A/N: You know how authors often draw from their own experiences? Well, the freaky thing is, the question that House asks himself in the first couple of paragraphs was the one question I asked myself back in third grade. I was walking down to the office, and I saw this little poster someone had put up of the Twin Towers, saying "We Will Never Forget", or something like that. And I said, "I wonder if we will remember this day in five years."
Well, six years later, we have. And I still remember asking myself that question.
I haven't forgotten.
Everything was a freakish blur as House walked out of Wilson's office. Everything seemed so surreal... this kind of thing was the sort of thing that happened in movies... in horror stories. Now, he and everyone else around him was watching history-- real, true history-- unfolding right before their eyes, and House didn't know what to do. Hundreds of questions zoomed through his head... one of the most prominent, foreboding ones was pricking at his subconcious.
What was today? Oh, he could barely remember... everything was so confusing. Today was... the elventh. September 11th.
September 11th, 2001. In two years, five years, twenty years... would people still remember this day? Would people say, "Yes, I rememer September 11th." Or would it gain some new name? "Yes, I remember the WTC attacks"...Would it be like Pearl Harbor, where people would say, "Yes, I remember the Twin Towers."
As House pushed open the door to his office, he snuck a look at his watch. It was 9:55. He looked over at the ducklings. Chase and Cameron were still stuck in the same position, but Foreman had decided to get himself some coffee, but the steaming cup was still completely full, and Foreman looked like he would like nothing more than to not drink it.
"Any news?" asked House.
"Nothing new..." said Foreman in a raspy voice.
House looked over at the TV screen, where the two smoking buildings were still standing. Suddenly, House peered closer.
"Wait a minute..." he said, leaning in closer. "Turn it up..."
"What are you talking about, House?" whispered Cameron, still crying.
"It's falling! It's falling!" shouted House, his hands on his head.
"No!" shrieked Cameron, one hand over her heart, one hand over her face as the south tower collapsed. It looked like a huge sheet of smoke was wiping the tower out of existence. Eyes wide with horror, House sat in silence while Cameron broke into hysterical sobs in Chase's arms, who had also succumbed to tears.
They would later find out that another plane had hit the Pentagon in D.C. only 20 minues before.
About a half-hour later, the last tower fell...
But none of them said anything for a long, long time.
None of them had to.
A/N: I thought it was a nice place to end it. More chapters to come. Tell me if you want them... via review, of course!!!