A/N: Random and short.
Written for my own prompt, "Crashing."
No slash intended. Please read and review.
Surprise
Wilson.
He screamed in the last three seconds before impact, suddenly gripping the leather-bound shoulders with a desperation that was like his farewell assurance of love. He leaned forward, squeezed the bike with his legs, holding onto everything that carried him as he watched the end approaching too quickly. He didn't know if he shut his eyes or not. All he knew was that he wished he'd had more time to work on the other man's soul. He didn't want to go anywhere alone. Whether it was heaven or hell didn't make a difference.
House.
He choked the handlebars in the last two seconds, seeing the pick-up truck making a sharp turn out of nowhere and knowing that it was impossible to stop now. He felt Wilson's fingers curling into him, Wilson's elbows pushing into his ribs, Wilson's heart speeding to keep up with the bike. God damn it. He had promised to be careful.
Wrecked emergency room.
Their bodies lay flung apart, farther away from each other than they ever should have been. House was lying on his stomach, his bad leg twisted in an unnatural position, his face hidden in his helmet. His bike's skeleton lay just as crushed underneath the truck, its bright orange and red making up for the lack of human blood. Wilson lay on his back, unmoving, beautifully spread-eagled. The second car was only a little dented...
They should've retrieved the cane. They should've put the two bodies together, in the same ambulance. They didn't.