House,

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.

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Wilson,

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.

House

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

"inside"

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!

:)