Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I own nothing except the sick guy ha-ha!

This is my first House fanfic. I usually write Batman Begins but House's character is so angsty that I couldn't resist.

House emerged into the board room looking a bit more haggard than usual. His eyes were red rimmed leading his team to either believe that he had spent a long night partying (quite possible) or he had a long night in general. Either way, their faces grew still, quieting the chatter House had walked into.

"Please, don't stop the party on my account. In fact, it's just getting started."

There was no response from the other team members.

"No rebuttal? Jeez, I feel so unloved."

House replied making a sad face and pretending to remove tears. Foreman was the first to speak up.

"We have a male patient, age 24, with unexplained physical weakness, headaches and a loss of appetite."

House paused his coffee rummaging to comment.

"Wait, you called me to tell me about a case where the kid probably either is a bulimic vomiting in wastebaskets behind your back or suffers from something like Don't bother me with this crap."

House began to limp toward the direction of the door, graciously opening it for his team.

"Don't waste time standing here in case I'm wrong. Do some tests on the kid. For, God's sake, do I have to do everything around here?"

While the sarcasm that was Gregory House was evident, the fevered pitch was absent causing his co-workers to give him a confused stare.

"Well, moooove it along now little doggies, "he continued shooing them out of the door referring to them as cows. The three of them hurried as fast as possible out of their mentor's way with Cameron the last to go.

"Are you feeling OK?"

House eyed her with his usual contempt.

"Nothing is unexplainable."

His gentle comment caused an awkward silence to break out. It was short lived.

"Looking for the easy way out is just being lazy."

Cameron smirked.

"I guess I was wrong. There is nothing wrong with you."

House bit his lower lip as he hobbled back to the whiteboard whispering under his breath. "Never underestimate yourself, Dr. Cameron."

Cameron joined Chase and Foreman in the hallway.

"That was really weird. Do you think he's trying to tell us something?"

Chase snickered, "What would be weird is House being normal. Nothing that guy ever does is in order."

Foreman remained silent for a moment before speaking up.

"I think there's something wrong with him besides the usual crankiness that is House."

"Me too," Cameron whispered to herself.

House closed the marker that he was using to write on the whiteboard once his colleagues had left the room:

Symptoms:

Fatigue

Trouble breathing

Intolerance to heat

Muscle weakness

House leaned his head dripping beads of sweat on the cool board. God, he thought drinking some cool water and looking at the symptoms he had written that were all his; he hoped that he would be able to get through this.

I hope you all enjoyed the first chapter. Please review. It makes me write faster. Hehe

Next up: House gets progressively worse. Drama and angst continue.