A/N: So...this is my first fanfic. I was debating with myself to start writing or not, but then I thought, screw it. Let's see what happens. Disclaimer: I do not own One Tree Hill...sadly. Warning: There's little use of strong language...very little in this chapter. Okay: some back story, in this fic. Clay and Quinn have been married two months after a year of dating. Yeah, they're fast. Hahaha, it'll make sense in further chapters.

"Clay. You have to stop stressing over this client!" Quinn said with a worried expression. Clay grunted, completed focused on his laptop.

"There's no way we can get them on board." Clay mumbled to himself, ignoring Quinn's plea.

"Clay, stop with all this crap!" Quinn yelled. Clay drew his eyes off his laptop.

"Stop what? Focusing on my career? Building up Fortitude? What do you want me to do? Don't you understand how important this is? Important to Fortitude? This is what puts a roof over our heads Quinn. Do you not understand that? Of course you wouldn't it's not like your gallery is rolling in money." Clay replied, furiously but quickly regretting his last sentence. Quinn was shocked at his outburst, mainly at his last comment. She couldn't believe he would say that to her, after all those earlier comforting words he had said before...

*Flashback*

"Quinn?" Clay said as he walked into their beach house. "Quinn?" Clay heard faint sounds of crying coming towards their bedroom "Quinn." Clay ran to their room to the sight of his wife, laying on the king size bed crying. He walked to the bed and slowly sat down, he hated seeing the woman he loved upset.

"Clay." Quinn whispered softly as she rose up from the bed gently leaning her head on his warm chest.

"Hey, what's going on?" He whispered softly as tears streamed down Quinn's face.

"I'm...I'm a failure. Focus...the gallery is...going bust...I'm...I'm going to lose it Clay, I...I...don't know what to do. I...haven't sold a single...thing in a month...I..." Quinn whispered as she began to cry even harder. Clay took her into his arms and gently rocked her back and forth.

"Listen, you're not a failure, Quinn Evans. Stop beating yourself up. Have fortitude." Clay said smiling at her. Quinn gave a soft chuckle. "Hey, I got you to laugh." Quinn gave a weak smile. "You, Quinn Evans are an amazing photographer. You need to stop being so hard on yourself. It's going to be okay. I love you, you goof." Clay reassured her as he softly kissed her forehead. Quinn smiled as she laid with Clay in his arms. She felt comforted...and safe.

*End of flashback*

Quinn slowly got up from the sofa, took her keys, she was in shock...she didn't want to look at Clay. She understood he was stressed and angry...but he didn't have to be...aggressive. She drove to Haley and Nathan's house. She rang the clean doorbell and saw a petite figure walk towards the door.

"Hey Quinny, what brings you here?" Haley said with a smile as she hugged Quinn.

"Clay's been so caught up with work, we...we had an argument. And..." Quinn said, in the brink of tears. Haley gave her a reasurring smile and led her inside the house. Quinn laid on the sofa with a blank expression her face. Haley looked her at sister...worried. What had happened to her usually goofy, cheerful older sister?

- So yeah, that's the first chapter...hope it's okay. It's quite short...

Reviews will be greatly appreciated...dont be too brutal. Also, I know...Clay's an absolute douchebag...but it'll soon be okay...maybe..probably... Soon! Thank you for reading:)