Summary: House finds the Death Note. He uses it for the benefit of the population, but who really knows what justice is? Future HW slash. No knowledge of the Death Note manga necessary, all will be explained.
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The human whose name is written in this note shall die.
Cool, thought House. He turned the notepad over in his hands; A4 size, with a plain black cover, it looked perfectly normal, except for the words Death Note written on the front in a scrawled font.
He'd picked it up the previous night, seen it lying by the side of the road as he made his way home from work following their latest case. And, having been intrigued, he'd picked it up and taken it home. If nothing else, he could use it to freak out clinic patients when he was bored.
He opened it. Inside the front cover was a How to use it section. How useful. Huh.
This note will not take effect unless the writer has the person's face in their mind when writing his/her name. Therefore, people sharing the same name will not be affected.
That made sense. One person called John Smith provoked him and there could be some serious problems.
If the cause of death is written within 40 seconds of writing the person's name, it will happen.
If the cause of death is not specified, the person will simply die of a heart attack.
Now, that was interesting. Whoever had made this thing had really thought things through. He could choose if he so wished, or just trigger something that couldn't be traced back to him.
After writing the causes of death, details of the death should be written in the next 6 minutes and 40 seconds.
What was their thing with 40 seconds? And details, huh? Good thing he had such an active imagination.
There was more, but he left it for the time being. Instead, he frowned. It was impossible, of course, for the thing to work, but still. Just in case, he didn't want to name anyone he knew. That would just be tempting fate.
Suddenly he was struck by an idea. He glanced at the clock, telling himself that 6 minutes was a long time, and began to write. Even as he wrote the name, the face sprung uninvited into his mind. And as he wrote the next section, he tingled inside despite himself. If this worked, it would challenge his view of the world like nothing else. But it was alright, because he, and he alone, was in complete control.
He finished writing, let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding. Held out a hand to find out he was shaking. Reaching across to the coffee table, he grabbed the remote and switched the TV on. If it worked, he would fucking know about it. The whole world would know about it, but only he would know why.
The seconds ticked by, House's eyes still fixed on the news report. He had to allow some time, he knew, for the travelling he'd dictated.
An hour passed, though, and still nothing. It could take that long, he supposed, depending on the distance. But he was tired, and his bed was calling him. Unable to deny the disappointment that swept through him as such an exciting prospect was cruelly denied, he got up and made his way into his bedroom. It was probably a good thing, he thought. Power over life and death twisted the sanest of people, and… well, he wasn't one of them.
OoOoOHe was awoken, rather rudely he thought, by the ringing of the phone. He growled; didn't people know he was tired? A glance at the clock told him it was 4.30 in the morning, though.
Bad news. It had to be. With a definite sense of dread, he answered.
"Yeah?"
"House!"
"Wilson?"
"Oh my God, you haven't heard?"
"Heard what? I was sleeping!"
"You haven't- House. They found him!"
"Found- Wilson, will you try for once to make some fucking sense?"
"Osama Bin Laden, House! He came running into a military base, screaming something about the blood of millions and threw himself under a jeep!"
House was glad he hadn't been told in person. The victorious grin on his face would have been somewhat difficult to explain.
This was going to be awesome.
OoOoOOkay. I personally love this, so chances are I'm going to continue no matter how little interest is shown.
And remember, I can't change what I don't know is wrong. If there's something you don't like, something you'd object to should it happen in the future, I would like to know.