Started daydreaming of a post-canon au where after Wilson dies, House finds Thirteen living a pretty miserable life and offers her a way out. she leaves behind a girlfriend she was never really attached to and a job and house she hated and they went off the grid. Cabin in the woods style; Wilson is buried adjacent to the house. When thirteen first stepped in the intense smell of death permeated the air. Wilson had passed just four days earlier, buried only 2. they grow plants and they cut eachothers hair. they still get radio and occasionally drive into the nearest town with world’s worst disguises and sit in coffee shops scrolling medical forums on the internet for a connection to who they both used to be. Thirteen always figured House’s offer of being there when it’s time to pull the plug was just a placidity that he didn’t mean. If you had told her House would continue living after Wilson died, she wouldn’t believe you either. But he was sitting in the living room playing his shitty little gameboy, and he was staying for her. and it made something in her chest crumble a little.
House had always planned on going the minute Wilson sighed his last breath. but as he sat adjacent to the lifeless body of his best friend, his lover, and a secret third thing, he couldn’t help but remember a life before where he had made promises he didn’t really intend to keep ever. but it was the only thing hanging onto his life by a thread. He’d had the gun to his temple but he couldn’t pull the trigger, and he knew somebody else would take care of Thirteen anyway, I mean she still had years to go, but he had promised her, and that promise now felt like his only lifeline. He didn’t want to die. He never really wanted to die, especially not like this. so he hopped in his car and took to the road.