The Heart's World

Pairings: Huddy; Wilson/Cameron; Chameron

Rating: 13+ for some swearing and suggestive scenes

Disclaimer: Don't own House or anything related to them.

AN: Okay, first House story here. I changed a lot of things about their pasts. And well, they all seem slightly OOC (in my opinion). Please read and review. I appreciate constructive criticism. Here we go!

Part One

Chapter One

The silver car made it's way along the narrow drive and the two people in the car smiled as they pulled to a stop. It's polished silver coat reflected the mid-day sun into the mirrors of other cars. The windows of the convertible were down, and the light breeze occasionally tossed the hair of the drive across her face. Besides her car, the people on the street turned to watch as the slightly larger Honda Civic stopped behind them. A few feet from the car, a group of college aged boys whistled at them, but both girls ignored them as a silver Ford Focus pulled up besides them, the passenger side window rolled down.

"No fair," the guy stuck his head out the window, meeting the eyes of the driver of the smaller Mazda Miata, "your car is so much faster than ours." Looking up, then the driver of the Miata smiled, her dark brown eyes meeting his lighter blue ones.

"Then get a different car Greg." Lisa Cuddy turned to face the road and pulled away from the intersection as the light changed, leaving the two men in the Focus slightly stunned.

"What is with you lately?" Allison Cameron turned to face one of her best friends, her face matching Greg's expression. She quirked her eyebrows slightly, "You've been like this for the past few weeks … every time you're around Greg. You tense up and what not. What happened between you two?"

Lisa Cuddy ignored her friend's question and clenched her hands on the steering wheel, she turned onto a side street, throwing Allison against the passenger door slightly and sped along it.

"Lisa, you have to talk to Greg. It's impossible for us to get anything done in class because you refuse to talk to him. Our physics team is falling apart because you ignore Greg as soon as he comes into the room." Allison tried not to sound too pushy, but she knew if this kept up through the whole year, then their physics class was going to fail because of them.

"I don't have to talk to Greg, or to anyone in that class. I do the work, I pay attention, I pass. End of story." Lisa snapped, turning onto a second street and then into a gas station. She reached behind her, ignoring the Ford Focus which had pulled up behind her, and pulled her wallet from her purse. "Want anything?"

"I'll have a bottle of soda." The passenger side door of the Ford Focus slammed, and Gregory House turned to face Lisa, his eyes narrowed against the sun. Stepping from the driver's side door, James Wilson, a tanner, slightly shorter version of Greg, with light dirty blond hair, turned to face his friend.

"Leave Lisa alone Greg. Buy your own soda." He retorted, half-jokingly, "If anything, buy Lisa something. You half-beg her for food every day in physics. If you're gonna ask her out then do it already."

Ignoring the butterflies in her stomach, Lisa turned to Allison, "Never mind, I'll buy you something Greg. Mountain Dew, Coke?"

"No, James is right Lise," Greg squinted as he stepped into the direct sunlight, "I'll get you something." Ignoring the butterflies persistent fluttering, Lisa nodded, trying to suppress a laugh.

"Let's see, based on this week so far. You owe me half a sandwich from Monday, and, I think, a bottle of soda too. Then Tuesday, you took my salad and my cappuccino in the morning. Then yesterday, you took my whole lunch. So I guess you owe me three days worth of lunches." Lisa smirked, ignoring the death glare Greg was giving her.

"Whatever, just let's hurry up." Greg snapped, taking Lisa's hand and half-dragging her into the store, receiving a wink from James, and to his surprise, Allison.

Rubbing her wrist, Lisa slipped her wrist through Greg's grasp and narrowed her eyes at him. "I think I can find the store by myself. I'm not stupid you know," she snapped, turning down a random aisle in the store.

"Gee, give her some space Greg." James hissed, ignoring the death glare that was now turned on him.

"I'm trying," Greg tried to ignore the look on Lisa's face as her eyes met his briefly, "I just, look, can I trust you with something?" He lowered his voice slightly, reaching for a bottle of Mountain Dew, "Something you can't tell Allison, and definitely not Lisa."

"You love her don't you?" James tried not to allow himself to smile, but a smile spread across his lips. "Heck Greg, you're liked Lisa since the day you met her. Just ask her out. The worst thing she can do is say no and never speak to you again."

"Well, what if she does do that?" Greg asked, glad to have finally admitted the reasoning behind his actions the past few days. "I … I'm nothing without her, seriously. Lisa's got to be my best friend James, well besides you. She means so much to me, I can't lose it if she says no."

"Would you rather I told her?" James nodded towards Lisa, who was watching them closely, her eyes trained on Greg's worried face. Turning, James picked up a bottle of water, slapped down the exact change on the counter and left, leaving Lisa and Greg in the store, engaged in an unofficial staring contest.

"Lise," Greg made his way towards her, taking the salad from her hands, "this is all you're getting?" He looked into her eyes, noticing a slightly mysterious look about them.

"I'm sure, now let's hurry up." Lisa snapped, taking both her salad and Greg's Mountain Dew from him and turning to the woman behind the counter.

Once she payed, Lisa grabbed her salad from the counter and thrust the Mountain Dew into Greg's hands. Without saying a word, she hurried from the store, and opened the door to her car, dropping her salad at her feet.

Watching her go, Greg shrugged but blinked, all he could remember was that there were tear stains on Lisa's face when she had given the bottle to him. But, for the life of him, he couldn't figure out why she had been so upset.

"Lisa," Allison looked worriedly at her, watching silent tears stream down her cheeks, soaking the pale blue scarf she had tied around her neck.

"Lise," Greg paused besides her car, looking down at her, "are you okay?" He asked, then without thinking, he bent down and brushed his lips against her cheek, "Don't cry." He whispered, and pulled back, shocked at his actions. Turning away, Greg made his way around Jame's Ford Focus and opened the door, then slammed it behind him, resting his head in his hands.

"What did you do?" James asked, feigning ignorance. Greg looked up, his eyes blazing.

"You saw," Greg snapped, he tossed the unopened Mountain Dew on the floor, "Let's get out of here. The less I'm around Lisa, the better. She's gonna kill me next time she sees me."

"What did you do?" James repeated.

"I kissed her!" Greg cried, trying to keep his voice under control, "I'm such a fool, all I can say is that I got lucky I kissed her cheek and not on the lips. God, I'd be dead now if I did." He leaned back in the seat, "Let's get out of here, I'm going to see Lisa in about fifteen minutes anyways."

Without another word, James Wilson glanced sadly at his friend and pulled away from the gas station, ignoring the silver Mazda Miata that still sat in the park space beside their vacated one.