Nothing
Author: daisylily
Summary: This isn't the first time that House thinks he saw 'nothing'...
Pairing: House/Wilson
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: 97 Seconds
Disclaimer: I don't own House or Wilson.
Warning: I intended to write this as humorous, but it refused to co-operate.
Word count: approx 800
Notes: Written for karaokegal's Come As You're Not Halloween Party and crossposted to house_wilson and housefic. Many thanks to deelaundry for the beta.
Why it's a costume: It's almost entirely dialogue, plus it's serious.
Nothing
A bright, blindingly-white light...
A feeling of rushing towards something incredible...
The sensation of being surrounded by something indescribably beautiful...
Peace...
No pain...
GREGORY HOUSE, WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?
Who's that?
I AM GOD.
You are not.
I AM.
No you're not. You're a manifestation of the anoxia in my brain.
I AM GOD.
You are so not. And do you have to shout?
That is what you said the last time. You are nothing if not predictable, Gregory House.
I'm not feeling any euphoria, here. Aren't I supposed to feel euphoric? Wait, 'last time'? I wasn't here then. I just had some really crappy visions. At least this is different. And you're not God. There is no God.
I shall prove it to you. Behold.
How -? Nobody knows about that. Well, obviously I do, but nobody else.
I am omniscient. I know all things.
Or that, either.
Or that.
Or that. Okay, you've made your point. You know everything. Doesn't make you God. After all, you're in my head, and I already know all that stuff.
Using that logic, it will be difficult to prove my existence.
Yes, that's true, but if you're really God then you'll think of something.
Perhaps I should recite Pi to several billion places...
Boring! Plus it would take too long, haven't got all day here. I'm due to be resuscitated any second.
Time does not exist here, except as a purely artificial construct. You could stay here for a million years and still return, unchanged, at the exact point you left.
Hmmm...
Why do you insist on calling me by my full name, anyway? It's Greg, not Gregory. And come to think of it, why don't I mind?
This is not life, and that is who you are.
Oh, very deep. Why can't you do something really impressive?
I shall show you the Universe. BEHOLD.
WHOA! Now that's what I call a hallucination. Much better. Wow.
I sense that you are still not persuaded of my existence.
If I say I'm convinced that you're God, will you shut up and go away?
That is not how it works.
How much longer do I have to stay here? No, before you say anything, I mean how much longer will it seem as if I'm staying here? Hmm. This being dead business gets complicated.
You will go back at the right time.
I'm bored. Bored, bored, bored. Bored, bored, bored, bored, bor -
Only you could find talking to God boring, Gregory House. Shouldn't you be taking this opportunity to ask questions? Meaning of life, and all that?
You sound like Wilson. He's such a nag.
Wilson is your soul mate, you know.
Well, duh. I wouldn't be alive if it wasn't for Wilson - well, in a manner of speaking. I don't know where I'd be without him. Besides dead, I mean. And maybe a little crispy.
Perhaps you should tell him that.
Pfft. He already knows.
Does he?
Of course he does. Why else would he stick around?
Because he loves you.
I know. Duh. You're not very bright, considering you're supposed to be God.
Wilson loves you. As in, wishes to cleave unto you, spend his entire existence with you, and all that kind of thing.
Oh.
Really?
I know these things. I will show you his heart, his soul.
Huh. Maybe you are God, after all. Okay, point proven. I'm not going to worship you or anything, though.
You would not be you, if you did.
Can I go back to Wilson now? I need to speak to him.
Very well.
I'll have something amazing to tell him, too. He's going to be so jealous! "Wilson, I've seen the universe -"
You will not remember this.
Of course I will! There's nothing wrong with my memory.
You will not remember this. You cannot remember this.
Huh. Not fair.
Hey, what if I decide to try another little 'experiment'? Wouldn't it be better if I remembered?
Then I will doubtless see you again at that time. And no, it would not. You need to know that there is nothing after death. If you believe that there is Something More to explore, you will give up on life, even with Wilson by your side. You have many more years to live, Gregory House. You will go back.
Oh, joy. Back to the leg pain.
Oh, I think you will find some joy, if you will only listen to your heart.
What?
Nothing.
GO, NOW, GREGORY HOUSE.
LIVE. BE.
A bright, blindingly-white light...
A feeling of burning pain...
The sensation of being watched... no, of being watched over...
"You're an idiot; you nearly killed yourself."
Summary: This isn't the first time that House thinks he saw 'nothing'...
Pairing: House/Wilson
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: 97 Seconds
Disclaimer: I don't own House or Wilson.
Warning: I intended to write this as humorous, but it refused to co-operate.
Word count: approx 800
Notes: Written for karaokegal's Come As You're Not Halloween Party and crossposted to house_wilson and housefic. Many thanks to deelaundry for the beta.
Why it's a costume: It's almost entirely dialogue, plus it's serious.
Nothing
A bright, blindingly-white light...
A feeling of rushing towards something incredible...
The sensation of being surrounded by something indescribably beautiful...
Peace...
No pain...
GREGORY HOUSE, WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?
Who's that?
I AM GOD.
You are not.
I AM.
No you're not. You're a manifestation of the anoxia in my brain.
I AM GOD.
You are so not. And do you have to shout?
That is what you said the last time. You are nothing if not predictable, Gregory House.
I'm not feeling any euphoria, here. Aren't I supposed to feel euphoric? Wait, 'last time'? I wasn't here then. I just had some really crappy visions. At least this is different. And you're not God. There is no God.
I shall prove it to you. Behold.
How -? Nobody knows about that. Well, obviously I do, but nobody else.
I am omniscient. I know all things.
Or that, either.
Or that.
Or that. Okay, you've made your point. You know everything. Doesn't make you God. After all, you're in my head, and I already know all that stuff.
Using that logic, it will be difficult to prove my existence.
Yes, that's true, but if you're really God then you'll think of something.
Perhaps I should recite Pi to several billion places...
Boring! Plus it would take too long, haven't got all day here. I'm due to be resuscitated any second.
Time does not exist here, except as a purely artificial construct. You could stay here for a million years and still return, unchanged, at the exact point you left.
Hmmm...
Why do you insist on calling me by my full name, anyway? It's Greg, not Gregory. And come to think of it, why don't I mind?
This is not life, and that is who you are.
Oh, very deep. Why can't you do something really impressive?
I shall show you the Universe. BEHOLD.
WHOA! Now that's what I call a hallucination. Much better. Wow.
I sense that you are still not persuaded of my existence.
If I say I'm convinced that you're God, will you shut up and go away?
That is not how it works.
How much longer do I have to stay here? No, before you say anything, I mean how much longer will it seem as if I'm staying here? Hmm. This being dead business gets complicated.
You will go back at the right time.
I'm bored. Bored, bored, bored. Bored, bored, bored, bored, bor -
Only you could find talking to God boring, Gregory House. Shouldn't you be taking this opportunity to ask questions? Meaning of life, and all that?
You sound like Wilson. He's such a nag.
Wilson is your soul mate, you know.
Well, duh. I wouldn't be alive if it wasn't for Wilson - well, in a manner of speaking. I don't know where I'd be without him. Besides dead, I mean. And maybe a little crispy.
Perhaps you should tell him that.
Pfft. He already knows.
Does he?
Of course he does. Why else would he stick around?
Because he loves you.
I know. Duh. You're not very bright, considering you're supposed to be God.
Wilson loves you. As in, wishes to cleave unto you, spend his entire existence with you, and all that kind of thing.
Oh.
Really?
I know these things. I will show you his heart, his soul.
Huh. Maybe you are God, after all. Okay, point proven. I'm not going to worship you or anything, though.
You would not be you, if you did.
Can I go back to Wilson now? I need to speak to him.
Very well.
I'll have something amazing to tell him, too. He's going to be so jealous! "Wilson, I've seen the universe -"
You will not remember this.
Of course I will! There's nothing wrong with my memory.
You will not remember this. You cannot remember this.
Huh. Not fair.
Hey, what if I decide to try another little 'experiment'? Wouldn't it be better if I remembered?
Then I will doubtless see you again at that time. And no, it would not. You need to know that there is nothing after death. If you believe that there is Something More to explore, you will give up on life, even with Wilson by your side. You have many more years to live, Gregory House. You will go back.
Oh, joy. Back to the leg pain.
Oh, I think you will find some joy, if you will only listen to your heart.
What?
Nothing.
GO, NOW, GREGORY HOUSE.
LIVE. BE.
A bright, blindingly-white light...
A feeling of burning pain...
The sensation of being watched... no, of being watched over...
"You're an idiot; you nearly killed yourself."