*I know it's a quick chapter. I'm just testing it out right now. This is my first fanfic so I'm improving on some things. I appreciate all of your feedback and please give me your suggestions. I don't not own anything that has to do with the show, House M.D..

The sound of rain was soft in the background as Greg House sat at his desk staring at the floor. He had been like that for almost three hours with a blank stare on his face. His team had already left for the weekend and he wasn't ready to go home to his girlfriend. Dr. Lisa Cuddy had come into his office earlier that day ranting at him for a reason that House was afraid of. He had spent so much time trying to tip-toe around her feelings the past few weeks not wanting to upset her. That seemed so easy for him to do lately and he was afraid of losing her. The argument earlier that day was the exact one he had tried so hard to avoid.

"Greg, what's the matter with you!" Lisa Cuddy came barging angrily into House's office.

"What do you mean?" House played dumb until he was positive he knew what the conversation would be about.

"Why are you being so distant? You won't even come ask for simple procedures anymore. Cameron can't do everything for you."

"I have a bum leg and she's a perfectly healthy twenty-something. Why not make her do all the running around?"

"Stop making excuses. If there's an issue between the two of us, I want you to take it up with me."

"I'm sorry."

"Yeah, I'm sure you are." Cuddy quickly turned around and left the office with not much of an intention on coming back too soon.

House kept going over the conversation in his head. There was no depth to it; like she came in just to talk. He wanted desperately to have the words to say. He wanted to know how to fix things with her. But he didn't even know what he had done to mess things up with her. His mind began to race. He had tried so hard lately to hold onto her that he had ended up pushing her away. He needed help. Help from a pro and he knew exactly who that was. House grabbed his cane and hurried out of the office.

***

Dr. James Wilson sat at his desk going over a patients chart when he was suddenly interrupted by banging on his door.

"Wilson! I need your expertise on failure with women." House let himself into the small office.

"Are you sure about that?"

"I'm serious." House closed the door and every trace of playfulness he had on himself vanished. Wilson just looked up at him a little concerned at seeing him like this. House sat down in a chair opposite Dr. Wilson. He paused for a moment moving his glance all around Wilson's desk.

"Everything I do makes her mad. I try as hard as I can just to keep her from getting ticked off at me and it's all I seem to be able to do lately. What am I doing wrong?"

"Why did you feel like you had to be careful around her in the first place?"

"She got moody before I ever did anything. I tried to make it better but it just made her madder. I'm afraid she's pushing me out of her life."

"Did you talk to her about it?"

"No, I don't know what to say."

"Well then say what's on your mind. She has to respect that."

House just sat for a moment going over things in his head. He sighed. "Well, now I get to go find out why you get divorced so often."

"Very funny."

House got up and left the room.

*Again, I know it's short. It will pick up. Just give me you feedback and that will really help.