Disclaimed.

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Stacy tossed back the rest of her drink and was halfway out the door when House began his next song. She didn't stop, didn't look back. She knew it was over. There was no hope for the pair, it was time she accepted that, no matter how much it hurt her. The song he played was slow and mournful. It bled and healed, and bled again.

"People say she's only in my head
Gonna take time but I'll forget
Say I need to get on with my life
What they don't realize

It's when you're dialing six numbers just to hang up the phone
Driving 'cross town just to see if she's home
Waking a friend in the dead of the night
Just to hear him say it's gonna be alright
When you're finding things to do not fall asleep
Cause you know she will be there in your dreams
That's when she's
More than a memory"

Cuddy looked forlornly at the stage, only hoping to be a woman he would sing about. Hoping he could have so much passion in him for her that it would spill out of his fingertips onto empty pages and the keys of a piano. She wanted to be the inspiration that led him to create beauty out of nothing, as though he plucked it out of thin air and molded it into magic.

"Took a match to everything she ever wrote
Watched every word go up in smoke
Tore all her pictures off the wall
That aint helping me at all"

Chase listened to the song very carefully. He had never thought House and him could ever find anything in common. Slyly looking out of the corner of his eye at Cameron he realised how wrong he had been to think that. And how wrong he had been to let her go. Maybe he should tell her he loved her, instead of just saying 'like.' It was as though House had stuck his hand into Chase's heart and soul and pulled out all the feeling and put it into words set to music. It was heart wrenching and soul lifting and depressingly perfect.

'"Cause when you're talking out loud but nobody's there
You look like hell and you just don't care
you're drinking more than you ever drank
sinking down lower than you ever sank
When you find yourself falling down upon your knees
Praying to God, begging him "please"
That's when she's
More than a memory

She's more...she's more"

Foreman was still in awe that the man he knew as Gregory House, misanthropic bastard extraordinaire, had this hidden vault of humanity buried under years of sarcasm and all together jerk-like behavior. It was beautiful.

"Cause when you're dialing her number just to hang up the phone
Driving 'cross town just to see if she's home
Waking a friend in the dead of the night
Just to hear him say it's gonna be alright
When you're finding things to do not fall asleep
Cause you know she will be there in your dreams
That's when she's
More than a memory"

Wilson's mind walked back to years long past. Of waking up to the shrill ring of an incessant telephone and a distraught House on the other line, asking him to come over to watch some television and talk. And of course Wilson would oblige, stopping to pick up some beer on the way without being asked like a good enabler should. No one ever knew about those late night conversations and revelations but the two men that took part. It was as if an oath spoken long ago in the woods near Welton Academy still kept its vice like grip upon the men's mouths when they would think about spilling the other's secrets to someone who shouldn't know. That was the way they liked it. Like a secret club, strangers stay out.

"People say she's only in my head
Gonna take time but I'll forget"

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"More Than a Memory" sung by Garth Brooks (but Lee Brice wrote it and sings it better)