A/N - Okay so this is my first fanfiction. I'm hopefully trying something completely different(If not let me know) then what others have done in the past. I think it is going to turn out extremely well, if I can get back into my muse. I would love to hear some feedback on this prelude. Yes this is just the prelude, the story is going to be a little different but still revolve around what this prelude is about. Also the chapters should get longer, hopefully a lot longer.

Disclaimer: I don't own House M.D or the characters used in this story unless I make some up, but I not thinking that is happening.
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Prelude

Her knuckles hit the wooden door. One, two, three. His voice was bitter and weak.

"Lisa?" Wilson had come to her two weeks ago. Her head popped up from the pile of paper work that she needed to get done before lunch. "Can we talk?" Wilson shook his head at the question. Obviously they could talk. She would of said that she was busy when he paused after her name.

"Wilson what is it?" Cuddy leaned back in her chair and pinched the bridge of her nose. God she was tired.

"How are you feeling?" Wilson took a seat across from her.

Cuddy watched his movements as he danced across the room. She wanted a nap, a desperate nap. That's why she needed to get the paper work down before lunch. "Fantastic." She lied.

"Really?" He would of brought it. If Cuddy didn't pick up the pen immediately afterward. "Do you mind if I run a blood test?" His eyes darted to the pen and back to her eyes quickly before looking away.

"What? No." Cuddy was taken aback by the question. "Why would you say that?"

"I just want to make sure that your tiredness is because of the almost one year old you have at home." Wilson tried to crack a smile but failed....miserably.

"What else would it be?" Cuddy was beginning to panic. She started listing off all the possible things everything from Mono to depression.

"Thanks for stopping by." Wilson stood up and greeted her was she walked over the threshold. "I got your results back as you probably know." He tried to smile. He knew just because she ran the hospital doesn't mean that she knew her test results were finished. But he would bet money that she checked if they had been processed. Rachel Mackenzie...that's the passion file that Wilson held in his hands.

Cuddy sat in front of him. She never understood why it was important to sit when people entered the room. It was of human nature almost 9 out 10 people usually do it. 10 out 10 with a few exceptions tend to always sit in the same spot as they had the previous day. Her mom use to say people were like robots at time. They can be so predictable.

"The tests showed a low count of white blood cells." Wilson saw her face change colour. "Before you and I both panic I want to run another test, I want to run a CT to be certain." He watched her open and close her mouth but she couldn't form any words. "Cuddy it might not even be...."

"Bonjour!" House barged in the doors.

"I got to go." Cuddy got up to leave. House blocked her way a few times before letting her pass.

"The team thinks my patient has cancer." House chucked the file he had at his friend.