This is going to be a collection of all the little drabbles and ficlets I write for House MD that don't quite fit anywhere else. For most of these, I wrote them initially on Livejournal, but I decided to shift them over here as well, because this was the place I started out writing.

I will try to keep these in chronological order of when I wrote them, so at times, it may not be in chronological order in accordance to the show. But, hopefully that will be alright. I will continue to add chapters as I keep writing. Enjoy, and please give me any concrit as you see fit! Thanks!


Rating: PG (for some language)
Episode: 3x08 Whack-A-Mole
Summary: Emotions blur as the bonds finally break.
Pairing(s): House/Wilson
Song: The Fray - How To Save A Life


Step one you say we need to talk
He walks you say sit down it's just a talk

He won't look you in the eye, and somehow that scares you more than anything. You've fucked up this time. And bad.

He smiles politely back at you
You stare politely right on through

Civility. Such a fake premise between the two of you. A facade that is waiting to break at any moment. You never were good with pleasantries...

Some sort of window to your right
As he goes left and you stay right
Between the lines of fear and blame
And you begin to wonder why you came

He's seething and all you can do is stare blankly. He's furious, unlike you have ever seen him before. And yet...he's still lying. To himself. And to you.

He's wasting your time.

Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life

It hurts more than you will ever admit, and you absent-mindedly clutch at your arm. Maybe there are still things even you can't fix...

Let him know that you know best
Cause after all you do know best
Try to slip past his defence
Without granting innocence

You sit up a little straighter, rattling off every flaw in his logic. Every chink in his armor. Hoping, praying that he will understand your intent. You're clawing at the last remains of a tattered dream.

Lay down a list of what is wrong
The things you've told him all along
Pray to God he hears you
And pray to God he hears you

Your resolve begins to reach a fevered pitch as you struggle to maintain composure. None of this is your fault. He was the blind one. Has always been far too blind.

As he begins to raise his voice
You lower yours and grant him one last choice

He remains defiant even as you hope to lift him back up out of his misery. But he will not let go. And neither will you.

Drive until you lose the road
Or break with the ones you've followed

You can barely keep your eyes focused on the traffic ahead as the faint memory of his eyes burning into yours lingers.

He will do one of two things
He will admit to everything
Or he'll say he's just not the same

He's afraid. Unaware of his own emotions in the grand scheme. Too selfish to see your pain. Because neither of you are the same. You haven't been for a long time. The changes fly through you, and you begin to regret every moment you invested in him. Because it always comes crashing down.

And you'll begin to wonder why you came