Title: A Legend No More
Author: Tu
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: see first chapter
Author's Notes: After reviewing (and being beaten up side the head) I have written an ALTIRNITIVE death for House.
I knew that I would die, one day. I just didn't think it would be today. Hmm, karma can really bite you in the ass sometimes. I have, had, thought of my own death. I imagined going out in a blaze of glory on my motorcycle. Or dying in a mysterious gas leak. Set by an angry ex-employee, with my luck. But this was not only unexpected but just WRONG!
I knew that my bad habits would catch up with me at some point. But I figured that I had given them up in enough time to heal some of the damage they had caused. I knew that my liver was more or less shot from taking so much Vicodine. I had been forced to stop drinking. I had given up smoking after Steve came to live with me. And after the first Steve had died I never took it back up. I had even been forced to eat a healthy diet.
Not that I would complain. No Never, not me. I had after much suffering and trials, found true happiness. It's always in the last place you look. The one person who could truly make me happy had been in my life all along. I just was to blind to notice. Stubborn stupid distracted, whatever. I had taken the biggest risk of my life one night and had been given my hearts desire. Who would have ever guessed that I, Greg House would one day be married with children. Lisa had taken a chance on me. And helped me realize what I had been missing. I knew about the rumors that Wilson and I were a couple, but come on. If I had batted for the other team, Wilson would have been one of the last people I would have chosen.
It's true that when you die your life flashes before your eyes. I saw all of the people I cared about in those few moments before my heart stopped. Lisa, Jimmy, the kids, and the 'ducklings'. Chase, Cameron, and Foreman had all gone on to do great things. Sure others had come before them and others had followed, but none had wormed their way into my heart like those three. In some ways it was like I had changed them, if only a little.
I watched from outside myself as the doctor worked to bring me back. I sighed as they tried and failed. On the other side of the glass I could see Lisa and Jimmy holding on to each other as they realized the inevitable. One of the doctors came out to tell them that my heart had just stop in mid-beat and that they had been unable to restart it. He told them he was sorry for their loss and moved on. I laughed at the irony of it all. The Great Greg House struck down in the middle of a review board meeting by a heart attack of all things. I sighed and began to walk toward the famous 'light'.
I wonder what people will say at my funeral. Oh, look it's Coma Guy and the soaps are on.