I've gotten a lot of, well, maybe not a lot, but enough reviews to make me a little nervous! I did mean for House's eyes to be grey, although I know they are blue. I also want House to seem like he pretends to ignore and not be bothered by anything, but still does feel things, although he doesn't let people know about it. Now that he is in a situation he made through his own mistake, he is starting to lose control of that ability to pretend to not care. Thanks for all the posts, though! I really, really appreciate everything! I would get worried if people didn't care! Thanks again!

I don't know what the response will be on this chapter... I caught myself second guessing it a few times before I started writing... But, here we go!

Glass

This time, he really was in his office, leaning back in his chair. His leg was causing him pain again, but he tried to forget about the two pills in his jacket pocket. As he shut his eyes, he half expected his dream to come true. However, there was no hair across his face or lips on his, and House sighed.

This situation was frustrating. Again, he had a large stack of files that needed to be put away and, remembering how confusing that had been last time, House was not about to do it himself. Things were tense between them, yes, when she had still talked with him and stood next to him and worked along side him. It was just natural that there was tension. But, they had both hid their true feelings from one another, and life had gone on. Now that she knew... Nothing was getting done.

He opened his eyes and sat up, putting his elbows on his desk, resting his chin on his folded hands. He stared intently through the glass that served as a wall between his office and the hallway, his door made of glass, smooth and clean. It was interesting that something so fragile was also so useful. The glass was strong enough to serve as a wall, but weak enough that it could break if something hit it. It was beautiful, in an odd way, the way it caught the light, absorbing the afternoon sunlight. It also reflected light, streaks of color flashing before his eyes. Through the glass, he could see people hurrying about their day. Doctors and nurses hustled by, holding files and medical tools, reviewing the stats of their next patient. Patients went limping about, dragging their hospital equipment after them, dressed in gowns and robes. Janitors went by with mops and brooms, their uniforms identical.

He watched life pass by, bored out of his mind, keeping an eye out for her. But she never passed by.

She felt so fragile, like a glass figure. If she ran into anything or if someone were to bump her, she felt as if she would shatter. She had not eaten like she had planned, barely remembering to grab her night bag while leaving. Her head spun and whenever she stood, her vision went blurry. Her muscles twitched and she occasionally stumbled. No one had asked her how she was feeling. Looking closely at her hands, she could see her veins under the skin, her skin tight and pale. If she didn't get sleep or food, she was going to mess up somewhere along the line and have to face the consequences.

Oh, if only she could tell him. If she could only tell him how she felt, she wouldn't feel so bad. At the moment, she didn't care if he yelled. She didn't care if he made her feel guilty. She didn't even care if she made a fool of herself. The only thing that was stopping her from finding House that moment was if he would walk away from her without a word. That was what she feared and it would be so like him to just limp away from her, ignoring her. She needed an answer, something that told her if she had to keep clinging on or if he felt the same she did. It was the possibility of silence that made her afraid.

Finally, she couldn't stand the hunger pains. She allowed herself to find a quick snack, remembering she had files on her desk that needed to be put back into storage. House probably had a large stack of paperwork himself, but she needed more time before she would see him. Tonight, before she went on night duty, she would find him.

Reaching the file rooms, she found the room with the most amount of folders needed and walked in. A janitor was there, apparently wiping down the shelves. The smell of chemicals was so strong her eyes watered and she saw the bucket next to the man's feet, half full of the foul smelling fluid with a rag floating in the chemicals. She couldn't believe it; this man must have been new. He either didn't know that the fumes would be damaging to the files or didn't care. That chemical was too strong for a storage room wipe down. Not only were the fumes harmful to paper, they also told her that whatever cleaner he was using was toxic and flammable.

That was why she couldn't believe her own eyes as she saw the flash of a match and watched the man place a cigarette in his mouth. There was a strict no smoking policy in the building and anyone found breaking that rule was almost immediately fired.

She backed away as fast as she could, her free hand scrambling to find the door handle. The sound startled the janitor, who must have known he was doing something wrong, because he jumped, mouth falling open in shock.

She watched in horror as the match fell from the man's hand and into the bucket of cleaner.

House was still sitting in his office, wondering about the frailty of glass, when he heard the explosion.

That is the end of that chapter! I really want to push to the end now; I don't want people to get bored with the story and stop reading, so it's better to end than linger on and on... Don't worry, there are a few more chapters to go, and I know the last one is going to be good... For all of you wondering about the song and the words that haunt House, you're going to find out later! Thanks for reading and please review! Please! Thank you so much!