Disclaimer: Belongs to those far richer than I.
A/N: Not beta'd, written in a melancholy mood, not that good… But the song, It Ain't Me Babe written (and sung best) by Bob Dylan is House theme song. It's what plays in my head when he walks through.
A/N x 2: Fixed the damn formating!
Go 'way from my window,
Leave at your own chosen speed.
Cameron dropped her hand; House avoided the sad look in her eyes, but in doing so missed more than even he could have comprehended.
I'm not the one you want, babe,
I'm not the one you need.
He couldn't even look at the closed door, he turned without raising his head. House's slow shuffle to the piano bench was weighed down by years of loneliness, of bitterness, of endless days of pain.
You say you're lookin' for someone
Never weak but always strong,
He sat down, his movements lethargic, his hand strayed to his thigh… then to his pocket.
To protect you an' defend you
Whether you are right or wrong,
Five minutes, two pills, three thumbs of scotch…
Someone to open each and every door,
But it ain't me, babe,
Numbness would soon be his.
No, no, no, it ain't me, babe,
It ain't me you're lookin' for, babe.
Eventually, House would no longer care that he was weak; he would only care that he would no longer hurt.
Go lightly from the ledge, babe,
Go lightly on the ground.
Cameron arrived at her car, not quite conscious of the walk that got her there.
I'm not the one you want, babe,
I will only let you down.
Somehow, she hadn't expected it to end like this.
You say you're lookin' for someone
Who will promise never to part,
She took out her keys, slid them into the lock and watched her hand turn. Time slowed and flowed in strange waves around her.
Someone to close his eyes for you,
Someone to close his heart,
Cameron should have known things would end this way. A tear rolled down her pale cheek.
Someone who will die for you an' more,
But it ain't me, babe,
House only gave himself away to the things that harmed him. Vicodin, alcohol, it was all the same, he liked being damaged.
No, no, no, it ain't me, babe,
It ain't me you're lookin' for, babe.
Cameron was snapped out of her reverie by a noise behind her, the loudness of it drowning out the sounds of the sleepy neighborhood street.
Go melt back into the night, babe,
Everything inside is made of stone.
The alcohol and the pills didn't work quickly enough for him to miss the unmistakable sound.
There's nothing in here moving
An' anyway I'm not alone.
Gunshot.
You say you're looking for someone
Who'll pick you up each time you fall,
Quickly grabbed his cane, rushed out the door, dark shapes fleeing…
To gather flowers constantly
An' to come each time you call,
Cameron, slumped against the car, eyes open but vacant, tearstains down her face, hands limp… Blood.
A lover for your life an' nothing more,
But it ain't me, babe,
Ever the diagnostician, his first thought was that it was too late, she was already gone.
No, no, no, it ain't me, babe,
It ain't me you're lookin' for, babe.
Ever the cynic, his second thought was that it was just like God to give him what he wanted, but at the expense of another.