Author: Epic spoilers for tonight's episode of House, as well as a little AU. So turn back now unless you want to be utterly spoiled!! I warn you! This is not my best work, but I love it no matter what! For all of those on Everybody Lies, I love you guys! Italics words belong to Limp Bizkit.

Build A Bridge
Dedicated to Kutner [and to Josie]

Build a bridge made of pain
Send my longing down the drain
I have no reasons to complain
If there's a way.

She missed him.

Her fingers trailed along picture frame that was nestled safely in her hands. She had went back to his apartment after the funeral and stole the picture away without a word.

She needed something of his… something of him.

It would have to do.

He was smiling at the camera, his eyes showing how happy he was. There was a college diploma in his hand. He was young and happy, but mostly… he was alive.

Remy held onto the picture tighter, feeling her heart shatter in her chest all over again.

Memories flashed through her head, fast, but painful. She could see him smiling at work. The way his forehead wrinkled in concentration. How much he wanted to help everyone. His fears… the things he loved.

Then she remembered stepping into his apartment, smiling. Unknowing. She remembered his blood covering the floor, his clothes… her clothes… everything…

Opening her eyes, staring at his smiling face obstructed by her tears, she could remember carrying his coffin. Remy had felt privileged doing so, but now all she could feel was pain and sorrow.

He could've talked to her… she thought she had made that clear. Her heart clenched and she closed her eyes again, picturing the smiles that he had occasionally directed her way. They were clear, but edged with sorrow.

She would remember him… because a small part of her had loved Kutner.

Remy would never admit it to anyone but herself, but she did love him… she had loved him. If only she'd had more time, she would've been able to do something about it… but she couldn't.

It was her biggest regret.

She wanted to scream and cry and just end her own life… but he wouldn't approve. He would probably look at her with those beautiful eyes, a frown in place as he lectured her about her life being important. If not to herself, then at least to him.

The needle was resting, unused, on the table right beside her. She would've used it, had there been no other way.

There was a way.

Remy put his picture down, and stood up. She grabbed her coat, slipping on her shoes. It was seven in the morning, and she headed to work.

Wait, wait for me.
Wait, please wait for me…