Ohi FF readers ^^ :3 I'd just like to point out this is my very first House fanfic ^^ The characters might be a bit OOC, I apologize.

Other than that, I hope you guys like it :D

Read on~

House smiled triumphantly at his team. As usual, he'd been right, and they were wrong. Foreman was pissed at House's egotistical smile. Cameron was just happy the patient was alive. Chase was just a sad sight to look at. Dark circles under his eyes, no energy whatsoever, permanent frown glued to his face. House knew something was wrong with him. It was annoying.

"So we start treating her for Turbeculosis immediately?" Foreman asked, breaking House's thoughts.

"No, we let her die slowly." House said, his voice drooling with sarcasm. House checked his watch. It was just noon. He hadn't even eaten lunch yet and he'd already saved a life.

"Anybody know what's for lunch today?" He suddenly asked to no one in particular.

"Meat loaf." Cameron told him.

"Fish sticks." Foreman said right after.

House sighed. So, he was either going to enjoy his lunch very much, or hate the rest of his day.

"Why are you all still here?" He asked. "The patient's dying, and you're all here talking about food.."

"But you're the o-"

"Go!" House said, interrupting Cameron. He watched as the three of left. "Wait, Chase, could you come here for a second?" He said. He didn't really know why he was doing this, but his co-worker's depression was deeply annoying.

"Yeah?" Chase turned from the doorway.

"You look tired." He stated. "Up late with a hooker?"

Chase rolled his eyes.

"Porn?"

"Did you just want me to stay here so you could insult me?"

"No." House said. "I wanted you to stay here so you could tell me why you're so tired."

Chase sighed. "It's a long story. It's really not important."

"It better not be. " Without saying anything else, he walked out of the room and headed to the cafeteria.

House was fairly disappointed when, instead of yummy bricks of meat, he found sticks of fish on people's plates in the cafeteria.

"Yum." He said sarcastically grabbing a plate and plopping it onto a tray. "Put it on Dr. Wilson's tab." He said to the cashier as he went to sit down at a random table. He took a pill with his food. His leg was killing him.

On the way to his office, House heard loud voices coming his way as he stepped out of the elevator. It was Chase. He was talking to a girl. She was tall with long brown hair. She did not look happy. House assumed it was Chase's girlfriend or something. They seemed to be arguing. He knew this wasn't really any of his business. He knew eavesdropping was wrong. He also knew that Chase probably wanted his privacy. So he hid behind a wall and listened in on the conversation.

"I've told you to stop pushing this." Chase said. "It's none of your business." He told the girl rather harshly.

"It may not be any of my business but this is killing you." The girl said. "You need to talk to him. If you don't, I will." She said firmly.

"If this is some sort of payback for breaking up with you-"

"It's not!" The girl sighed. "I'm just worried about you Robert."

This was turning out to be more interesting than House had expected. He heard the sound of heals and assumed the girl had left. Chase passed by the wall where House was hiding, making his way to the elevator, when he spotted House. He rolled his eyes and stepped in the elevator. House stopped the doors from closing with his cane and walked in with Chase.

"So." House said. "What's killing you?" He asked.

"None of your business." Chase said. As soon as the doors opened, he hurriedly stepped out. At that moment, some strange force took over House's body and made him grab Chase's arm.

"If there's something wrong," He said. "You can tell me." He felt odd. Almost as if he… cared.

Chase gave him a weird look and broke free of his grasp.

"You're weird today." He said as he walked away.