Out of the Ordinary

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"House, let me run something by you!" yelled Cuddy as she ran up behind him.

Greg House turned around to see the Dean of Medicine, Lisa Cuddy, running up behind him. It's not like she had to run thought House it's not that hard to catch up to a guy with a bad leg. House put his usual smug look on his face and blurted out one of his sarcastic comments loud enough that everyone in the room heard it. Cuddy gave him a "Can it, Greg" look, and ignored the comment, continuing to ask House about offering his ex-girlfriend, Stacy, a position at the hospital.

But, as he had noticed himself doing lately around her, he wasn't listening to what she was saying- He was too busy trying to push a feeling out of his mind, a feeling that kept coming back lately. He wanted so badly to make this feeling go away, because he knew, sooner or later, he would have to admit to it, and that was not something he was prepared to do. However hard he tried though, he couldn't help but tell himself what he knew was true….

He was in love with Lisa Cuddy.

"So, what do you say, House?" asked Cuddy. House was suddenly snapped back to reality. "Hmmm, sure, that's fine" he said, wondering what he had agreed to while he was busy thinking of Cuddy.

Later that night, House sat at his piano, playing, of all things, a love song. For some reason, he had felt like playing a love song that night. He knew why, but he would stay in denial as long as he could. He thought back to all the drama with Cameron and Stacy earlier that day. He didn't want to go through all that again, didn't want to have another ruined relationship to deal with, which may have been part of the reason he would not think about Lisa, no matter how much he wanted to. Maybe Cameron was right he thought Maybe I can't love her. Maybe I can't love anyone. He bit back tears as he grabbed his bottle of Vicodin and stalked off to his bedroom.