AN: Sorry this took so long. This is also the third version of the ending I wrote. The first two didn't seem to sit right. Thanks to my incredibly wonderful beta Yanto. And also a special thanks to Meatball42 for a second opinion when I wasn't quite certain about things.

Disclaimer: I don't own House... and if I did I don't even think I would have made this happen.

Warning: Major themes of Suicide. Minor hints of rape.

Sealed with a Kiss

"Ok..." he reluctantly began retelling the story, looking anywhere but at her. "It was late one night, I was at a bar trying to forget how pathetic my life had become. The bartender, complete idiot by the way, he took my keys telling me I was too drunk to drive my bike." He took a shaky breath. So far nothing House had said really stood out to the brunette, but she silently continued to listen, preparing herself for whatever 'horror' drove him to be sitting here with her tonight.

"Wilson wouldn't come and pick me up, so I called Cuddy, and without a second thought, of course, she did. Cuddy... she was helping me into my apartment, when I..." House cursed under his breath. Thirteen could tell this was hard on him. "I- I... you have to understand she..." He struggled to look for the right words, and tears were accumulating around his eyes, threatening to fall any second. "She had managed to get me into the bedroom and into bed so I could sleep off the alcohol... But like I said, I was drunk... and lonely. I didn't want her to leave." His voice lowered to almost a non-existent level.

She just continued to listen. Finally realization hit Remy as she connected the dots, knowing where the story was going, and how it was going to end. She interrupted his train of thought, "Is that the real reason Cuddy left the hospital?" When he didn't answer a mixed look of confusion and horror clouded her eyes. "House?"

He turned his head farther away from her, not wanting to see her reaction. She asked for the truth. She wanted this. She wouldn't let it go. House kept talking, his voice saturated with regret."I just wanted to feel something. She had told me how she felt the night before, she told me she loved me." He brought his hands up to his face, cradling his head gently. "I knew it was wrong. I told you. I pushed everyone in my life away."

His voice became quite, a whisper so low she almost thought it wasn't meant for her to hear. "She kept saying no. Not now. Not like this. Not while you're drunk." The words kept echoing in his head as he confessed them to Thirteen. "She started screaming when I didn't listen." His red, tear filled eyes met the brunettes. "I raped Lisa Cuddy."

She was having trouble sleeping. Cameron couldn't shake the weird feeling she had gotten from Remy earlier that night. Right after the blonde had run into the younger doctor on the empty hospital floor, she had gone home. Ever since Cameron had taken Cuddy's position as the Dean of Medicine, she no longer stayed at the hospital to all crazy hours of the night. Tonight however, was an exception. After she had finished up what work she had been doing, she drove home on the completely deserted streets.

Cameron hadn't even been home and in bed much more than an hour, and she couldn't stop thinking about Remy's face from when she saw her. The look in the brunettes' eyes burned into the back of Cameron's skull. It was a look the doctor had seen far too many times on dying patients and their families, but it seemed foreign as it had spread across Thirteen's features.

She knew her and the younger doctor hadn't put in the most effort in the past to start a friendship, however in the past several months, Allison really had started to enjoy her company. She liked having a girl to talk to, vent problems to, someone to not be alone with.

Because of the sullen, off-putting attitude Remy had only a short hour before hand, Cameron felt the need to make sure everything was all right. She reached for her phone on her nightstand and dialed the familiar number on her phone. The number rang for what seemed like forever before the blonde was sent to voice mail. She smiled as she heard Thirteen's voice, so chipper telling her to leave a message. Then she realized that if something had been wrong, a message would do no good.

Not knowing what else to do, Cameron called House, a number she had called too many times in the past 8 years of her life. His phone did the same as Remy's, ringing until it redirected her to a voicemail. Although this wasn't an unusual result to be seen when calling House, it still sent a wave of panic through Allison. She had seen his motorcycle still parked outside the hospital she was leaving, she had an awful feeling about what was going on.

Allison had bolted out of bed and into a clean pair of scrubs that she kept in the house as fast as she could. She ran out the door with her car keys, not even bothering to grab her license. In the car she tried redialing House and Thirteen's phones several more times before she decided it was useless. She left her car by the curb of the hospital, as ran through the doors as fast as she was physically able to.

She wouldn't have been so panicked if she hadn't noticed slight changes in both of the doctors' behaviors recently. She cursed herself for not taking bigger care and pushing them to both open up more. This was her hospital now, and she was responsible for everything that went on in it. It was more than that however, these weren't just any random doctor's in the hospital. These were two doctors she had worked with, had grown close to. Had feelings for. Cameron didn't know what would have happened if she could have stopped something, but she was instead too late.

She bypassed the elevators, and instead ran up the stairs, taking two at a time. Her quick pace rapidly came to a halt however, when she reached the fourth floor. Everything was eerily quiet. She slowly approached the glass walls of the differential room, her heart racing. Everything was black, all the lights had been turned off at the end of the work day. She was about to turn around and kick herself for panicking unnecessarily when she noticed the familiar messenger bag on the chair. Remy wouldn't have left it here.

The panic in her rose again as she entered the differential room. Her hand lingered on the bag momentarily before she pushed through to House's conjoining office. That's when she saw it. Her heart sank, her stomach fell, all the wind in her lungs left without so much as a warning. Cameron stood frozen as she stared at her teary eyed colleague with a hand full of pills in one hand and a bottle of water in the other.

She could see Remy's hands visible shaking as she brought her hand closer to her mouth. She hadn't noticed the blonde standing several feet away on the other side of the glass doors. The brunette turned her head, staring at House's dying body. He had taken the pills minutes before hand, and he was slowly slipping away. Remy took a deep breath, she acknowledged both of them needed this peacefully rest, it was their time.

Cameron was in tears. She was almost too shocked to move, to say anything. She was snapped out of her trance as she saw Remy look up at her for the first time, guilt clouding her eyes, guilt and pain. "Rem- What the hell are you doing?" Her voice was weak, and shaky to the point where Cameron didn't even know if the words were recognizable.

A steady stream of salty tears poured out of the brunette's puffy blood-shot eyes. She shook her head slowly, refusing to answer the question, and shoved the mound of barbiturate into her mouth. She wasn't going to let anyone stop her now. She needed the pain to be gone. She needed the memory of her brother to be gone.

"Remy, no!" The blonde surged forward, her trance cut by the motion of Remy popping the multitude of pills. Bursting through the doors separating the balcony from the office, she rushed to her knees to try and stop her actions. "Rem, what the hell are you doing?" Her voice came out louder, more forceful this time, but it was almost masked by the hysterics of the tears. Why are you doing this?

She had her small delicate fingers down her throat, attempting to force a gag reflex. The brunette struggled with Allison, trying to remove the determined blonde's grasp on her. Only when she coughed up the white capsules did Allison push herself angrily back against the glass doors. She turned her head away, not being able to look at her friend who had almost left her to face the world alone. A million and more things were running through her mind. Buried within all the chaos cluttering in her head, Cameron couldn't ignore the one question that was screaming over all the rest. 'What would I do without her?'

"What the fuck Remy? What's wrong with you?" She didn't mean to be yelling at her but she couldn't control the emotions that were washing through her in painful waves. "Were you really going to just leave me here?" Her words came out spiteful. She wasn't giving her any sympathy, she was angry and scared. She wasn't angry with the obviously broken woman, far from it. She was angry at herself for not being there before everything spiraled to a point where Remy had felt this was her last option.

Time seemed to slow down. The brunette was lying slumped along the balcony glass, her face hidden in her long hair. Cameron couldn't hear anything besides her heart beating in her ears, drowning the rest of the world out.

Only after she managed to stifle the crying long enough to regain her vision did she remember her former boss. It didn't take much looking around on the small balcony to spot his body. "House..." Cameron's voice came out weak and frail once more. "House!" She tried again, putting in strength she didn't have into calling out to the broken man. This can't be happening. "Remy. How long ago did he take it?" Cameron needed to know. She needed to know the chances of her friend living. Despite everything, he was a friend.

She didn't answer. She hadn't moved from the position the blonde had left her in. She gave her a small nudge to wake Remy from her trance. "Please, help me save him." Her voice was desperate, her worst nightmares were coming true. After a moment of silence, she finally spoke. "He doesn't want to be saved. Neither of us did." Her voice was raspy, but blunt. The words hit Cameron hard and it made her realize just how defeated the woman was.

Things had changed since last year. Things weren't what they used to be. It was clear from the dejected tone in Remy's voice, things were never going to be the same again.

Cameron leaned in closely to listen for his breathing. Nothing. She reached a shaky hand to his throat to check for a pulse. Nothing. She knew there wouldn't be anything she could do. Time of death, 3:17 am.

Cameron sat beside his body in the moon light, still too shocked to move. All she felt like doing was curling up into a ball and crying her eyes out. She looked up at Thirteen, who hadn't had the courage to look in the blonde's direction the entire time. "Can you at least tell me why?"

Rays of sunlight peaked through the window. Thirteen uncomfortably shifted in bed. Worst fucking nightmare ever. But then as she began to open her eyes, at the begging of the rising sun, she realized it was so much worse. It was reality. She frantically looked around the hospital room. She attempted to get out of the bed and run, but she noticed her hands were cuffed to the bed. Thirteen sunk back in defeat. She knew what had happened, she could recall ever detail of the night. House was dead. It was her fault. Again.

Cameron slowly opened the door to the brunette's room. She started at the woman as she laid there. Remy had lost all her will to fight, and the blonde still didn't know why. She hesitantly entered the room and sat on the bed with her. Remy didn't do so much as to even acknowledge her presence. "Can we talk... please?" Her voice sounded desperate. She didn't want to lose her too. She just couldn't.

"There isn't anything to say." Remy's eyes stayed glued to the wall.

Allison nodded. "Ok. If you wont talk than I will." She needed her to hear it. "Rem, when I saw you out there... everything stopped." She fought back tears. "I guess what they say is true, you know, about never knowing what you have until its gone..." Remy slowly turned her head, she couldn't see the blonde's face because Cameron's eyes were trained on the hem of the bedding that she was fidgeting with.

"I don't know why you did it, Rem. I really don't, but what I do know is that I don't think I could have lived if you did..." She hadn't planned out her speech, she didn't know what she was saying or where it was going. All she knew was it was true. "You-you can't just leave me here. You have to find a reason to keep going, I-I need you."

She didn't know what was going on, or what overcame her, but Allison bent down and placed a kiss on her soft lips. After a moment she pulled back and stared into her brilliantly blue eyes and told her the one thing she was sure about. "You can't stop fighting, because I love you, Rem."

AN: Ok I hope you liked it. This was really hard for me to write because it was really emotional. Tell me what you think.