Ok the first proper chapter. Hope you enjoy:) don't forget to review. Oh yeah forgot to say… House is not mine (if he was i wouldn't be writing for free) and quotes from the show belong to, well, to the show :)

Chapter Two: The Embers Ignite

Her eyes inches from his, she smirked, swung her dark, flowing curls over her shoulder and proceeded to strut out the room, her ass swinging back and forth with the kind of hypnotic effect that could only be achieved when it was accompanied by a woman on a mission.

House was snapped out of his trance when Cuddy came to a halt, he couldn't hear what she were saying, but he watched as Wilson tried to engage Cuddy in conversation; she cut him down in a matter of seconds, rendered him speechless and then proceeded charge down the corridor with a speed House wouldn't have believed possible in 3 inch heels if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes.

He left her office in his usual uneven manner and attempted to sneak past Wilson, whose eyes were currently still focused on Cuddy's quickly retreating back. The cane however made sneaking a rather impossible process.

Cuddy's office door swung shut with a bang, Wilson's eyes snapped into focus and he swung round; his sandy gaze quickly located the cause of the signature sound of hard wood thumping against the floor. He began to walk towards House, 'Do you have a thing for her? The only people who can get to you' –

House spun round, cutting Wilson off mid flow,

'No!' he stated 'There is not a thin line between love and hate. There is, in fact, a Great Wall of China with armed sentries posted every 20 feet between love and hate.'

After the snappy reply House turned round and raced for the elevator reaching it minutes before Wilson. He watched as House stabbed the close button with his cane.

Wilson slowed, admitting defeat, as the doors slowly slammed shut. In the inch crack before the metal doors blocked House from view he could have sworn he saw his friend smirk and the slight wiggle of his fingers as he waved goodbye.

...(inside the elavator)...

House leant against the walls of the elevator as it rose upwards; he popped his pill into his mouth and sighed.
Wilson's words echoed in his mind as he pondered on the previous argument between him and Cuddy.

Was love and hate really as distant as he originally believed, every time he converses with Cuddy the feeling of fire, frustration and occasionally rage are always accompanied by an unknown sensation, well maybe not unknown, but a sensation which House chose to ignore, it was unwelcome and unwanted, he believed it had died with his leg but by the looks of things Cuddy was relighting that spark with the flame which she ignited every time they argued and the more he acknowledged it the brighter the Embers seemed to glow.