Hi everyone! So, this is just something that came to mind. To be truthful, it's actually becoming very painful to write, and if you can't already guess why, you will find out. VERY soon. I already have the main idea for the next chapter, so it shouldn't be long. It depends how exams go, but we'll see. Plus, I'm also working on some other fics.

like the summary said, this fic takes place right after Becca decided to keep the child. This chapter contains no fluff, and a lot of pain from these characters.

So it's short, but it's just an introduction to what is about to come. I hope it turns out alright, but thats for you to judge. so R&R!

Disclaimer- Even though i wish I owned the brilliant TV hit by the name of House MD, i do not. It all belongs to David Shore and Fox. But this is my writing, so please don't steal!

Enjoy!

Pain struck her everywhere. She felt as if her heart had been shattered into a billion pieces, and her head had been angrily pounded into the pavement several times. The hurt surged through her veins and circulated throughout her frail body, becoming too much to handle. She groaned and rolled over in her bed, now facing the window. Observing the dark sky, she noticed it was snowing, but not too badly.

Grabbing the home phone off of her nightstand, Lisa Cuddy dialed the familiar number with urgency. As she lifted the phone receiver to her ear, she let out, yet again, another sob. This had been going on ever since she got home from work that day.

As time went on, the feelings got worse. It wasn't easy having a cloud of jealousy, rage, and hopelessness not only hang limply over your head, but rain onto every pore of your body. Cuddy couldn't think straight anymore.

A friendly voice took the place of the ringing. "Hello?"

Cuddy was relieved when he picked up. The Dean of Medicine glanced over at the clock, noticing that it was two in the morning.

Whoops.

"Hi Wilson. It's me." Cuddy closed her eyes and bit down on her lower lip, hating herself for calling this early in the morning. "Did I wake you?"

"Actually, no. I was wondering if you were ok." Wilson's voice helped sooth Cuddy's pain, but only a little bit. He wasn't Vicodin or Methadone…he was Advil. There was only one person who could make her feel better than Wilson did, and she wasn't about to call him over. But, nonetheless, she was glad that Wilson cared about her, and was thankful for such a great friend.

"Well…that's why I'm calling." A tear pushed it's way out of her eye and slid down her cheek. Not bothering to wipe it away, the rest of the salt drops started embracing her cheeks, as if they each contained a bit of happiness or hope that was attempting to hold on to her, but failed. And fell to the ground in defeat.

Wilson sighed. He felt terrible about what had happened at work that day. The mother of Cuddy's baby was admitted to the hospital after showing signs of illnesses. She eventually got very sick, and after doing everything she could to help save both the baby and mother's life (but mainly the baby's life. He didn't blame her, though, for Cuddy did tend to be a selfish person at times.), Cuddy was repaid with devastation. Becca, the mother of what was supposed to be Cuddy's baby girl, decided that she wanted to keep the child.

Wilson knew how devastated Cuddy was. He knew how long and difficult the battle to finally receive a child was for her. She had even found some suitable sperm donors, but that plan fell through as well, for she just couldn't conceive a baby. And when Cuddy finally found a mother who was willing to give her what she had always dreamed of, it all just fell apart. Slipped right through the cracks in the bridge that lead to satisfaction and passion. Engulfed by the fluffy white snow, only to be rediscovered at another time, but no one knew for sure.

It all just fell apart. It always did.

Wilson knew that Cuddy was in need of a friend. "I'll be right over."

Cuddy smiled for the first time that day, however small it was. "Thank you, James."

"No problem, Lisa." With that, he hung up the phone.

Slowly, Wilson rose from the bed. He really hadn't been asleep, and instead spent the entire night thinking about the events that had taken place earlier that day and staring up at the ceiling. He was glad to hear that Cuddy was still…partially functioning.

He dragged his feet along with him as he moved towards the closet to change from his pajamas into something a bit more presentable. Choosing a white T-shirt and a pair of old blue jeans, which he had only worn once before, he quickly changed his clothes and headed into the kitchen. From the liquor cabinet, he chose one bottle of scotch and one of vodka, just in case that would become a demand of his depressed boss. Cuddy was a good person, he thought, and deserved at least little happiness during times like these.

On his way out of the house, he grabbed some shopping bags to carry the alcohol, his car keys, and his coat. Before opening the door to head over to Cuddy's, he stole a glance out the window. The snow had let up a little bit, so he was able to drive. Good, he thought.

Wilson flicked off the light switch and exited his home, not knowing what was about to come of this snowy, dark, very early December morning.

Should I continue? do you really want to read the rest? Tell me in a review! I also really love criticism, so go right ahead!