I had to write a fanfiction about how I'd like Season 8 to begin. The directors ruined Huddy, so I'll have to make something up to fix it.

I don't own House M.D. (Isn't that obvious?)

A/N: Is referring to song lyrics allowed? Please tell to me in your reviews. If not, I'll edit it someway.


"You wanna know how I feel? I'm hurt."

"I know. I'm sorry"

"It's not your fault."

She couldn't believe what had happened. He told her it's not her fault. This made it seem more like she would be the root of all evil in the world and the cause of all his problems. This 'he' is Dr. Gregory House, her former employee and her ex-boyfriend, a drug addict doctor who had always avoided all of his problems, and now once that he actually was able to let out his anger and disappointment, her house had a huge hole in it. She, Lisa Cuddy, would never forgive him, and if she ever saw him again, she would sue him to court for mental pain and damages to property.

But still, after all this, there was a part which was worried about him, and maybe even... but she didn't want to think about it.

At an unknown location:

He had just done the dumbest thing he could ever do. He had ruined his relationship with his boss who was his ex-girlfriend, and also probably with his best friend James Wilson. He had hurt them both both physically and mentally and could never forgive himself for what he did. He had done a lot of stupid and horrible things before, but this was over everything. He should've been able to control himself, but all the amount of anger and sadness... he just couldn't control it.

Dr. Gregory House was a mess. He had once again taken an overdose of Vicodin. The hookers he ordered had just left and he was left alone once again. He opened up the radio to listen to what was on.

Hello, and good morning this is Jimmy Blotski. The morning starts with a search warrant for the famous medical doctor, Dr...

He switched channel.

And now What I've Done from Linkin Park.

What he had done? The most genious doctor in the whole world and the only option he thought he had was driving through his girlfriend's, or actually ex-girlfriend's, house.

There could've been a lot of blood in his last farewell with his friends, but gladly there wasn't. He didn't have any excuse for what he did.

He has never regretted anything more than this. But for him, there was no 'mercy to come and wash away'.

He has faced himself, maybe for the first time for years. He has made a big decision. Maybe it was time to end it all.

He shutdown the radio exited the motel room he was sleeping in. It was about 65 feet high. There was a beautiful view to a beach. This was a perfect choice for his last sight. He rose standing on the fence which kept people from falling. He felt wind blowing on his cheeks. Maybe Wilson would come save him once again and he wouldn't have to commit suicide. "Gregory House! Come down from there. And don't jump, use the stairs." Not quite what he expected - it was the cops. "I would, but I can't." "Why not?" "Because then you would arrest me and then hand my faith to my ex-boss's hands, and she would make my life more hell than it already is." "Come down and we'll talk." "Ok then, I'll come down." He jumped. "No!" A crash sound was heard as House hit the ground. "This is unit 23, we need an ambulance at Retro Motel near the beach."

At PPTH:

House was rushed to the ER. "We have a patient who jumped from 65 feet to commit suicide. He has a possible broken neck, a brain injury, and confirmed broken both legs." The paramedic said. Foreman was the first doctor to rush to House. "House?" As Wilson heard the name 'House' as he was walking in the hallway, he rushed straight to where he was. "House? What happened to him?" "He tried to commit suicide from a 65 feet motel." Foreman said. "Umm... did he really drive through Cuddy's house?" "Yeah, he did." "Put him on a ventilator just in case and take him to the MRI." Foreman ordered. Cuddy was walking in the hallway as he saw House being rushed towards the MRI. "I can't believe my eyes... what happened?" "He tried to commit suicide." Wilson said. "What?" "It is hard for me to believe too. He has a possible cervical fracture and brain injury, and confirmed both broken legs." "Commit suicide..." Cuddy said in a guilty and a sad tone. "Maybe he really regretted what he did for once." Foreman said. "Or then it was his way of once again avoiding all the pain." Cuddy said in a bit of a rise in his tone. "He can never change. After the MRI has been done and it has been noted that it's safe for him to be transferred to a different hospital, do it." She said and left. Wilson ran after him. "Are you really sure about this?" "He drove through my house! He drove through my fucking house!" "I know, I know, calm down. I know it's hard to forgive him for this and you might never be able to, but could you even try? He hurt me too, but I have already forgived him. Please Cuddy." Wilson stared at Cuddy. "Fine. He can stay here until he has healed, but keep him out of my eyes." "You won't regret this." Wilson said in a happy tone. "Oh, and by the way, his ex-own diagnostics team can treat him. I don't want my other doctors' time to be wasted on him."


I lost motivation on Cardiac Broken after I saw S7 finale, blame the directors of the show. I just had to write this. Please be patient, I might continue it when I have time and motivation. Oh, and R&R and give constructive criticism so I can make these fanfics better :D.