Walls.
The structures that surround us. The building blocks of our privacy, our security.
They are mostly built for two reasons: to keep something in or to keep something out. In a lot of cases, both reasons apply.
There are the walls that make up our home, keeping us safe from the outside world, and lock us into the tight unit most of us can call a family.
Then there are the walls that surround an entire country, trapping people in and keeping unwanted invaders and ideas away. The walls that come with armed guards at every hundred feet and will shoot you down whether you are brining in a bomb or just dropping off a package for you aunt. You do not breach these types of walls.
Intangible walls.
These invisible barriers enclose each and every one of us. The building of these walls begins as we grow. At first we are young and just wanting anyone to play and spend time with us. We are new to the world. We leave the door to our hearts open for anyone to walk in and enjoy some freshly brewed ice tea. But as we grow, we eventually let the wrong people wander through the door and we realize we need to go buy some locks.
But some of us make keys. We let people in. We grow, we heal and we live our lives. The walls around our hearts have wounds that reflect our pain, but we still keep going.
Everyone has walls.
His wall is strong but he knows how fragile it can be. One key was made and that is for him and him alone. The wall of Gregory House's heart can be seen from miles away and everyone stays clear.
Well, not everyone.
Wilson.
To him, Wilson's wall seems like an open house. With three marriages under his belt, Wislon can't have the greatest security system. But no matter how many times he has let someone in, and no matter how many times he has gotten hurt, he still keeps trying. He feels that what he gains from opening up to someone is far more rewarding then what he looses when it ends. All he needs is to love, and to love is all he needs.
But that was Wilson.
Dr. Gregory House was a completely different species. His wall was not to be breached and he was grateful that few have tried. For no one can climb the walls surrounding his heart. At least that is what he thought.
Allison Cameron.
Now as House sat and analyzed the "housing" situation of the people around him, he was not sure what kind of walls she enclosed herself in.
No armed gunman, but he could never see everything about her at one glance.
Trying to dissect Cameron's soul was like going to visit the White House. He could tour and never really come to close to anything because she lined her heart with red velvet rope on golden stands that linked together with tiny hooks. He could easily hop over, ok not hop, but it was easy to get a closer look at who she was. At least the parts she wanted the public to see.
But what about the other parts of her heart. The rooms you don't get to see on the tour. The rooms that are for the eyes of the specialized personal only. The people who the know the eighteen digit pass code. These rooms were highly confidential.
He had taken the tour more then once, even bought a few souvenirs along the way. But for him it wasn't enough. He wanted to see the inside, to be allowed in the secret rooms of her heart. He has never really wanted that kind of access to emotion before, he had honestly never really cared for the secret rooms of others.
But Cameron did something to him. The effect she had on him was truly indescribable. To him, it wasn't a complete stretch of the imagination to see her climb his walls while he toured her heart. It wasn't a complete stretch to see them build a wall of their own.
Gregory House was never one for change but he needed to see the other rooms. He needed to know her pass code and in return, maybe he would need to make an extra set of keys.
Wilson would be so proud.
He thought to himself as he glanced at the lower right hand of his computer.
2 am, an hour and a half of self reflection and all I got was that I might want to try to get to know Cameron. Maybe. It might be ok to have more then one friend...
Placing both hands under his damaged limb he eased his leg from its spot on his desk and gently lowered it to the floor before getting up. He put away the latest patient file and left his office.
The drive back to his home was nothing but a blur. His mind bank and focused on the empty road ahead of him. He thought enough about his life today and needed to sleep.
While going through routine, before bed tasks he stopped and looked at his reflection in the mirror above his white porcelain sink.
Truly looking, he didn't like what he saw. Ignoring the white foam of toothpaste around his mouth, he closely examined the man before him. Dark circles surrounding the eyes that were once full of so much light. Speckles of grey could be seen from his hair to his three-day-old beard. He did not like what he saw. He saw tired.
He saw miserable.
He saw alone.
Shaking himself out of his trance he ran the water and rinsed his mouth of toothpaste. Taking one last look at himself before heading off to his bedroom.
Change.
He needed to do something about his walls and tomorrow was going to be demo day.
Alarm clock set and ready for seven thirty a.m.
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