This is the first day of my life.

I swear I was born right in the doorway.

-Bright Eyes, First Day of My Life.

Her eyes were sore.

She hadn't eaten all day.

In fact - in all honesty, she couldn't remember the last time she had eaten anything anyway so that wasn't problematic.

Why did she feel this way ? Hormones ? Which were just some echo of ancient times that force on a woman the urge to reproduce ? She loved it, she hated it; right now she hated it more.

She was exhausted.

And her eyes were sore.

You look like crap, she told herself, staring in the mirror, clad in sweatpants and an old jogging jacket, like that makes it easier to deal with? But does feeling physically disgusting make this easier to bear, Lisa ?

Does it ?

A knock at the door.

Go. Away.

She knows instinctively who it is and she knows she wants to let him in, however insane that seems but she knows she wants him there and she hates him and she wants him to be there for her, and oh Christ!

So she opens the door.

And then indeed, there he is.

And he's all platitudes and great advice and yet she is aware of feeling that it's all his fault and she hates him and she loves him and she wishes he didn't need his cane and she hates him and - son of a bitch! She spits out the words.

"Why do you negate everything?"

And there's a pause the length of a lifetime.

And he replies almost imperceptibly:

"I don't know."

And then they are kissing, deeply, and fantastically, and she reaches down and down and down inside herself emotionally; she tries to take it all in his mouth his lips the surprising softness of the hair on his chin and she breathes, Oh God! and then,a break, a moment of clarity and yet they are kissing again, and she is wrapping her arms around him - and - and -

It ends

In a rare second of sensitivity, one she isn't sure she wanted to happen, he leaves.

She tries to speak although it's too late; but somehow it's enough.

For now at least.

A/N

This is my very first House fanfic - just a oneshot drabble.

Being in the UK it seems I will not see Season 5 til the Autumn but I have seen the two minutes of the Kiss, and this just spilled out of my fingers, just as a friend picked her first dance for her Wedding (guess what track) and it all came together in my heart.

Be nice if you review: I bruise easily, be gentle if you handle me, but I hope I hit the mark.