His head rested on his arm, which was laying on the black 'n white keys of the black grand in his living room. A couple more knocks.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm coming." House opened the door.

A woman stood before House. "Hey House."

House's lips parted, in shock. "Cameron?"

To Be Continued...

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