The Space Between

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House characters or anything related.

Another Disclaimer: The title is the same as Dave Mathew's Band song (that I don't have the rights to, either). The fic has nothing to do with the song, I just liked the title.

A/N: Each chapter will be a character's POV. The first chapter is really just a prologue (it may seem a little confusing, but I tried my best to make sure everything is clear by the end). It takes place post "No Reason," but pre season three. Feel free to leave a review!

Rated T: Chapter one is more or less fluff, but chapter 2 in particular is really not for children (ch 2 contains sexual themes, as does ch 3)

One: Wilson's POV

When you're a kid, you look forward to those summer months the entire year. The first signs of warm weather are the first signs of the impending freedom from the jail that is the class room. And those days of summer that were longed for during the winter months always live up to their promise.

Somewhere along the line, though, I think it's during college, the anticipation for the lazy days of summers vanishes. The lazy days of summer are replaced by two short weeks, then internships, and before you know it, you're an adult and summer is nothing but the reason for having to apply an extra layer of deodorant in the morning.

This year is different, though. Summer made its return this year. And summer didn't return as the "lazy days," but instead as the vengeful, forgotten season. The days were filled with unnecessary hours of sunlight, and it pissed me off.

Everyday I sat and waited in that same chair, and as each day passed my hope slowly started to fade. I looked forward to the first sign of autumn leaves. I needed fall to come.

I scoffed at the irony of it all. He wanted to be put in a chemically induced coma. Well, that's impossible when the body goes into a coma on its own, isn't it?

The worst was calling Cuddy at 2:30 in the morning. I had no choice, but it was still awful. I guess that's the way this medical proxy thing goes.

When I called, I tried to stay calm but I was panicking, and Cuddy knew it.

I've been pretty calm and levelheaded throughout this whole ordeal. Nevertheless, on the inside, I am a total mess.

And to top it off, I have come to realize that somewhere along the line I became as cynical as House. I just hide it better than he did.

People often wonder why we are friends. I have actually been asked how "such a nice guy" can be friends with such a "curmudgeon." I usually just laugh and don't give a straight answer. The truth is that House says all the things I would never have the courage to say because I am a nice guy.

I've been pretending that everything is the same as it was before. I still go and eat lunch with House, although I'm the only one eating. The conversations are one sided. I know it seems pathetic, but it makes me feel better.

Cuddy has been opening up to me. I don't really know why. I guess she has no where else to turn. She's been waiting for me to go and cry on her shoulder. I have no intention of doing that, though.

I've found that Cameron, Chase, and Foreman seem the most affected. I never thought House's team would fall apart that quickly.

You'd have to be an idiot not to realize how Chase and Cameron have been "dealing with their grief," as Cuddy puts it.

I can't really tell if Foreman's just ignoring it or if he's really that oblivious.

It's funny, as a child, you can never imagine saying this-but I really, really need this damned summer to be over

TBC