Pairing: House/Wilson friendship
Spoilers: Yup, pretty much entirely based on spoilers, for season 8 and beyond.
Author’s Notes: Cynical, depressing Drabble, my apologies.
Word Count: 100
Disclaimer: Character death
Hugh Laurie’s comment about House being on the side of the angels got me thinking.
‘Oh Heaven, Heaven is a place, a place where nothing, nothing ever happens.’
– Talking Heads
No smell. No taste. No Jazz. Rock and Roll? Please. No tight-panted Hellions or cocaine smiles. He’s only just arrived and the very concept a soap opera dissolved into a baby blue fog about an eternity ago.
It’s nice here.
Like magnolia-colored paint on the walls of a hospice. But there’s no Jimi Hendrix and there’s no scotch. No bitter, sugarless dessert. No deep burn for it to push up against, either; nothing but the sound of a glee beam.
“Wilson, I’m bored.” He says.
“But it’s nice here.”
Then there’s no more bored. It’s gone forever; for ever, ever.