Disclaimer: I'm not good or rich enough to own House… :'(

Beneath the Stars

Chapter 2: He Wished

Dr. Lisa Cuddy tired, she was angry, and she hated House! It was 9:00 PM but House promised to do extra clinic hours today, Cuddy grabbed the phone on her desk and punched in House's cell phone number.

Cuddy tapped her foot with impatience as she listened to the phone ring in her ears. Finally House picked up.

"Hello?" Asked a hesitant voice.

"HOUSE! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU WALKED OUT ON CLINIC DUTIES TODAY! DO YOU WANT TO GET FIRED?! BECAUSE I'LL DO IT I SWEAR!"

"Umm…I'm not House."

"What?" Cuddy nearly shrieked, "Where is he? And who are you?"

"I'm, Alan Baker, and House is, uhh, currently outside the hospital."

"What? We'll he better be in one piece so I can tear him up!"

"Umm, you won't have to," Alan told her.

Cuddy sighed and walked over to her window, and dropped the phone. An ambulance was backing up into the front, carrying out a stretcher. Cuddy ran out of her office and paged Wilson, and watched in horror as House was pulled into the OR.

Wilson ran up to her, "What was you paged me fo—"

Wilson's face turned pale, "Oh my God."

A sixteen-year-old boy walked up to them, "Your, the one on the phone?"

"Yes, you're Alan Baker?" Cuddy replied, her eyes focused of the teenager in front of them.

"Ya, is this Dr. House's? I found it near his motorcycle," Alan held up House's pager.

"Near his…motorcycle? You were there?" Wilson asked.

Alan looked down, "Ya, I found him and called police, he went into cardiac arrest so I did CPR till the ambulance came."

"You sure know a bit," Wilson told him in astonishment.

"Well, I want to be a doctor when I finish college."

A nurse ran out of the OR and ran over to the three, "Dr. Cuddy! Dr. Cuddy! House is in a coma!"

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He didn't know how long it had been, reality and time seemed to have stopped all together. He couldn't feel anything or see anything, all there stood was a black wall of nothingness.

Sometimes he'd hear a voice or two, but when he tried to talk back the voice would disappear. Sometimes he couldn't breathe and he would try to claw his way to the surface, but he could never reach it.

After some time, he didn't know how long, a sliver of light beamed down near him. There was a voice, it soft and familiar.

"Everyone's really worried about you House, except Foreman and Chase, they're partying downstairs," He could almost see the smile she wore.

"There's a new case, it's tough, but we're working on it. But it isn't the same without you, I miss your sarcasm and your temper." He heard her laugh quietly, it was a sad laugh.

The light disappeared, and left him in darkness; alone. He waited, who knows how long, for her to return. So he could hear her voice, so she could guide him out. He wished to whatever God there was for her to return.

And she did.

The light returned, it was closer this time and brighter. He heard her voice.

"Oh, House, it's been so long. Please wake up for me. Greg, please wake up."

His heart thumped, he opened his mouth to say something, anything to reassure her. A moan escaped his silent lungs, it traveled through the light to meet her.

"House?" Came the voice.

He wanted to scream that he was there but this lungs wouldn't cooperate, he tried to walk toward her but he couldn't move. He wanted to scream.

"I know you're there, and I know you're listening. House, I love you."

His heart felt something it hadn't in a long time, and he was happy. And he wished with every fiber of his being to wake up and see her. To look into her eyes…

"Please wake up."

And the light left him again, leaving him alone. But alone with hope in his heart. And so he waited, because he knew she'd come again and bring light with her. Light that looked passed his cold exterior and into his heart.

The light came again.

"It's been a month, I'm fine, Cuddy is making me do clinic hours for you. I bet you're happy about that."

He felt happy under her gaze, he wished he could touch her, kiss her.

"I'm sorry House, but the patient died, she had a tumor." Her voice brimmed with sadness. And he wanted to help, but he couldn't.

He wanted to wipe the tears off her face that he knew was there. He could feel her hand in his.

His finger twitched.

"House?"

He wanted to squeeze her hand with reassurance, and comfort her. But he was too weak to do that.

So his finger twitched instead.

"Oh, House, I miss you so much. When you wake up, you'll act as you always do, you'll push me away."

He tried to yell, to scream that he wouldn't, that he would never do it again. But he didn't know if he would, he didn't want to lose his heart again.

He didn't want to lose her.

"I'll try to push back, but you'll turn me down till I'm weeping. And you'll still push me away. I love you House, I love you."

And the light vanished.

And it didn't come back for a long time. He felt as if there was an arrow in his chest, one that would leave a scar. So he wished for her, he wished for her every second of his life in the darkness.

And he sobbed; he sobbed for everything he'd done to her, everything he could have had with her, everything he lost.

He wished; he wished for her more strongly than before, more strongly than anything else.

And the light didn't come.

He prayed, he never prayed, but he did. He prayed for a new beginning, a new life, and for her. He prayed to spend every second of his life with her, to be by her side or her by his side.

And the light came.

But she didn't talk; she cried, she cried as he had for her. He wished she wouldn't cry, he wished to God she wouldn't cry.

But she did anyway.

He her hand in his again, it was wet with her tears. And then he felt her hand on his cheek, it was also wet; and he didn't want her to take it off.

He wanted her to kiss him, because he knew he would feel it. He wanted her to say she loved him again, and he wanted to say three words back.

"I love you, Greg."

And she kissed him.

Author's Notes: Wow, I even impressed myself with this one! I didn't even know I could even be remotely romantic! Reviews please! Thanks. ;)