This is a songfic that popped into my head as I listened to Hallelujah (Rufus Wainright's version). I had once thought about doing a suicide fic, and this seemed like an original way for him to commit suicide.
This takes place after Airborne. Major Chase Angst, character death. Rated T for safety. House doesn't belong to me. The show would probably suck if it did.
I heard there was a secret chord That David played and it pleased the Lord But you don't really care for music, do you? It goes like this, the fourth, the fifth, the minor fall, the major lift, the baffled king composing Hallelujah
You watched numbly as she walked away. "And now it's over," she had said.
She had never cared. She had taken your heart, crushed it into dust, and had just thrown it in your face.
Your faith was strong but you needed proof, you saw her bathing on the roof, her beauty in the moonlight overthrew you She tied you to a kitchen chair, she broke your throne, she cut your hair, and from your lips she drew the Hallelujah
Numbness. That was all that was left of you. You walked. No destination in mind. Passing into a dark area of the town. You had never been good enough for her; you had not even been good enough for House. Your father was the only reason you had gotten the job.
Maybe I have been here before, I know this room; I have walked this floor, I used to live alone before I knew you I've seen your flag on the marble arch, love is not a victory march, it's a cold and its a broken Hallelujah
You think about entering the bar to your left. No, not even liquor could wash away this wrenching pain. You hear a movement. Two men approach you.
There was a time you let me know what's really going on below, but now you never show it to me, do you?Remember when I moved in you; the holy dark was moving too, and every breath we drew was Hallelujah
Falling. You feel their punches, kicks, stabs not as pain but as a release. Your final breath leaves you broken and lifeless, bloody on the asphalt.
Maybe there's a God above, and all I ever learned from love was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you And its not a cry you can hear at night, its not somebody who's seen the light, its a cold and its a broken Hallelujah
She was there at your funeral. She was not upset. No sorrow, not missing you, not even guilt that she had broken your heart.
Even House seemed more upset.
Hallelujah,Hallelujah
Hallelujah,Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Please R&R!