Hey there People! My name is jaarXofXcandy, and this is my first House M.D. story! This is just an introduction chapter, so the next one will be out very soon. Reviews make my fingers go faster, my heart float higher, and better stories to fabricate. The lesson here? Reviews are awesome! Please and thank you.

WARNINGS: One sided slash(for now) and a scoop of fluff for sweetness!

When You Hold Me

Today is beautiful. No doubt about it, clear blue skies at this time of year would put anyone in such a good mood. I'm not in just a normal 'Today's looking good' kind of mood, but a true-blue 'Today is good' kind of mood. It is Valentines day, the fourteenth of February, and also the greatest day of the year.

All this was going through my head as I lay in my cozy, temperptic bed, which was in my warm condo that I shared with my best friend. But he wasn't even on my mind as a slid out of the silk sheets and sauntered into the bathroom. It was so quiet, so serene, I couldn't help but start the bath waters. Just a few minutes later, the tub was filled with suds and H20. Easing into the warmth of a bubble bath, my mind attempts to take a vacation from my hectic life. I don't think of anything in particular, until my roommate pops into my head.

"Ugh..." His icy blue eyes seem to penetrate me, even though I know he isn't in here. His smart, quirky smile forms in my head, filling my stomach with a warmth I haven't experienced since my girlfriend died. Gregory House was everything I'd ever dreamed of, except for the fact that he was a man.

~Flashback~

I'd never had good luck with woman, not since I can remember. Whenever I'd feel like I'd finally found 'the one,' something always messed it up. My first really serious girlfriend was in college, a month before I met House. She was great, but once I met him, it was different. When I kissed her, I'd feel that sadistic bastard under me instead, and when we held hands, it felt like his rough calloused ones encased mine.

While I was on the verge of going insane, she strained herself to keep our relationship going. I was on my third month of dating her, the longest I'd ever lasted with a girl, when I learned the one way to destroy your relationship: Call her by the wrong name. Even better, call her by the wrong name during sex. The supreme best way? Call her by your best friend's name during sex. It's a guaranteed break-up. Now that I think about those days, I might have wanted to end our relationship, but not in such a horrible way.

I remember showing up at House's apartment in the middle of the night. He didn't need an explanation, he just let me in and we fell asleep on the couch. Of course, when I woke up, he hounded me about the explanation. Even back then, he'd always relied on reasoning, and he certainly wouldn't let the topic lie without a conclusion. After half an hour of me shaking my head at his every, carefully calculated guess, he seemed to broach the right idea.

"You two were fucking, and you realized you hate her guts." House's serious face bore into mine. All I could do was shrug. "Hmmm, oh! Maybe, she told you that she cheated on you while you were fucking. And THEN you realized you hate her?"

"No. That's not it." I rubbed my knuckles into my tear ducts. Greg always made fun of me for being a crybaby, and sometimes he would call me a girl. But I didn't care what he thought of me, because I was having a serious issue.

"You were fucking and-"

"God! Can you stop calling it that? What's wrong with calling it 'Sex' or 'Making Love'?" I groaned at his immaturity.

He didn't answer me, but he did go get leftover pizza out of the fridge and hand me a slice. I appreciated the break from the interrogation. Unfortunately, this gave my eyes the opportunity to sweep over his lean, beautiful body, while he scarfed down his pizza, innocent and unknowing of my actions.

After Greg had finished his fourth slice and second mug of coffee, he made his way back into the living room. I blinked, surprised, at my uneaten slice. Not to cause any suspicion from him, I ate it quickly before following after him.

"So, judging from your responses, you still love her. But something happened during this particular round of... sex. Something big enough to leave you crying on my doorstep, reeking of said sex." His calculating gaze was aimed at me. I now realized how stupid my actions had been, considering I hadn't even put a shirt back on. Here I was: half naked, and, indeed, smelling as if I'd been rolling in my own cum. This notion just left me feeling pathetic.

"You suck, House." I fell back onto his large, brown, and fuzzy couch. It was really old, so when you sat on it, you sank down about five inches. Something about being buried in his couch, with him right next to me, made me feel safe from the outside world.

"Fine. You were having sex, and called her by some hot girl's name who was in your advanced biology class last term." As he said this, new tears swelled up in my eyes. Even as I wept with the irony, it drove me to laughing. This, of course, led to him staring at me like I have six heads.

"Close. But it wasn't some hot girl in biology class. Besides, there were only middle-aged men in that class." I leaned on his shoulder, suddenly tired. All this laughter really takes a lot out of a guy.

Greg sighed, and his breath tickled my cheek. A blush worked it's way up my neck at he played with my soft brown hair. Did he realize that's not something guys do to one another? Or has he figured out the real reason I'm here?

"Do you love someone else, and she found out?" He pushed me away gently and looked at me solemnly. The comment left me spinning, because it was so out of character for him. Normally, he'd laugh and make fun of his inability to keep a girl because my mind was always changing. (That's what I get for telling him all those stories from high school)

I stared at his ceiling for a minute. Did I love him? Did I love the one good friend I have? Am I, you know, in love with a guy? Did I totally screw up my relationship because I love him? Am I totally screwed because of this? Will he hate me if he finds out? Can I really keep this a secret? After some hesitation, I nodded, "Yeah."