Better Days (1/1)
Title: Better Days
Characters/Pairings: House/Wilson friendship
Words: 188
Spoilers: Latest episode--the one after Que Sera, Sera. Many spoilers
Warning: Song-fic (is that legal? I have no idea--my first one)
Better Days
And you ask me what I want this year
And I try to make this kind and clear
Just a chance that maybe we’ll find better days
‘Cause I don’t need boxes wrapped in strings
And designer love and empty things
Just a chance that maybe we’ll find better days
So take these words and sing out loud
‘Cause everyone is forgiven now
‘Cause tonight’s the night the world begins again
Wilson leaned on the ATM machine, forearms crossed, and nearly wanted to cry. Shit, how could this happen to him? He was reputable, he was the head of his department, and he was lying to the police. And why was he lying to the police? Because his best friend was an asshole who didn’t care about anything but drugs.
I need someplace simple where we can live
And something only you can give
And that’s faith and trust and peace while we’re alive
And the one poor child who saved this world
And there’s ten million more who probably could
If we all just stopped and said a prayer for them
So take these words and sing out loud
‘Cause everyone is forgiven now
‘Cause tonight’s the night the world begins again
Now his bank accounts were frozen and he had nothing any more, not really. Maybe it would be better if he turned House in. For a few seconds, he was struck by this sudden, unexpected blast of hatred. Wasn’t like House cared.
I wish everyone was loved tonight
And somehow stop this endless fight
Just a chance that maybe we’ll find better days
And Wilson was about to do something-either cry, or break something, or scream-when House looked at him in that way House had, that way which said I really do care, but I won’t/can’t/am too afraid to tell you, the same look he’d seen in Atlantic City as House told him to leave because he didn’t want to push until it broke.
So take these words and sing out loud
‘Cause everyone is forgiven now
‘Cause tonight’s the night the world begins again
Wilson took a deep breath.
“You’re getting dinner,” he said abruptly, pushed up and headed for the door-because he knew House would follow.
‘Cause tonight’s the night the world begins again
Characters/Pairings: House/Wilson friendship
Words: 188
Spoilers: Latest episode--the one after Que Sera, Sera. Many spoilers
Warning: Song-fic (is that legal? I have no idea--my first one)
Better Days
And you ask me what I want this year
And I try to make this kind and clear
Just a chance that maybe we’ll find better days
‘Cause I don’t need boxes wrapped in strings
And designer love and empty things
Just a chance that maybe we’ll find better days
So take these words and sing out loud
‘Cause everyone is forgiven now
‘Cause tonight’s the night the world begins again
Wilson leaned on the ATM machine, forearms crossed, and nearly wanted to cry. Shit, how could this happen to him? He was reputable, he was the head of his department, and he was lying to the police. And why was he lying to the police? Because his best friend was an asshole who didn’t care about anything but drugs.
I need someplace simple where we can live
And something only you can give
And that’s faith and trust and peace while we’re alive
And the one poor child who saved this world
And there’s ten million more who probably could
If we all just stopped and said a prayer for them
So take these words and sing out loud
‘Cause everyone is forgiven now
‘Cause tonight’s the night the world begins again
Now his bank accounts were frozen and he had nothing any more, not really. Maybe it would be better if he turned House in. For a few seconds, he was struck by this sudden, unexpected blast of hatred. Wasn’t like House cared.
I wish everyone was loved tonight
And somehow stop this endless fight
Just a chance that maybe we’ll find better days
And Wilson was about to do something-either cry, or break something, or scream-when House looked at him in that way House had, that way which said I really do care, but I won’t/can’t/am too afraid to tell you, the same look he’d seen in Atlantic City as House told him to leave because he didn’t want to push until it broke.
So take these words and sing out loud
‘Cause everyone is forgiven now
‘Cause tonight’s the night the world begins again
Wilson took a deep breath.
“You’re getting dinner,” he said abruptly, pushed up and headed for the door-because he knew House would follow.
‘Cause tonight’s the night the world begins again