#I was so pissed and sad when they were killed on gh

[joaquinbumblebee24]

Starry, Starry Night

Starry, Starry Night 

AN: First of all, I re-watched Daddy’s Boy. House clearly hated his father, It was clear in his eyes. I didn’t think John was a sadistic bastard every fanfiction writer portrays him to be. He was a military father, who came from a military family, who clearly didn’t know how to be a father to a kid like his son, a sensitive, bright child.

In this story, John was a strict disciplinarian father, who wants the best for his only son, (House was John’s biologically). House was the cleverly bright kid. House was gay, that was when the disagreement came from. When John found out, he brought his son to a conversion camp.

All I want to say is the road to hell is paved with good intentions. No more rambling, let's get on with the story.

Chapter 1

GH/JW

It was the middle of the evening, the piano was playing the beautiful, artistic piece of the Prelude to Bach’s Cello Suites in G Major. The music was whole despite missing a second hand. This was why the musician chose the piece.

House sat in the piano looking contented. He hadn’t played since Wilson’s prank, a prank which he had forgiven his best friend for. In all honesty, he was in love with Wilson, he knew now that James was truly in love with him.

A person clearing was throat alerted him, it was his boss and hag, Lisa Cuddy. “House, I brought Pizza, Wilson is still at the hospital.”

“Thanks, Cuddy.” He said. “Come sit on the couch.” He extricated himself, from the piano bench with a thicker cane, he used just after the infarction. He sat on his couch.

Cuddy followed him to the couch. they selected a movie., they settled on a coming of age film, Dead Poet Society. A film was in the main character who killed himself because he wanted to be an actor, not a doctor.

After the film ended, they were both silents.

They both came from families like Neil’s. Cuddy’s father was a doctor himself, who wanted one of her daughters to be a doctor too. They both had to deal with parental pressures. So when she asked him, “Did you ever try killing yourself?” He wasn’t surprised.

House looked at her, appraising her motivations. When he noted no pity or mockery on her face, he answered with a nod. I was seventeen years old, After camp, I was in this slump emotionally, like most kids did, when they came from that sort of scenario.” He gave a sad little laugh. “Took my father’s gun in the backyard…. Then I thought it was stupid, and stop at the last moment.” He was silent, watching the blue television screen.

Cuddy was looking at him, studying him. House looked good, not counting the casted right arm, he looked great. The field out a bit with Wilson’s cooking. At work, he was still House, but he was less annoying. She just hoped that Wilson won't cheat on him.

Cuddy wanted to speak to John and Blythe, but it wasn’t her place. She vowed to protect House from his parents instead.

“House, can I asked a question?” She asked House nodded. “I want to know about what your mother knows, about what your father did?”

“Uhh... I don’t… think. No. He didn’t tell her about sending me to conversion therapy.” He said, looking straight ahead. Then his phone rang, it was his office, “Chase… the patient is having trouble breathing, Okay, I’ll be there in 10.” He looked at his friend and sighed.

“I’ll drive you to the hospital,” Cuddy said. House was getting his coat from the coat rack. Cuddy got her key, they got out outside to her SUV. She started her car and left.

“Cuddy, tomorrow is my day off….” House’s voice trailed off. Cuddy smiled, she knew about his date with a certain oncologist.

They entered the hospital entrance. Cuddy was matching his fast limp to the lobby, where he went straight to his office, and she to hers to work on paperwork.

GH/JW

Wilson was working late tonight, there was the department head meeting that got out late. Plus a ton of paperwork that he needed to conquer before he took a long weekend off.

The door opened and he saw House enter. “House, I thought you went home already.”

House looked at him, “My patient is getting worse, come with me, I might need an oncologist.” Wilson knew that this was an excuse to be with him. He knew that cancer had been ruled out hours ago.

Wilson got up, headed outside to House’s office. “Okay, Minions,” Said House, as Wilson was sitting down. “Differential Diagnosis, for difficult breathing and, kidney problems, in an otherwise healthy fifteen-year-old?”

“Well, he wasn’t healthy, to begin with,” Foreman said from the coffee machine.

“That’s my point, Foreman,” House said and rolled his eyes.

“Lupus affects the lungs,” Cameron said.

“You’re an idiot, Cameron, It’s not lupus. The timeline is off.” House said scratching his brow. “Or Cameron is right, and we missed something.” Cameron looked at him. “I’ll talk to the kid.” House got up with Wilson on his heels following out into the kid's room.

“What is wrong with Jack?” Wilson asked, he knew the family, he treated the brother for Cancer, 12-year-old, Leukemia, six months ago. The brother went into remission.

“If I’m right, then Cameron may be on to something,” House said, while they walked to the kid’s room.

The mother and father were with the teenager holding his hand. Wilson walked toward them. “Missis Henderson?” Wilson said, placing his hand on the woman’s shoulder.

The woman answered. “Doctor Wilson?”

House who inpatient with Wilson’s gentleness, took over. “I need to talk to him, I need to do my job.” He said with irritation directed at his partner.

“House, Don’t scare the kid,” Wilson said leaving the room.

House looked at him. “Okay, okay, now get out, Get them out of here!” He hissed to Wilson sotto voce.

Wilson ushered the parents outside their son’s hospital room. “So how long have you been having trouble breathing?” House asked, sitting down.

The Child, Jack was tall, dark hair and hazel brown eyes. The boy looked at House. “Since Andrew was sick.”

“So maybe six months ago…” The kid nodded. This frustrated the hell out of House. He hated people who didn’t tell the doctors that they have an ailment until they have a serious symptom. He needed to say something though. “You’re an idiot, kid.” The child looked at him clearly hurt, and House back off. “You were protecting your family.”

House sat as the kid list his symptoms and when it occurred. and said. “Jack, you have, Good-pasture Syndrome.”

“Am I going to be alright?”

“Uh… Good pasture syndrome can not be cured, but it can be managed.” House said and stand up.

“Wait, Dr. House? Can you get my parents….” Jack said when House was opening the door.

“Dr. House? What’s wrong with Jack?” The parents said in unison.

Wilson looked at House willing him to be polite with the parents. “He has good-pastures syndrome,” House said without preamble.

“What is good pasture syndrome?”

“It is an autoimmune disease, which attacks the patient kidney and lung. In Jack's case, he would probably survive.” House said, looking uncomfortable. “With medications, this disease is manageable.”

“It can be cured?”

“Nope,” House said, he added. “Autoimmune disease isn’t curable, but it’s manageable, Sorry.” The last word was spoken with a bit of sarcasm.

The parents getting the hint that they were being dismissed, went to their son’s hospital room. “House?” Said Wilson, looking at him.

“Yes, dearest?” House said and Wilson rolled his eyes.

“You can’t be nice?” Those parents are through going to a hard time.“

House looked at Wilson, looking bewildered and a little hurt. “House?” He didn’t reply. Wilson remembered the past week and a half. “Sorry, I am out of line, I know that you’re just doing your job.” Wilson noticed too late that he had set off a flashback. He dragged House to a supply closet. “House?” No reply. “God, House… I am sorry.” House came out of his flashback moments later. “You with me, buddy?” House nodded.

“Let’s go home.” Wilson nodded. They went upstairs, House limped close to Wilson, not touching but close. As soon as they were inside the elevator. “I played nice,” House said in a small voice.

Wilson didn’t know what was going on with his best friend. “House, Sorry, okay.”

“I am not nice, but I’m trying.”

“Yes, You are, I’m just saying you should be more tactful.” The door opened, and they went to their respected office.

Wilson guiltily entered his office. Tomorrow was their date, he smiled at that thought. Deciding to close-shopped until the next week, he went to House’s office.

House was ordering his team to check on Jack. When he entered the glass door. “I am going home.” He told them while moving past Wilson with a glare. “My ride is here. He shouted to his stuff. While they were at the elevator, he said. “I am still pissed at you.” He said to Wilson point-blank.

Wilson was surprised to hear that words come off House’s mouth. “I am sorry.” He said and kissed him on the lips. “Can I asked you a question?” Wilson asked. House nodded. “Does your dad says that all the time, that you should play nice?” House nodded again.

End of Chapter 1

[itwasagreatkiss]

I can’t believe it’s almost been five years since these precious cinnamon rolls died...

But I believe they survived and they’re living with Starr in LA...

[peterwilliamrandall-blog]

RACE YOU TO THE END

(Page 2) 

RACE YOU TO THE END.

Zap fluid

Tattooied

Cape

Escapalar

Just come round

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Feliceline

Certitude

(Page 3)

I was not over there and I am home, to think of lying

Writing.

All is bare.

Here no change or clean for weeks, ashamed

Of my death drinking, no bush beating futilise meeting

To save life, when the lollipop Ludy is in more of a

Perils a swinger than the shore.

I stand up for the lost and the lonely.

Listen to not be lonely when

Lost, it can comfort, and it

Can provide love lost.

But not console in.

I feel sick. Everyone is thinking

Why does this bloke not just fuck off.

Like that treacle moose

Banger stranger

Hanging on tight

With the compose

Closed.

Doing it again

I must want to go.

I'm tired.

Piss-take

Masquerade.

In the night there's a star

Spaces few and far

And shining in the light.

Lean across the sky.

My demon.

The exile

Why be so superficial,

Ask how human unbecomes

Kings to see trees

Branch-leaf, clouds

All against togetherness

Why where I want now.

Uni-disconcern.

Fuck Fuck (sake) so easily ignored

If moodily read even this (excuse arrogant GH)

Elexus flunk grab town

And haunt demonic rumours

Above dusty old worlds

Listen to me all toward

A life that I can

(Page 4)

Afford.

A suck shock tight cock sick every night.

(Page 5) 

Mincy fincey partwork and Mrs Rante can I go in your ship or)

lit a roll ran out of fags, got some killer so timeless litters the sense

or says courage is asking what am I doing here. Cushion, plate, lighter, fuel,

crackles in Gaza lesser morgue the radio queen again submit to have to make

critical list of the unwell and rubbish straight in at once. Mungo, Mary, Midge

more to confused be and more sensitive to refuse to the purpose of a man is to

love his woman and the purpose ofr a woman is to love her man. Agreeable

countenance is illustrious disasters in decision.

This year of suspenders, a garter, used up protection to be this

repulsed by day and night must have taken some slavish design. You are

not a cause, it causes you and are have the wreckage zoomed across the waves

I miss it but am aware of the foul consequence.

In their faces, voices, a caution of a tale I tell young pretty as ever be

lipstick, heels, Mick oni and heroin. rqbble with the rabble. Jim'll fix it

and he did twenty one and gone to be a celebrity in deadland auntie certain

suspects Alexkiss cross end round and round and aint royalty by lay or andalooseya

When care abundance greed vantage stealer, other things that life'll

kill ya.

No bones about its drug addict is the admiral compass conflict the original

all day sunday echoes, why are we not here with them. Dont even start

me on Monday in the case of inconsequence you find that guilt in a delay

a negligée one say one two many looks too true you toot, chop chop!

secret agent codename I am on story's of buses gloves cutlass tunnels disbelief

what was more was a glimpse of January 2010 its laast week, the premise

delerious. Then I always find out they dont understand about. Yet there is one

that can and it three times shade the Monday's mood. From anywhere in

the world sky, sea, earth fast as real.

that inception had a just thing for memo wolfe death

is in when you can't get out and you can fight I don't know what

happens if you give up in that place. Give up to get there Fuck that I

cant make a report. So everyone fuck off, death guaranteed.

 (Page 6)

A suck shock tight cock sick every night.

How much.

I really wonder. For.

you and there's me.

Chicoola

Ngichlela ngo tando

Niacula Kelengi lungu

Nthando luyaboga

Jikele Kulombluba wethu

 Left at that now

shall I cash in on my memories

I decided to a long time ago. ago

that is why

I have lived in a style

arty nemo starts from how I

where I, what I, it and so,

and then all the more, unbrace, trance

Tracy, then after the dance has gone.

Accordian go gringo, hombre, Bruv, Geez,

Thingy, An all that, if you are

Cark from Kryptonyour name sir cant even

even. greese fifteen, cobra car, the

blind eveal to fits of secret nits must be

another sight.

Fate Bastard, orphan or vicious chance, lapse cruise.

 The use of alcohol and drugs

or the bond of lovebound for the coast

of the last moment if you can realise. When

that was

Grand and the deathspear is

someaside!

Tapdance to this struggle

lift from that desperate to the beauty

of course its ageless

I am in disgrace.

Still live with truth

No breaks in the sequence, I want

to accept my apologies

Nuck For you!

 (Page 8)

What a widow handgun, see it repeat giveback. To charity that blaze

is only for teen, age is a ripped up early photograph of

Charles Pierre, guess I guess, Decisions and Banished bloodshot

eyes in fights and then what smoking and ravy swallow that

cheap old gravy. Fight for what you don't know about, don't

happen no more. Its a knockout.

No lost come there- where is that if you are in,

sight do trades in, panic and solving convertthat art that ain't it.

Grease the rope stake therfor who needs rejection,

this life is straight up gone, where

no-one knows.

The howl, evil flowers athe edge

A phony pinch on charles that said ham.sick of then, that.Confusion is the wisdom

we generally offer children to study.

You fucking fucker horrid arseholes.someone can have a say.

I'm well into my friend changing them.

Try to show off with a galloping Gee-Whizz.A musical say, say,

is interest cool, warm or

boiling hot, I dare to say that I do not

give up, on friends, loves, legends

scupper the timbre, class is out, in

Broke and scuppered and bucketing.

Under and in.

In a cruise age

glue, blew

it hurt the one armed

Bandit. Toby Chang.

Must be listening to

Someone watching Resevoir Dogs

No disrespect,

but what a fucking lot of shoot

this piece of shit and cough

up some green

vocabulary.

 While I mean wayany rector

you cheap steal of a catapilla

what! slugs and slugs

The purpose of a man is to love his woman

And the purpose of a woman is to love her man

[IAM DYEING]

 (Page 9)

I have made the grievous mistake

of thought that blazoned paper

is my answer.

What - keep control, do not

Fuck yourself, even that you become

sure its my fault. Come be, what

is the sunrise, the moon fades,

The seas do not rise no

speck smashes this earth into

not being cool.

The odds on that.

If you did not understand

a speck of dust, A incalculable

as has the size never been thought.

At more millions of miles per second,

lets just say it was half. Tell me, I told you

They said I can't help it.

Just by chance

They went to the neighbourhood dance

to be all young and lady

lary is ugly, used, old.

Lary is funny to avoid

as long as you do.

Assault Pike, giraffe.

\Cohorts, dolce vita

Downtown screwed on a bench

piping, people passing

Blinding.

Cancell the too nervous assassin

Ten Silk Cut on the way back.

Although

Lucky Strike

might

do the trick.

 (Page 10)

A fight with death.

The first that I remember, I will describe as

Being paralysed .. in a dark room a floor down from where

I should be calling for help and [moirne] cowing for

A long time. I was scared angry and would have given

Anything that I did not have for someone to lift me

Out of there. More than a day in intense discomfort and

Despair – why could I not get out of there.

WORLD NEWS new years eve 2010 – The murder of a

Beautiful young girl early twenties. Strangled and dumped.

Against that nothing really abates my, and sure I,

Evidence of disbelieve, then more killing and rape

Around the world, floods, and sadness. But it’s

Alright they played games with balls without balls.

Oh how fucking sick am I. *

Cannot one take the hint –

Novice – The trajectory of this existence.

FUCKED.

Well and true. Could be any day now. We are

A race about to cross the line. Chequered flag

And past.

Why wait.

No excuses

Forgiveness

Un.

Calm as far too far and far too later

Than warned. Hamas up.

Black magic while if you can even

Rival a home of monstrous

Symbols. I’ll watch that

Filthy canal and waited. Gonna

Be cathartic. Cure abandoned by

It is my weight and Peter my

Mine how it justices. You

Did bring catastrophe. And I

Do not know fucking fuck cunting

Why. Eccentric Rakcer silence

Changes [burne]. You will be aware

Of the tidal magic. You careless

Chucked and kalashnikoved my world.

If I am mad kill me.

 Suicidal unhappiness desperate yes OK and misfortune then since ever cat as trophy

kerchief

  (Page 11)

I KONFRONTED THE ACCUSED WITH MY GAZE AGAINST ALL THE WORLD WILD MANIAC.

OLD GIT, UNFIT.

And very well

At illness

COUNTER

(drawing)

  (Page 12)

CRAP CHAPTER TALKING SHIT

 TO ALWE and of all the emotions more bold than have ever before

fought like fuck to hold on and for my life as close as the

dead of night when you wake up alone silence scary

how to feel as nearest and sick and ask your destruction

to take hold and answer bleak grim and cruelly shake

eyes on a ceiling nowhere to look. Cold no money

police addition regret cripple. Wait. A while hurt will

be fresh being prolific adulterer if hurt with

others in contortion.hurt with this time that one

Always a push toward the courage I want.

To show away is still here and was always

anyhow.

Nonsense is there. In every window street

sky person screen communication, words the whole

shebang.

If it were not for one other. And he

knows. I could be that I am not sure.

Unsure could come enough times to be so.

To be some authority or disappointment. My failures

are described as spectacular.. Thing is I like that kind of idiot.

Aspire to Olympianic hero. set

sail.Tell a beautiful story. music to

live to.

Or sit hunched, abusing poison corrupt and pollute every part of me and the time

I strangle - continue to demonstrate with

expertise being an arsehole.

The swagger staggering of the non-one-hit.

blunder.

"But he's really talented" - fuck off.

or we can shoot acid, crack heroin

have pills valium ecstasy any fucking thing there is,

drink a couple of bottles of cheap vodka

But, smoke some weed and chill.

A smashing day in, in your your flea infested

forget not to eat anything. Fortnight of

that and if the magic carpet carpet can't come.

This time will be that and that's that.

you fucking moron, moron me not any other moron.

Brief description as I am vain. Maloderous

skeletal schock of distress. Continual vomiting - flem

machine. That which I consider sane and joining in

daily or night time actions - discussions etc,

others, in fact everyone I have a contact with

considers repulsive anti-social and go as far

as to mention a kind of insanity that as

far as to be concerned could be the secret

agents of one or another afterlife.

Confirmed

when claims of previous acts so peculiar and

that I have no memory or hint of recognition

of their look name or outlandish tales. All

leads me to stick to my layout of events

Years are a confusion. And I can defend

my slight lapses of memory to age and

very hard and stressful work.

I can remember a couple of things, but live

in the moment, then the next one. Why care

making effort to memorise when you are getting on with it?

   (Page 13)

Lets get at it from the pink panter pantin pink

My krum[] Im dark I be like

Wight. [] Bachs harmonys if I

Am mistaken the nature of Nienval Here

Together ever aware surier is that puer

At you + AVE, T, Geronimo fact old

Compassion I met romance I got love on me looking

out how can [] to be lured is all. Without

call imagined I love and be loved I laugh I

[]

Is to have all fear disappear the worry

The shape of the world and to be that

Hard cumid like no not love to know who

Woman is because then I could really be

The wall spreed brokos would put thain

Shirt on it. No exchange can bargain

In every gang in misunderstanding of the word

Blame mistrust

And they assumed me that I

Am a multimillionaire but they were that

Empty armchair.

Still, but that’s all aside you could try

To convince me that I have a Saturday

Night fever and the man with a golden gun is a kaleidoscope of

Gens looking at me was violin

Music.

I must amount a charge

Cut my path the say shit

Fluid.

Lattrapid yet reputed, for

Skullduggery, not lit but well

Bugger me

The eraze the age of

Me.

Curiosity

Egyptian in a gunpowder

What’s to say

Then was ever

And no invention.

  (Page 14)

And I have to stay alive. The most simple,

Can even enjoy. For me this is a day to day I don’t

Want to. I’m not to write here about. I’m afraid

Sad .. to be called Frank or Ernie or just a drunk

Heroin crackhead. Delight hard open wicket there,

Balls remain. I gonna run. Or I ran. The rent

Run risk rough ripped rhode Londron, relic, rash

Rubbish.

I am glad to say I am as ill today as ever

Has before. Quite accomplished solutions intrude the

Bloodstream. Crooks and nanny aside I would not

Abide to fee fy falsify in certain terms, there is not

Motivation or need, my reputation a guarantee. Worth

Both make and believe.

And icy reflection patterns this room

In a late early new year blank laziness for

Uniform.

The where I have not the, exactly

Is what I cannot say. I would sleep fortune.

A life away .. Dishonesty weakly needless

Declare my passion the destiny. Then the glorious

And victory erased from language. Imprisonragbe

My sure staff wags crackling.

Discountry is dissinisterly

Endured it’s nare the creep creeping

Upon me, tired so tired. It begins to engage

Agree. Would be so easy. No more of that

Or of then and though and more so  no more

Of this.

Discomfort I adore, sickness I make certain

Sure.

Accidents the luxurious claim of

Innocents, fact follow the accidentee with a brief

Study of past actions, the ban of acts or act

In not too far future will I doubt fail to unveil

That word accident came by stumble spill ink of

Most likely a greed to gain advantage of

Someones misfortune. Insurance a very chance relies

On accidentalance.

To why limit snap grot and furniture

Of nonsense. To waste time to fulfil a space to

Be over so a despond errant in my way.

That I will so called exist

There afar Gulliver, Crusoe, Hyde and Oliver  I

Do not fear to relive my beautiful friends.

Catechism the word got rhythm, and you, make you and it

Rhymes with prison.

I can feel a mission coming into vision

Like dream for a religion I was living I was

Dying and soul I will revive the life

And try to describe as well as I can when

Fighting to survive to stay alive.

That’s later

I going to Gunter Grove – coming.

 (another page)

I ain´t gonna make it. A reprise

Knew I was seirxing act dizguise. It was

Already no realise. Come that time that

art my life. The chat I-chat in mind

is it cause I could not replicate

The lives of the money makers

fame equalcors - so I had

to make my own original sound

That made me as the song says

Bohemian trinketá.

A required taste.

Drugs and boozer - loser

Refuse.

A guide on how to fail

And fuck the ass out

of how to lose

Because its real

Will be thirty pence

and second hand

Then used to wipe

The Ass Baboon.

What if it went the other way

And no more reborn; acknowledged

As past and future G. Yeah

Boy that rack everest need

A machine the size of God.

All ThEM BLOOD Red Painted

Wolfcitys. MAYhem is PEACE

AND education becomes

what it needs to be

Emotion, respect, love

Learning Lyric´fuckin´ly

Are you gettin me

Not from no ghetto

And thats not how I speak

All school should be to

a Killer beat.

The gift of posture

very thgm, energy.