Arbeit Macht Frei

8th song, under a minute long. A rant about a soldier who 'fought the Nazis but don't like blacks or queers.'

Arbeit Macht Frei is German, meaning roughly 'Labour liberates' or 'Freedom through work.' It was inscribed above the gates of Dachau.

I know I said none of these drabbles were related, but I lied. A direct sequel to 'Last Post on the Bugle.'

After Auschwitz, they went to House's hotel room. Turned the lights out.

When Wilson, who'd remained dry-eyed throughout the trip, broke down, it was alright.

When House couldn't bear to listen anymore, that was okay. It wasn't stupid or gay to touch his friend, to hold him close all night.

It wasn't mentioned until the suspension arrived.

'You gotta treat him, House.'

'No.'

'You're risking your job.'

'So? He's a dickhead with an Arbeit Macht Frei tattoo. Not funny.'

'You treated the mafia guy. What's different with a Nazi wannabe?'

House lifted his head, meet Wilson's eyes. 'My friend. You.'