Disclaimer: I do not own House, or any characters. I do not take claim for it either. Sorry!

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Walls of Glass: House deals with the return of Cameron who left three years ago. What will happen between them now? Is she over him? HOURON House/Cameron

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Chapter 1, My Own Reflection

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He peered out the window looking at the sunrise, the break of day. Though, looking through the window gave him pause as well because before him stood his own reflection. His deep crystal-blue eyes shining back at him deep, unnerving, and unsettling. They lie in a face of angles and planes worn just a little by his work, his maturity, with a weeks worth of stubble always in place, always there. His hair was deep, rich with gray in areas, but he didn't care to notice. He enjoyed his disheveled appearance.

His shirt was a light blue and the collar was spread apart by the few buttons at the top that were always left open...the left side was stuck under his slate grey coat and both sleeves were unbuttoned and hung loosely. Sighing he grabbed his cane and hoisted himself from the chair and watched as his jeans made different creases as he walked leaning heavily on the cane for support. Not liking to see himself limp he turned away from the window and grabbed the yo-yo off his desk. As soon as he looked up he saw his reflection once more. I guess that's what happens when your office is glass.

Sighing he settled his cane against his desk, then ran his now free hand through his hair causing it to fall into place. It was just another ordinary day for Dr. Greg House.

Early mornings gave House time to think about what's happened in his life. Up until today things were usual...and Cuddy had other ideas. Cameron was back. Three years ago she decided to leave because of Voulger. She told him that she was the obvious choice and resigned...He didn't want her to. Allison...the name he never used. It felt foreign the first time he used it those three years ago. Greg didn't want her to go, but couldn't tell her why. Now all he can do is sit in the office and stare at his own reflection.

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Three years earlier...

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He walked into his office like every morning to see her sitting in his chair, huddled over his desk sorting mail. Every morning he'd pause just to watch her nimble fingers flip and sort...she was beautiful, but he'd never admit that to anyone else. Her hair was in a loose hanging pony tail and flipped over her right shoulder. The brown colored curls wisped about over her white lab coat. Her attire suited her. Light grey formal coat with a white and pink striped shirt. Mostly white and thin pink vertical stripes. The shirt was buttoned up to her collar bone and the collar was neatly done over the top of both coats and straight.

By the time he was done she looked up and those blue-green eyes, set in soft curves of her face, had met his. She smiled and handed him his coffee. The clip-clomp of her heeled boots was the only thing he heard as he watched her retreating form make leave for the conference room, the white of her lab coat billowing neatly behind her and over her pants that matched her coat. Dr. Allison Cameron.

He usually would just want to know about someone because that's just who he is. Manipulative and a jerk. Greg made himself that way so he'd never get involved with someone. Yet here was Cameron, always caring...always supportive. Somehow he felt that maybe there was something more.

Serious, he was only that way when treating an illness or talking to Wilson. However, he was becoming serious again about a woman. Something he said he'd never do again after Stacy left him five years ago. Though, no matter how many times he tried, he couldn't deny that there was something different about Cameron.

Slumping in his chair with a light groan, he popped a coupe of Vicodin and tilted his head back as he felt it take effect. Turning back to his desk he found letters from people, like always, that Cameron had opened. He read over the first few and he came over the fourth letter that sounded strange to him. After reading off the symptoms, he wrote some notes at the bottom of the page and made a call. Turns out the patient had already been transferred to PPTH. Sighing he grabbed his cane and heaved himself from the desk-chair, grabbed his empty mug to head into the conference office. Their he found her at her desk as he dropped the letter in front of her.

"You wrote them?" He answered gruffly.

"Nope. Cuddy did." She answered simply, eyes never leaving the screen. "It was originally addressed to her...she wrote back and had it forwarded."

"Oh" He then walked off towards the coffee pot and poured himself another cup. Looking for the sugar he asked. "Where are Tweetle-de and Tweetle-dum?"

"Clinic duty." She replied to his gruff question. "Where you should be."

"I told her I wasn't playing doctor anymore." He snapped his fingers.

"I've been thinking." Cameron sighed. "I had a job offer in Kansas, I'm taking it."

Greg turned to her, his expression absent. "Why?"

"There's nothing for me here anymore." She sighed and turned to him. "I can't stay. Vogler is at your neck...and I just can't stay."

"Don't want me to fire Foreman? Saving him?" He asked walking up to her and locking eyes. "Why are you saving him?"

"I'm not, I'm saving myself."

His eyes widened and his expression darkened as he placed his mug down. "What do you want, more money? Car allowance? Better parking?"

"Nothing you want to give me." She sighed. "I just can't stay."

"You're a good doctor..."

"Sometimes that's not enough. You'll have my resignation letter tomorrow. Today's my last day here House." Her eyes caught his. "There's only two ways I can deal with things...one is in my control and that's leaving." (1)

"Allison."

"Goodbye House." She tried to hold back her tears as she walked out of the conference room leaving Greg dumbfounded beyond belief and beyond repair.

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Present day...

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That was the last time he'd seen her. So why was she back?

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