Disclaimer: I don't own House M.D or any of its characters I only own the characters I created and the storyline.

Authors note: I got this idea a few months ago and I can't seem to get it out of my head. Let me know if I should continue this or not. More information will be revealed soon I promise.

Hell or something like it

Chapter one: It's Stacey

Kenna Warner sat in the back seat of her mom's car listening to her mp3 player as loud as the little devise would allow. She rarely listened to it anymore since her mom had left her dad but whenever life got to complicated or if it was too quiet for her to handle she would listen to it. She hated silence, it was not only terrifying for her but it left room for her mind to wonder though everything she had been through in the last few years. It wasn't always like this, her and her mom running from town to town hoping that this one would be different but it never was. She finally gave up hope and after a while her mom was beginning to as well. They had one last chance to get away and this was it. After that they weren't sure what else to do. They had already moved seven different times over the last year and a half. Each town came with different problems and eventually the biggest problem they ever had to deal with found them.

She watched the rain beat against the car windows hoping her mom would be back soon with her water. Her throat was sore and felt like sand paper. After a few moments she looked down at her wrist and began playing with the charm bracelet her mom got her for her tenth birthday each year she bought her a new charm for it, each one meaning something different that only her and her mom understood. Everyone else just thought it was because they were cute. She looked up when she heard the muffled sound of the car door opening. When she saw her mom getting into the car she took of the head phones and turned off the mp3 player.

"Did you get my water?" Kenna asked after her mother was in and situated.

"Yeah honey." She said digging the bottle of water out of the bag along with a small packet. "I also got you some pain reliever for your head ache." She said with a faint smile.

Kenna smiled back and took the water and pain reliever from her mom. She could tell her mom's smile was forced but then again what reason did she have to smile. They were running out of options and each failure took more and more out of her. Kenna opened her water and took a long drink before she opened the pain reliever.

"Thanks." She said popping the pills in her mouth and washing them down with another drink of water.

"Your welcome sweetie. You know you really shouldn't listen to your music so loud it might be why your getting head aches."

"I'm fine mom; it's just a couple of head aches. She said leaning up so that half her body was in the front seat. "You really should stop worrying about me so much."

"I'll never stop worrying about you sweetie." Her mom slightly smiled and kissed her on her forehead. "Now sit back and put your seat belt on."

Kenna laughed and did as she was told. "You should have been a cop instead of a lawyer."

"It's not about the law it's about being a mother." She said smiling at her in the rearview mirror.

It was rare to see her mother actually smile and it'd been a long time since she had but when she did it was always for her. She saved all her energy and determination for her along with her smiles. Kenna smiled back and made a funny face at her. Her mother laughed before she started the car and pulled out into traffic.

"How long before we get there?" Kenna asked.

"Thirty minutes maxed."

Kenna nodded and watched out the car window wondering where her mom was taking her this time. She knew they were in New Jersey but she wasn't sure what town or even why they were there all she knew was this had to work, no matter what this was there last chance for so many things. She laid her head against the back of the seat and closed her eyes trying to catch a short nap before they arrived at no where. She always referred to the places they were heading as no where mainly because most of the time she didn't know where they were going. She always sat in the middle when she sat in the back because it had a lap belt and she didn't have to fight the one that went across her chest little did she knew that one thing would save her life.

Kenna rushed behind the paramedics as they rushed her mom into the hospital. They were yelling but nothing they said made any sense to her. It all sounded like gibberish to her. She couldn't concentrate on anything other than how bad her mom was hurt. There was so much blood that it was impossible to think that she was going to be alright but something inside of her that had to believe she was. She was all she had left. Her face was soaked with tears and blood. She kept feeling nurses tugging at her trying to check her out but every time they tried she pushed them away from her and walked faster after her mom. They finally arrived in a room with sliding glass doors and at least two doctors. Kenna tried to follow her in but a nurse wrapped her arms around her and pulled her away from the door.

"You can't go in there." She said but even that sounded like a foreign language.

"Let me go! That's my mom I have to be with her. LET ME GO! PLEASE JUST LET ME BE WITH HER! MOM!" Kenna sobbed fighting to get away from her but she couldn't all she could do was watch as the doctors worked on her mom.

House sat in his office watching the rain beat against the window. It'd been raining off and on all week which wouldn't be that big of a deal if it didn't make his leg hurt ten times worse than what it usually did. The vicodin helped some but he had to take twice as much twice as often just to be able to function. He turned his chair around and grabbed the pill bottle from his desk. He popped the top off and frowned when he seen he only had two pills left. He knew he could get another prescription from Cuddy or Wilson but every time he went to them they lectured him for thirty minutes about how he was addicted and how he needed to get help. He had both their lectures memorized by now. He popped the last two pills in his mouth and swallowed them. Just seconds after Wilson opened House's office door and walked in.

House looked up and narrowed his eyes. "What another wife divorced you?" House asked when he saw that Wilson was upset. "Have a seat, we can talk about it while you write me another prescription" He said in his normal sarcastic manner. When Wilson's facial expression hadn't changed House lowered his eye brows. "What is it?"

"It's Stacey…" Wilson said trying to find the right words.

House felt his heart sink into his stomach. "What happened?"

Wilson sighed and looked down at the floor. "She's gone…"