A/N: Hello everybody. It's been forever since I've done any sort of writing, so please excuse my shabbiness. I'm always open for a constructive criticism (Please no flaming, my poor soul can't take it). This is my first HOUSE M.D. FanFiction. So enjoy! Oh yeah, added this as I kept writing. This first chapter seems extremely serious. I hope once Cameron plays into this, it will loosen up a bit.

Disclaimer: I sadly do not own any of the House M.D. characters… Or Hugh Laurie. Also, rating is for some language and a few chapters in for sexual scenes. If either offends you, please press the nice "back" button on your browser. Thanks!

People were almost always forced to deal with changes in their lives. It was interesting to see some struggle at something simple as new socks. They would get themselves so frustrated, and tears would be the new makeup. But, what House was feeling was something that he couldn't completely identify. He was sitting in his living room, looking at the TV which was turned on, but he was tuning out.

Gregory House was a little upset his successful team was no longer with him, which was his fault, he reminded himself. It wasn't the fact that Foremen left. The words that Wilson had witnessed really assessed his feeling towards the man. His goodbyes weren't welcomed.

But it wasn't Chase… The Aussie mutt would be able to figure things out. Probably over a glass of something with alcohol content and a girl who's seen more penises's then an OBGYN. But what House worried about was the fact that now Cameron was gone.

Was she with Chase now? A small pang of jealousy ran through his stomach. That feeling was replaced with his thigh aching, a reminder of past experiences. He grabbed his jacket which threatened to fall off the couch arm. Inside his jacket was his trusty friend Vicodin. Popping off the cap, he took one pill this time. Lingering it in his mouth for a moment, he dry swallowed which was very difficult. House remembered one of the many times Cameron threatened she wouldn't save him if he choked…

Grabbing the fire laced cane the lanky man hoisted his body up and off the couch, hobbling to the kitchen, grabbing an old slice of old pizza. Hopefully it hadn't started to get bluish green and fuzzy yet. Eating it quickly, he thought to himself about the next day at work. But, House wasn't going to worry just yet…

The next day went on as normal as he would allow it… House did his clinic hours basically because no one was in the meeting room from his office. It was to quite without any bickering. The doctor known as a asshole didn't have anyone to complain to. And Wilson probably didn't want to hear from him just yet.

Going into his office and getting ready to plop himself in his chair, he remembered Cameron touching his arm. Her resignation letter was still on the table, taunting him, daring him and his patience. But, House ignored it, sat down, and turned on some music.

It seemed like it had been forever, just sitting there, listening to words of the song until there was a knock on his door. Looking up, there was Cutty. She looked angry but calm. How odd.

"If you are here to hound me about my clinic hours, I just spent all morning listening to complaints of people who are hypochondriacs." House stated, looking at her, stretching, and yawning.

Cuddy's eyes narrowed for a minute and she sighed. "So, I heard your team left you. Are you looking into finding replacements?"

The word 'replacement' hadn't even dawned on House yet. Did he expect to solve every case on his own? It was obvious without the three musketeers by his side, or doing the work for him, he would be a shitty doctor. "Uh, no, I hadn't thought of that… Know of anyone?"

Cuddy just simply shook her head. "No, House I don't. But, you need to do something. You can't do it alone, we both know that."

House grinned for a moment. "You can do it with me, Cuddy! You can do anything with me." He added smartly, and joking at the end.

"Wilson would probably be better with you." Cuddy said, playing along with his little games.

A look of disgust came over House's gaunt features. "To late for that…"

"Oh, I don't need to know that." Cuddy said, holding a hand up in some sort of defense, even though she knew it was pointless. A smile was tugging at the corners of her mouth.

"Oh, I was kidding." House scowled, and saw her own happy expression. They were in his office in silence, other than the radio muffling at awkwardness. "Imisscameraannee." That's what he blurted out next. It didn't really sound like English, more like some awkward foreign language he didn't know. House wasn't even sure why he said it. It's like something compelled him to. And House regretted it. Now he admitted something to Cuddy which was a big mistake. Cuddy would be a hound until he told her his exact words.

"What was that House? I think you forgot English for a minute." Cuddy asked, eyebrow raised and looking at the doctor.

"My god women, are you deaf? I miss Cameron!" House blurted quickly. He was looking down as he finished his sentence, and little did he know in the office next door, Cameron was listening. But that was something House didn't need to know for now.

Cuddy acted surprised but figured that much and was ready to scold him for his attitude, but looked from House to the glass window into the meeting room. Wondering what Cameron was doing here, she noticed the various sweaters and a jacket in her grasp… She must have left them here.

"Hey House… Look who is here."

A/N: How much do you want to bet when I upload this it won't be as long as it seems right now? Sorry if it's short. I'm getting together my ideas 'officially' right now. So, yeah… reviews would be appreciated. D