Fic- Fifty-nine
Title: Fifty-nine
Rating: PG
Pairing: House/Wilson
Summary: Told you there was nothing.
Warning: Major spoilers for “97 Seconds,” and I mean MAJOR SPOILERS.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to NBC Universal, David Shore, Katie Jacobs, Bad Hat Harry Productions and FOX.
A/N: Didn't have a beta for this, so all mistakes are on me xD
A blinding ray of blue light threw itself at him. He could smell the faint scent of burnt flesh.
Then there was darkness.
It was different from last time, that last time when he found himself floating among a field, staring at the fence of his farmer patient with his new prosthetic leg and a new dog; then finding himself sitting along with the cheering crowd for that high school volleyball player. Different from the hallucinations that told him he had no reason in his life- as if that didn’t already scare him enough.
This time, there was nothing. Nothing but unfathomable darkness, the silence around him was, for once, terrifying. He opened his mouth and yelled.
Nothing.
He swore he had put enough strain to his throat to emit a sound. He did it again. His “hey!!” didn’t come back to him, nor did it even seem to leave his mouth. He began to grope nervously at the black space surrounding him.
Wait. Wait a minute. I haven’t……I- let me out.
He felt a cold, slimy substance inch up his leg. When he looked down, half of his thighs were gone.
WAIT. STOP.
His body felt paralyzed. He couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, couldn’t see as the darkness nibbles on him. His scream was inaudible in his head.
LET ME OUT. PLEASE.
The darkness was replaced by a dim light in front of him and the electronic sound of a pulse beating. Warmness came back to his body and his left hand hurt like hell.
“You’re an idiot!!” Wilson’s loud voice was comforting, even with the anger coming from them.
He asked about his patient instead. He needed to see him. He needed to…….
“He died almost an hour ago.”
Shit.
“Did you see something?”
“Nothing.” Half of that was true.
He redirected the topic again.
“Just looking at you hurts.” Wilson finally said.
House realized why he needed to escape the darkness, why he felt so damn afraid of it eat at him.
“I love you.”
Wilson didn’t look at him, but he nodded in relief.
Rating: PG
Pairing: House/Wilson
Summary: Told you there was nothing.
Warning: Major spoilers for “97 Seconds,” and I mean MAJOR SPOILERS.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to NBC Universal, David Shore, Katie Jacobs, Bad Hat Harry Productions and FOX.
A/N: Didn't have a beta for this, so all mistakes are on me xD
A blinding ray of blue light threw itself at him. He could smell the faint scent of burnt flesh.
Then there was darkness.
It was different from last time, that last time when he found himself floating among a field, staring at the fence of his farmer patient with his new prosthetic leg and a new dog; then finding himself sitting along with the cheering crowd for that high school volleyball player. Different from the hallucinations that told him he had no reason in his life- as if that didn’t already scare him enough.
This time, there was nothing. Nothing but unfathomable darkness, the silence around him was, for once, terrifying. He opened his mouth and yelled.
Nothing.
He swore he had put enough strain to his throat to emit a sound. He did it again. His “hey!!” didn’t come back to him, nor did it even seem to leave his mouth. He began to grope nervously at the black space surrounding him.
Wait. Wait a minute. I haven’t……I- let me out.
He felt a cold, slimy substance inch up his leg. When he looked down, half of his thighs were gone.
WAIT. STOP.
His body felt paralyzed. He couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, couldn’t see as the darkness nibbles on him. His scream was inaudible in his head.
LET ME OUT. PLEASE.
The darkness was replaced by a dim light in front of him and the electronic sound of a pulse beating. Warmness came back to his body and his left hand hurt like hell.
“You’re an idiot!!” Wilson’s loud voice was comforting, even with the anger coming from them.
He asked about his patient instead. He needed to see him. He needed to…….
“He died almost an hour ago.”
Shit.
“Did you see something?”
“Nothing.” Half of that was true.
He redirected the topic again.
“Just looking at you hurts.” Wilson finally said.
House realized why he needed to escape the darkness, why he felt so damn afraid of it eat at him.
“I love you.”
Wilson didn’t look at him, but he nodded in relief.