A/N: Okay...I'm sorry! Another really short chapter - but the holidays are NEAR! I had to write it before I forgot...
Completely full after the wonderfully greasy and unhealthy pizza, Wilson leaned back into the couch, content. He looked at his friend who was relaxing, his eyes half-closed.
"Play me something." It had been so long (almost five years, in fact) since he had heard House play. House shrugged and limped slowly to the piano. Soft chords were teased out of the old instrument and Wilson sighed.
Maybe things were going to be all right after all.
"-not your signature? What do you take me for, James? An idiot?" yelled the voice. Wilson held the phone away from his ear, wincing slightly. There was a short pause and he tried again.
"Julie, please listen-"
"Why should I, James? You give me one, just one reason why I should listen to you!"
"Julie-"
"You saunter home at nearly midnight after going to the bar with that pathetic friend of yours-"
"Ju-"
"-God knows what on earth you see in him! I thought we were going to make it, and..." She had started crying now, and Wilson couldn't bare it any longer. He put the phone down and buried his head in his hands, wanting to...to what? Turn back time? Sure, he played God everyday, but time was something he could not control. Not that he hadn't tried.Wilson breathed in deeply and counted to ten before staggering out of his office, leaving his coat behind.
They found his car in the early hours of dawn, Wilson lying face down on the road a few metres away.
Tick tock
Tick tock
Tick tick...