Disclaimer – Don't own House. If I did, this would have happened a long time ago. :)

"Why do you need to negate everything?" She demanded from him, her eyes burning into him.

"I don't know." He replied meekly. She was the only one who held to power make him feel small and my God, she was using it now.

She was angry, that was obvious, but something else to. She was hurting. Her misery needed company and his was the perfect fit.

He leaned in, she met him halfway and for a few blessed seconds nothing else mattered. He squeezed her tight, feeling her pain and anger and frustration all at once. It was raw, it was unexpected, it was...terrifying. He was feeling something so unfamiliar, so foreign. Dare he call it joy?