Title: Leave the Light On
Author: i luv ewansmile
Summary: Lisa Cuddy's world was tumbling into a dark abyss, all her hard work and nothing to show for it, she was still miserable, if only one doctor could have the cure for her bleeding heart. Huddy. A different spin starting from the kiss scene in "Joy" 5x06.
Disclaimer: I do not own House, nor do I make any profit.
Chapter 10
Leaving Cuddy to wash her face, and clean up, she still had to play the part of the Dean of Medicine, Wilson races down the stairs, searching for a face he knows he will not find in the crowd.
Asking the receptionist, he finds House has left his coat jacket and helmet, but that gives Wilson no warm feeling, but a cold chill, releasing that House is probably out on the road right now, with no helmet to protect his already concussed head, no jacket on his arms to protect him from the chill, alcohol dulling an already Vicoden dulled body, and hurt, tearing away at him, heart and soul. The thought makes Wilson want to vomit. Hands shaking, he tries to calm his nerves, hoping his body was overreacting, that House would come home, safe, when he was ready.
"All alone at the end of the of the evening
And the bright lights have faded to blue
I was thinking bout a woman who might have
Loved me and I never knew
You know Ive always been a dreamer
(spent my life running round)
And its so hard to change
(cant seem to settle down)
But the dreams Ive seen lately
Keep on turning out and burning out
And turning out the same
You can spend all your time making money
You can spend all your love making time
If it all fell to pieces tomorrow
Would you still be mine?
So put me on a highway
And show me a sign
And take it to the limit one more time..."
House's mind is numb from all the drugs coursing through his system. The glare from passing headlights are streaks in his vision as he pushes his motorcycle to its limit.
He was free. The wind blowing through is hair and on his face, drying the salty tears on his pale skin. The night hiding the misery on the man's face.
The rev of the engine was almost calming to his rapidly beating heart. He knew he should stop, that this was sick, it was dangerous, he could lose it all. But he didn't care. All his life he's been plagued, with the thoughs of not being good enough, not doing the right thing.
How insane was he to think, even had that spark of hope when he heard her high heels click to a stop at Wilson's door. He was hoping she'd come for him, she did, but he had never expected her to be so…wounded. God, how could he have hurt her so badly? He loved her. Why did it taking things getting so bad between them before he realized this?
He's ripped from his self-loathing by a spasm in his gut; apparently alcohol, Vicoden and concussion do not go well together. He glides the motorcycle off to the side of the road before he's tumbling off it, heaving onto the dark pavement. He's having trouble catching his breath through the violent hurls. His throat burns with the stomach acid mixed with all the alcohol he has managed to consume in the last couple of hours.
He straightens up, grimacing at the foul substance that was his vomit. House wipes his mouth off, huffing into his shirt sleeve while looking around for his fallen cane heard clatter. House limps his way to the middle of the road to retrieve his cane which he apparently kicked off its mount while he dismounted from his bike earlier.
The few steps had his world spinning around him, he's becoming more lightheaded. He mentally adds dehydration to his list of symptoms on his mental white board.
Moving too quickly, he tries to grope for his bike, thinking he's about to pass out, when all he sees is a blinding light and then nothing.... Nothing but pain.
"Oh I had a lot to say was thinking on my time away
I missed you and things weren't the same
'Cause everything inside it never comes out right
And when I see you cry it makes me wanna die.
I'm sorry I'm bad, I'm sorry you're blue
I'm sorry about all the things I said to you
And I know I can't take it back
I love how you kiss, I love all your sounds
And baby the way you make my world go 'round
And I just wanted to say I'm sorry
This time I think I'm to blame…
Every single day I think about how we came all this way
The sleepless nights and the tears you cried
It's never too late to make it right
Oh yeah sorry
I'm sorry baby.
I'm sorry baby, Yeah.
I'm sorry"
To be continued...
Author's Note: Ahah, sorry about the cliffhanger, I couldn't help myself!
Sorry it was so short, but I hope the double post on today, Friday, makes up for it! This chapter was the last I had completely written, so the next update might be in the next couple of days instead of being updated daily.
Thanks for reading!
Please review, it puts a smile on my face knowing that others are reading. =)
Lyrics by: The Eagles, "Take It To The Limit" and by Buckcherry, "Sorry".