This is my first fanfic about House. Please R&R.

Chapter 1 :

POV O/C

I wake up with a start and curse the alarm clock. I'd like to draw myself in the softness of my pillow, but I remember this day is quite important so I get a grip at myself and leave my warm bed.

With a deep sigh, I walk to the kitchen and have breakfast. Then I dress up for work and I drive to it.

I work at Princeton Plainsborough since a few weeks. I applied for the job when I heard that a member of Dr House's team had resigned. It was a girl, and I know House is really tough with women, more than with men. Though, with me, he's okay. Not nice, but not mean either. Well, not too much.

Humming the song on the radio, I park at my spot and get out of the car. I grab my stuff and walk towards the elevator. I hear a motorbike and turn around: it's House. Holding back a smile, I wait for him. He limps to me and I smile at him:

"Hello Dr House."

"Lo Connelly."

I immediately feel something's wrong, his voice, his tone, the deep circles under his eyes.

"Are you okay?" I ask while we come in the elevator.

"None of your business."

I remain silent and we meet the others in the diagnosis room. House immediately goes in his office and I turn to Eric:

"He's grumpy today."

"Why? Can he be something else than that?" he replies.

"Come on, you're mean", I retort, though smiling.

I've got along well with Foreman as soon as I was in the team. He's quite nice and funny to me. And his little squabbles with House are just hilarious.

"You have a crush on House", Chase says, looking at me.

"Who knows…" I reply slyly.

As much as I like Foreman, I just can't stand Chase. I hate the way he looks at me, as if I was a piece of meat and that he had not eaten for weeks.

"He broke up with Cuddy", Taub says absent-mindedly.

"What?!" I say.

"How do you know?" Chase asks.

"What if we don't care?" Foreman retorts, exasperated.

I don't reply, and turn my face to look at House. He's on the phone. Our eyes meet and he immediately turns his back at me. He ends up hanging up, and limps to us:

"Okay kids, holiday time!"

We give him a weird look: we have a case, that's why we're all here.

"What? You don't wanna skip class? Even you, Foreman?"

"We have a case, House…"

"Oh yeah, I forgot about that… Well, stay here and take care of it. I'm leaving."

"Leaving where?" I can't help asking.

"MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS", he shouts.

We all start, not understanding why he's so touchy today. He looks at us, pursing his lips as he always does when he's angry. Then he leaves without one more word.

We spend the day working on the case, all the three of us. It's weird to work without him. At lunchtime, I decide to go see Wilson, but he's not here. So I walk to Cuddy's office. I come in without knocking on the door and say:

"Have you broken up with him?"

Sit at her desk, she brutally raises her head from the files she was reading at.

"Excuse me?" she asks.

"Have you broken up with House?"

"I don't think it's your business Dr Connelly."

"It is when he leaves the hospital without any reason and while we have a case."

"He left the hospital? When?" she asks.

"Maybe two hours ago", I retort slyly.

She rubs her face with the palms of her hands and deeply sighs. That angers me. I realize Taub was right. What was she thinking? That breaking up with House wouldn't do anything to him? She gets up: I immediately say:

"Wilson is not here."

She gives me a surprised look but soon regains composure:

"What about the case?"

"The patient is not fine. That's why he's here. We need House."

"I know…"

"Then do something for God' sake!" I yell.

"Dr Connelly, I…"

"Forget it", I spat.

I leave her office, almost running. I'm boiling with anger, with disappointment, with…sorrow. I don't particularly like Cuddy, but I know how much House loves her and I don't understand how she could break up with such an incredible man. She's a dumbass, I tell myself.

The day is shitty. We don't find what the patient has but when we end up stabilizing him, we all decide it's time to go back home. I drive back, order a sandwich at Jimmy John's, and decide to have a bath while waiting for it. I grab my phone and dial House number. He doesn't pick up but I'm not really surprised. I would have been if he had actually picked up. I enjoy my bath, relaxing, eat my sandwich in front of TV and dial Wilson when I'm done.

"Hello?" he answers.

"It's Connelly. How is House?"

"I don't know", he says after a sigh. "He's not at his apartment and he doesn't pick up when I call him. He needs time, I guess."

"So it's true? She broke up with him?" I ask.

"Yes. When she was at the hospital, he freaked out and took Vicodin again. She discovered it and she left him."

"Just for that?"

He sighs again:

"Connelly, you're a newbie here. You don't know how he is when he's under Vicodin. You've only seen the clean side of him. Cuddy and I had to deal with him when he was addicted for years. I understand she didn't want to live that again."

"But, maybe it was only once. Because he was scared."

"Yeah, I think that too. But Cuddy has a child, and I understand she didn't want to take such an important risk for her. House can't be her priority."

Well, he's mine, I think, surprised by my own thoughts.

"You're probably right. Listen, if you have any news from him, can you let me know?"

He doesn't reply for a few seconds and asks:

"Connelly, are you… Well, forget it. Okay, I'll let you know."

"Thanks. Goodnight Wilson."

"Night Connelly."