A/N: Again, really short, as this is its own part.
Disclaimer: I don't own House M.D.
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The only sense he could remember experiencing was the sound of his own gasp and like the lights in his apartment, his world met darkness…
And in nothingness he remained… existence thriving in an eerie stillness…or maybe it was non-existence, he wasn't sure…His logical mind still retaining the cognitive ability to infer that his brain must've been shutting down. In all the times he had toyed with the boundaries of death; like a crayon whose strokes refuse to stay in the lines, only bouncing back to safety for fear of an undetermined outcome, he had never experienced this before. It was unfamiliar; uncertain; he had gone too far.
That was the end.
Caput.
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It was then, though an indistinguishable point in time as time itself didn't even seem to exist, that he saw something different. It was only after a series of thought processes that he was able to correctly sequence just what he was experiencing.
A speck, far off in wherever it was he now claimed space in…he reached for it with a non-existent hand he couldn't see but assumed was still there.
The speck was now larger; closer…until suddenly the prismatic speck furiously zoomed to him, seemingly swallowing him whole until he felt completely submerged in its radiant white light.
In this light flashed a series of smiles and laughs of hundreds of faces, overwhelming him in speed and sheer volume; most he recognized, some he didn't, though they all carried a certain familiarity.
The flashes came to an abrupt halt on a moving image of his mother; a memory…She was much, much, younger with her longer hair clipped in a neat ponytail…she was laughing…he distinctly remembered this because he was the reason. She had laughed that hard because of something HE did. He remembered she was upset after having a heated argument with his dad and he would've done anything just to have even made her smile.
The flashes continued and came to a rest on his father. On a day they argued and he ripped the ticket to his son's Medical School graduation…he must have pieced it back together because House instantly spotted the large man trying to hide in the back of the ceremony and when his name was called he looked back and recognized the faintest of smiles…unmistakable as it was something rarely ever seen.
The flashes stopped on active memories of Wilson, on Rachel, on Emmy…
The blindingly powerful light, a constant backdrop to every scene…
Bum-rushed with such great force and genuine adoration for all of them, he felt like his head would explode…at least, what he believed his head to be.
The final flash jilted at a full unapologetic stop on none other than Lisa…the most beautiful smile he's ever seen and heart-felt laugh that warmed is soul and was sure to resonate through humanity…this flicker was different though, as it didn't seem to be a memory and she was looking directly at him…there she stood embodied before him once again, not budging or trying to make a break for it, in complete solidarity; transcending an unconditional love he felt unworthy of receiving.
Suddenly he perceived his own body once again and as soon as he felt feet he rushed to her and collapsed on his knees, hugging her abdomen tightly, "I'm so sorry…so sorry…Emmy, Rachel…so sorry…" He said, burying his face into her.
"House," he heard her say…
He looked up, "House," but her lips weren't moving.
"Greg," She stressed.
She unclasped his arms so she could kneel to him, looking him in the eye…there was no resentment, hatred, or disappointment…she emanated only love and adoration…
"I love you, House." She said, and again, her lips hadn't even so much as parted.
Lisa held his face between her hands and ever-so-gently kissed the tip of his nose, playfully smiling…and now he finally did too…
She began to laugh, as did he as they sat together in an undistinguishable place that he couldn't care less about at the moment.
Lisa's laughs calmed, "Get up, House." She said, serious now as she continued looking into his eyes.
"How are you…doing that?" He joked, in deflection.
"Please, House…it's time to get up,"
He, not realizing exactly what she meant but knew that he didn't want to leave her side, "NO!- No-I'm staying!...Staying here with you," He tightly held her wrists…
"I love you." She repeated and held his forearms in her hands and brought them to their feet…
A blindingly massive light engulfed them both, until he could no longer see or feel her anymore…
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Pain.
"House…"
More pain,
"House, please…"
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A/N: Short, but I hope you enjoyed it. Reviews are love! Thanks for reading! Oh, and more to come : )