It's only been a couple of days since I dropped you off at the hospital, and it's already…weird. I'm actually finishing my charts without interruption. I don't have to worry about my chair collapsing beneath me or having to explain to a patient why that unpleasant doctor interrupted our conversation. It's so much quieter.

I think…I think I hate it.

I'm writing things I would probably never say, mostly because I know you'd find some way to ignore me or evade what I'm telling you. Still, here goes…

I miss you, House. More than I ever thought I would.

But I know this is the best thing for you. I wish you didn't have to be there, but I hope that when all is said and done, I'll have you back.

Back, but clean, sober, and healthy. I may not have always gone about it the right way, but that's all I've ever wanted for you. I hope you know that.

I'll be here, House…waiting on the other side.

I'll keep your things safe for you. Except your credit card. That I'm going to max out on a bar tab and cheap hookers.

Get better.

Wilson, your favorite J.E.W.



Your letter was the only good thing I've been able to hold onto in this place. I've fallen through the rabbit hole, Jimmy, and I can't see the bottom.

I wish they would let me make phone calls, it would be nice to hear a friendly voice. Still, at least I know you're…there. On the outside. It keeps me…well, I guess I can't say sane, but at least hanging on.

She's still here, Wilson. Even as I sit here writing this, she's on the other side of my room, watching me. They're trying to figure out what the hell is wrong with me…I have a feeling they'll be working overtime on that one.

The first week was…well let's just say if I've been wrong about the big picture and there is a hell, I'll be able to walk in as a resident advisor.

I still have bad days. And really bad days.

I have to get out of here, Jimmy, and there seems to be only one way to do it. Find a way back.

Keep writing to me…maybe…at some point…you'll catch me on a not so bad day.

Tell Cuddy…don't tell Cuddy anything.

I have to go.


A/N: So I knew that after that amazing finale there would be plenty of fanfictions about know...


And I was right. But I wanted to do something a little bit different. So this is going to be a series of letters between the two, some shorter, some longer. Depending on the response, of course, I may quit early.

TTYL, all!