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Chp 18: All good things ...
"Wilson! You better have a great explanation for being here!" Allison yelled, as she stood at the door with her hands on her hips.
Wilson looked at her with a confused look on his face. "Umm. Trying to sell you, your dream home?" Noting that she had not said a word or moved an inch, he let out a long sigh. "Be nice now. This is my first time selling a house."
At this, Allison rolled her eyes and walked passed him into the house. Wilson looked to the car in the driveway and glared at the driver of the car. The two men seemed to be on the same wavelength and hopefully the glare would get Wilson's thought across to House.
"You owe me."
Wilson closed the door softly and went to find his 'client'. Currently she was standing in the middle of the living room with her mouth open and her eyes widened. "I take it that you like the house?"
"Wilson, this house is the most beautiful house that I have ever seen. It must cost a fortune, there is no way that I could ever afford this." Allison said, looking around the house.
"It's a steal trust me. I want to get rid of it." Wilson said as he followed her around the house. Allison looked at him this time with a confused look on her face. "Let's just say that I was lucky enough to get it in a bad break up."
"Ah, I see." Allison said, barely noticing him.
"Now, I have had about 10 minutes to practice this." He said as he walked to her. "Time to tour the house."
"Ok. Lead the way." Allison said, gesturing for Wilson to start.
The tour went through the kitchen, which has an island in the middle of the kitchen. Above the island was a wire hanging rack for pots and pans. The kitchen has two sinks and a large preparation area just beside the stove. The kitchen has a beautiful bay window and an inner and outer nook leading from the kitchen.
Next came the living room and the dining room, the bedrooms and the loft. Each room flew by Allison, who already had her heart set on this house. The last room left was the study or family room, to others. Allison walked to the closed door and her breath caught in her throat. In the middle of the room was a baby grand piano. Hanging over the piano was a hanging lamp, the lamp held tea-light candles. Allison could just picture in her mind what the room would look like with the candles lit. In the corner of the room were two bookcases and a comfy daybed. Above the daybed was a very old bottle of scotch with two sifter glasses. Everything looked very personal; it almost made Allison want to back away from the room.
The room looked like a retreat, Allison absolutely loved it. "Who does all this belong too?" Allison asked, looking at Wilson.
Wilson, who had gone utterly silent just looked at her with a look akin to guilt. "It's mine, actually." He said, lying through his teeth. He hoped that Allison wouldn't see through it.
"Right." Allison said, walking to the piano. "So, Wilson. Since when did you play piano?" She asked, trying to catch him. She just walked towards him, running her fingers on the piano. When she walked to Wilson, she stopped suddenly and turned to look at the piano.
A flash ran through her, and jolted her brain into remembering something important. Something that was overlooked when she came in the room. Memories of her in the rain and walking to a cold door. Saying goodbye, and crying tears of pain in the rain. In the midst of her memories, she didn't realize that someone had joined them.
"Wilson, this piano looks very familiar almost like." Allison said, slowly stepping towards the piano in a daze.
"Mine." Came a scruffy voice from behind her. Allison turned sharply to look at the new arrival in the room. He just looked at her with those intense eyes as he started limping towards her. "And the reason that it's here, is because this house belongs to me."
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"Your house? But Wilson said …" Allison started, looking at Wilson for some support. When he looked away, the truth became painfully aware to her. She didn't even finish her sentence before she sat on the piano bench, not really trusting her legs anymore.
"Everybody lies, Cameron." House supplied to her, as he looked down to her. "Even wonder boys."
House looked down at the woman in front of him and sighed, she seemed to be staring right through him. Wilson moved to go to comfort her, but a freezing look from House stopped him in his tracks. With a glare and one last look at House, Wilson left the room quietly. Allison didn't even budge from her spot on the bench.
It only took a few minutes for his leg to start cramping, before he sat down on the bench beside her. The two sat there in silence, both in their own thoughts. It was Allison who finally broke the silence between the two of them.
"It doesn't matter what we do, you will never get over her will you. No matter what happens or doesn't happen, that will be one hurdle that you never be able to get over." Allison said, to him in a soft voice. "I won't have a spot in you until you get over it."
House just sat there and listened to her speak to him. It really wasn't his intent to cause her pain. But, she seemed to know what his head was thinking. "And yet another reason for you to not try and fix me." He said, not looking at her.
A sad chuckle came from her and he immediately regretted putting her in this situation, which was new for him. The person that normally didn't care about how people felt, actually regretting something he had done. So, he did the normal and just sat there.
"I'm going to have Wilson take me home." Allison said after a few minutes. She rose from the bench on shaky legs and began to walk to the door. She didn't get two steps before she felt a firm hand grab a hold of her elbow, holding her back. When she looked at the person holding her she felt her heart constrict. It was almost as if someone had taken her breath from her.
House didn't say anything. Heck, he wasn't even looking at her. The only way that she knew that he wanted anything was the fact that he had her elbow in a vice grip. But Allison didn't want him to just look at her or hold her back. She wanted him to tell her to stay. This was a step, a baby step compared to the hell that would come after words but a step nonetheless. If he could just take a leap, even just a hop then she would be convinced.
He felt a soft hand on his check and looked up at her. All the feelings he was feeling were not new to him, just old feelings that came to the surface. But much stronger, his head knew what he should be saying. His 'Wilson' conscience was yelling at him to say what he wanted to tell her, what she wanted him to say.
But, not all the feelings that resurfaced were good. Doubt, Betrayal and a lingering fear of loneliness again filled him. Allison could see it in his eyes, on his face. The doubt that wasn't directed towards her, just what she could come to be.
It was at this moment that she truly hated Stacy Warner. She had broken this man and left him to remain that way, it almost made tears come to her eyes. But she stopped them before they could form; there would be time for that later.
So, she did what she had to do. She gently took his hand off her arm and bent down to kiss his scruffy cheek. The hurdle would not be crossed today. This time, he let her walk away. This time, he watched her walk away. He was surprised that this time, she didn't turn around. A sense of ending filled him and how he wanted to run to reach her, but he wouldn't. It was safer this way, safer for her.
It was at this moment that House realized one very important truth that he never let him realize before this moment. The thought made him chuckle in a sad sort of way, and when he heard the front door close and a car start up, he rose from the piano bench. This feeling he knew, this memory was much like another. He limped to the window in the room and watched the car leave.
'Everybody lies'
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For one in his life, James Wilson didn't know what to say or do. House was easy to deal with, which he would have to deal with after he dropped off Cameron. But, Cameron was the tricky one. She seemed to be just an over obsessive perfectionist before, but now she was different. She was a damn good doctor, a beautiful woman who was kind and considerate, she was a loving and wonderful mother, and now she was the one person that held his friend's heart in her hands. Only he wasn't aware of that bit yet.
And now here he was, driving her away from the thing that his two friends needed. each other.
"I think this is a mistake." Wilson said, to no one in particular. He was actually probably telling it to himself.
"He has to come to me, you of all people should understand that. If he doesn't it'll just happen again." Allison said to him. "If he doesn't come to me, it will mean nothing. He needs to understand. He needs to let it go."
Wilson drove the rest of the way to her apartment in silence. After he dropped her off, he would go back to the house. He was sure that his friend would be there still and the he would most likely need him tonight, even if he would never tell him that. When he pulled into her complex, he stopped the car and went to get out of the car.
"You don't have to get out, Wilson. I appreciate it, but I would rather like you to go back to him. He won't ever say it, but he will need you there." Allison said, as she moved to open the door.
Wilson just sat there and leaned back on the door to look at her. She looked tired and like she was about to fall apart. House had just broken her heart again, and she wanted him to go and be there for him. Wilson understood women but he would never understand Allison.
"Either you are the most naïve person I have ever met or the most caring person in the world." Wilson sighed as he turned from her and turned the car on again.
"Probably a little of both. Thank you Wilson." Allison said, before getting out of the car and trudging up to the entrance of her apartment building.
Wilson watched her leave and he felt his heart go out to her. That never ending smile was on her face but he could see her mood in the way she hung her head slightly, in the way she walked with her shoulder's hunched a little more. The one person that actually would be wonderful for his friend always got side tracked by the one that was the worst for him. But he respected her wishes and he left the complex and went back to House. He could see her outline slowly disappear in his rear view mirror.
It was the hardest thing that he ever had to do and he was going to let House know about it.
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"So, do you think you're mom's home yet?" Daniel asked, as he helped his daughter unload the trunk of his car. They had managed to go to every single store in the mall, at least 3 bags worth of something from each store and only spent a little over seven hundred dollars. Another wonderful trait picked up from mom.
"I don't know. She wouldn't tell me what she was doing today." Hannah said, looping four shopping bags on each arm and walking towards the door to the apartment complex.
"Hmm." Daniel said to himself, following he to the apartment.
The closer that Hannah got to the apartment, the more apprehensive she felt. It was weird; she felt that something was very wrong. She looked over at her dad and saw that nothing was wrong, but something was definitely off.
They got to the door and just as Hannah put the key in the lock, the door opened. In the doorway stood her mother with a fake smile on her face, in her pajamas. It was so fake; Hannah figured that her dad would call her on it.
"Whoa! What happened to you to make you so happy?" Daniel said, walking passed Hannah and into the apartment to dump all the bags.
Hannah mentally smacked her father repeatedly with a frying pan for being a typical male. She followed him and looked at her mother, who was barely keeping it together. All this of course, went unnoticed to her dolt of a father.
"Dad. I'm tired and I want mom to look at all the stuff I .."
"I bought her." Daniel corrected, smiling to Allison.
"Right." Hannah said, not taking her eyes off her mother. "So, are you going to come by tomorrow before you leave?"
"Yeah. I'll take you both to breakfast. I need to talk to your mom anyways." Daniel said, still completely oblivious. Hannah gave him a big hug and a kiss. Before he left, he gave Allison a kiss on her cheek and a hug as well.
Once he was out the door, Hannah locked it and turned to see her mother still standing in front on the door. It was then that the dam broke free and the tears started falling. Allison slowly collapsed against the door and put her chin on her knees and cried loudly.
Within seconds, Hannah was beside her. All she did was pull her mother into her arms, letting her cry on her shoulder. No questions were asked, no words were said, all the pain that Allison had been accumulating just flowed out. It hurt Hannah too see the most caring person that she knew like this. To be hurt over and over again by the person you love and not say anything about it. She knew what this pain felt like; she felt it every year without her mother. The pain of rejection, the loss of love and the feeling of never-ending sadness, feelings of remorse and guilt, it all came out.
So the two sat there huddled against each other, firmly holding each other. Hannah grew closer to her mother at this one moment in time. Mother and Daughter finally understood each other.
And in the midst of all this two broken hearts were finally able to truly start healing, as one relationship seemed to be ending another was being built stronger than ever.
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Wilson was not at all surprised to find House in the almost exact place that he left him. With the exception of the glass of scotch and that now he was playing the piano. So, Wilson did what he normally does. He took off his shoes, poured himself a drink and sat in the chair and waited. He was actually trying to figure out what to say that was not on his mind right now, because if he just came out and said it, it wouldn't be pretty.
After a few minutes, he downed his drink and sighed, 'To hell with it', he thought to himself before starting in on his friend.
"You really did it this time, you know." Wilson said, taking a breath before starting again.
"I know." House said, as he continued to play "You don't know me" on the piano.
Wilson deflated at that point. This wasn't at all turning out like it was supposed too. "I told you this wasn't a good idea. Did you even think about what would happen before you brought her over here?"
House just let him rant. The whole day ran through his head, what he thought would happen. He had really wanted to do it to help. He would have Allison and Hannah in a nice house in a nice neighborhood. Safe and closer to him, just one of the many times that his head was in the right place, just not his heart.
Never his heart.
"House?"
"Yes honey?" He asked, not bothering to look at him.
"What are you going to do now?" Wilson asked, frustrated at him for not even listening to him for the last few minutes.
"Nothing."
"You know, for one of the smartest men in the states, you are the dumbest when it comes to her. And I don't get it. It should be the easiest decision that you would ever have to make." Wilson started, getting the momentum that he was searching for, "And what I don't understand is that you love her! You have since the moment that she walked through that door to get a job here! Get over it House, whatever you need to do to get over Stacy. Because you will lose her and there won't be any going back from that point."
By this point in the argument, Wilson had begun to see red. House was currently ignoring him, closing into himself like he normally does. Wilson took a deep breath to continue his trek but immediately closed it when he heard a banging G minor and A major on the piano.
This conversation was over. The line had been drawn; anything else would be a waste of breath. All Wilson could do was stare at his back and sigh.
Silently, House heard Wilson leave the room. He reached to the left and took his glass of scotch and took a long sip. Looking back at the piano, he began to play. In his mind's eye, he could picture the person that he was playing to.
It wasn't Stacy Warner.
Until next time …