Moonless Night

by blackwidow73

His entire world fell apart before him, and now the only thing he had left were the events of the past night. Although, as human beings we tend to block out anything painful, and at times, when painful enough we create new, false memories to replace them.

1. Chapter 1

Chapter 1: My Story

Something was missing, that was the one thing that he was sure about as he opened his eyes to the sunlit filled room. The yellowish glow that covered everything, seemed brighter, happier that day for some reason.

The last few days had been filled with sleeplessness and arguing within himself. Ever since Kutner had killed himself, the doubt had begun to surface and even if he was in denial of the fact, it scared him. The moment that he had heard about Kutner's death, he had known that he had missed something that he should have seen, and from the moment that he had seen Amber, he knew he had lost him mind. Even if he was mentally fine, there would still be apart of him that would forever doubt himself.

He slowly sat up and looked around the room. A slight grin came across his face as he realized that Amber was no where to be seen. It had worked.

Making his way into the bathroom, he tried to think of what could have happened the night before. There must have been something different. There had to be a reason as to why he had felt the way that he did waking up. Could it have just simply been that he had actually been able to sleep? No, there was nothing to describe the calm fulfilling, almost…that one little word that he had never believed in using. Was he, happy? Either way, it was impossible for him to even think that just sleep could bring about this feeling.

Stepping into the bathroom he stopped and stared down to the sink. There it was, the reminder of everything that had happened the night before. Before him sat one little, lonely tube of lipstick. To many people, this would mean nothing, but to him, this was a reminder. He gently took the tube within his hand and carefully studied it as his grin slightly grew. That was when he looked up in the mirror and saw the lipstick smeared on his face.

Now he remembered everything. He remembered going to Cuddy for help, he remembered her helping him to detox, how she watched him so he wouldn't take another pill, how she held his hand…how she was there for him.

There his was, and here was his story. Standing in the mirror, staring back at him was the man who had overcome his guilt, the man who had gotten over his addiction and the man who now had the woman he had wanted for so long. This was Gregory House, and this was his story.

I know that you were probably expecting a sequel to Gabrielle, but don't worry, I'll have one soon. This was just something random that I thought about. Let me know what you think.