Alright, so here's the deal with this story. It takes the songs from Three Days Grace's album One-X and describes the feelings and thoughts of various House Characters. This story doesn't have a specific chronological order, so I'll always tell you who each chapter features and approximately when it takes place at the beginning. First chapter is Cuddy, near the end of the second season.

Disclaimer: I'm not David Shore or Three Days Grace. If I were, I'd have a lot more friends. And money. So don't sue!


Your bottles' almost empty, you know this can't go on, because of you my mind is always racingThe needles' breaking your skin, the scar is sinking in, and now your trip begins but it's all over for, it's all over for you

Cuddy hated it. She hated House's excessive drinking, she hated that she had discovered that he was shooting up morphine, all for the excuse of pain. She wanted to stop it, to take away his drugs and his escapes. He was a danger to himself, and she wouldn't stand for it anymore.

For you, when you're on the edge and falling off it's all over for you. For you when you're on the edge and falling off it's all over

It felt like she was always watching him teeter on a precipice, waiting for the smallest little gust of wind to come and knock him off. She had watched him balance there, delicately, for years. Ever since the infarction, he had been there, toeing the line through his pain and misery.

I know what runs through your blood. You do this all in vain because of you my mind is always racingAnd it gets under my skin to see you giving it, and now your trip begins but it's all over for it's all over for you

The painkillers only left his system during the week the week of her bet with him. There was always some type of narcotic flowing in his bloodstream. Vicodin, morphine, LSD to cure that migraine, it was always something. He denied that he had any problem. She didn't see how he possibly could.

For you when you're on the edge and falling off it's all over for youFor you when you're on the edge andfalling off it's all over

He always said that the drugs let him do his job, that he needed them to do his job. Maybe they did let him solve the puzzles. There was no doubt that he loved to solve his cases, needed to solve his cases to stay happy.

No, not happy. But not entirely miserable, either.And now you're dead inside, still you wonder why, it's all overAnd now you're dead inside still youwonder why it's all over

How could he deny that the pills hadn't changed him, that years of Vicodin hadn't altered his personality? Sure, he had never liked people before, but now he hated them. As far as she could tell, he didn't care for anyone. Except maybe Wilson and his mom. But apart from the pair of them, she could see nothing but a lack of apathy for the world in his blue eyes. It was a shame.

And now you're dead inside, still you wonder why, when you're on the edge and falling off, it's all over for(You, for you)And now you're dead inside, still you wonder why, when you're on the edge and falling off, it's all over for (You, for you)And now you're dead inside, still you wonder whyIt's all over

She wanted him to leave the drugs, the alcohol, to actually live his life instead of focus his mind on his pain and misery. She didn't want to risk the chance that he would bring it all to an end. He was worth too much too her.