A/N: This story is basically just a group of lyrical one-shots about Dr. Remy "Thirteen" Hadley that are loosely strung together. Each "chapter" is based on a different song.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Reviews are greatly appreciated.

~Chapter 1: Alkaline Trio: Lost and Rendered~

Found out the hard way that you were lost
And rendered all alone in the dark forest of your thoughts
Forever following a trail of fear that seems to lead
To more dead ends and mysteries I'm losing hope of ever solving

You shuffle through your mundane routine of doing House's clinic hours and working on House's cases. Ever since he and Cuddy started dating all of his responsibilities have fallen on you and his other fellows. Which, quite frankly, pisses you off. Why should the two of them get to ditch their work loads and fuck each other's brains out on a nightly basis? Okay, let's be realistic, it's not the fact that you have a ton of extra work to do because everyone around you is getting laid, it's the fact that everyone around you is in a relationship. Sure it bugged you before, but you weren't the only one before; there was House. Like you, he didn't have a steady love life, he had to hire hookers to fuck him, of course you don't have to hire hookers, you pick up strangers at bars to have lust filled one night stands with.

Can anybody hear me, is anyone out there?
I've fallen and I'm broken down, I'm dying over here
If anybody's listening, I hope you hear my cries
My will to live is wearing thin, I'm running out of time

Speaking of lust filled one night stands, you haven't had one in awhile. Okay, you really just had one the other day but this week has been hell! You plan to hit up the bar after work; if you ever get out of here that is. You hate clinic duty. It's nothing but five-year olds with runny noses and over protective mothers; frat boys still drunk from the night before who want nothing more than to feel you up. Finishing with House's clinic duty, you head up to the diagnostic office to see if House has selected a new case yet. You hope that he hasn't so that you can get the hell out of here and maybe go get laid.

Sounding the alarms inside of me
Hoping like hell the sound cuts through the water and the broken trees and reaches you
Before the creatures of the night descend on me, no help in sight
Won't be long before we lose daylight

You step off the elevator just as Foreman is stepping on. Your shoulders brush against each other and he locks eyes with you before the doors close. Foreman. Foreman is single. He's been trying to get with you for a while now; dropping hints every now and then. You're not looking for a real relationship though; you're dying and you don't want to drag anyone down with you like how your mom tried to drag you and your father down. The thought of your mother cuts you deep and you mentally slap yourself for bringing her up. She'll linger in your head the rest of the day now. Her flailing limbs that are out of her control; her voice screaming at you and your friends for no reason. The memories haunt you. They show your future; what you have to look forward to as the disease slowly claims you like it claimed your mother.

Can anybody hear me, is anyone out there?
I've fallen and I'm broken down, I'm dying over here
If anybody's listening, I hope you hear my cries
My will to live is wearing thin, I'm running out of time

You step into the diagnostic conference room. Taub and Chase are packing up their things; House is nowhere to be seen. There is no new case, you are free to go. Moments ago this would have excited you but now it only makes your stomach drop. Now that your mother is swimming around in your head you were hoping for a case to distract yourself with. But there is no case; you will be forced to go home, to stare at the TV while images of your mother's demise taunt you. You look at your co-workers as they pass you by to go home to their wives. Taub is texting on his phone while a smile plays on his face. Clearly, he is getting laid tonight; if not by his wife then by whomever he is seeing on the side. Chase spins the gold band on his left ring finger; the fluorescent lighting bounces off of it striking your eye. It taunts you; mocking what you'll never have. The two bid you good night.

Take a deep breath, it could be the cure
It could be your last, can't know for sure
Is it the hate they tried to show?
Is it the love that you'll never know?
I guess we'll never know

You grab your bag and leave the locker room. Heading to the front entrance you pass all the couples holding hands, making out. You never seemed to notice them all before but for some reason they all seem to be taunting you tonight. Shoving their love in your face. Choking you with their happiness. You want to scream. You wish for them to be as miserable as you are. The cold winter wind smacks you in the face and burns your throat as you walk to your car. You plan on stopping at the first bar you see. You'll pick up the first person who hits on you, be they male or female; tonight you don't care. So long as they can make your mother and all the lovers disappear; if they are able to give you just one moment of bliss. You want to be someone else if only for a second.

Can anybody hear me, is anyone out there?
I've fallen and I'm broken down, I'm dying over here
If anybody's listening, I hope you hear my cries
My will to live is wearing thin, I'm running out of time