So this is chapter two. I don't know when the next chapter is coming but I haven't written it yet. But I can guarantee that I will write a chapter three.

Oh, and I forgot that in this story, Lisa's daughter Rachel doesn't exist. I like her but I don't know what to do with her if Dr. Cuddy is going to be with Thirteen all the time.

Enjoy!

When Lisa woke up next morning, she saw that Remy was fast asleep. She checked the clock and saw that it was 9 am. Widening her eyes in horror, she remembered that she was supposed to be at work an hour ago. After a few seconds of thinking she came to the conclusion that she couldn't leave Remy alone. She looked at the still figure on the couch. She was sweating but when Lisa peeled the blankets of her body, Remy pulled the blankets back on.

"No, I'm cold." Remy whined and opened her eyes.

"Have it your way." Lisa said, giving her back her blankets.

"But if your fever doesn't go down before dinner I'm taking you to the hospital."

"M'kay..." Remy said already drifting on to sleep again.

"I'm gonna take a shower, but I'll leave the door unlocked if you need me."

Not waiting for an answer, Lisa first called the hospital, telling them she and Thirteen weren't coming in and then went looking for a towel and her clothes. She turned on the shower and after checking the temperature, went in. Twenty minutes later, she was done and dressed so she went into the kitchen in search of some breakfast.

"She needs to buy some food." She thought when she opened the fridge and only found some more toast and jam and a couple of beers.

After her breakfast she checked on Remy again and sat down to finish some paperwork. An hour later, she was done and bored. Remy was still sleeping and she didn't want to wake her by making noises where she slept so she went into Remy's bedroom. She sat down on the bed and looked around. It was dark and looked like it matched Thirteen's personality. She looked around another time and this time a box under Remy's desk caught her attention. Though feeling like she was snooping, she sat down on the floor and looked inside it. There were a bunch of photos and papers.

Looking at one photo at a time, she found that a little girl was on almost all the photos.

The girl looked like a Thirteen miniature with brown long hair and blue eyes, But she was wearing clothes in happier colors than she did now. In some photos she was posing alone but in others she was with a woman with the same hair and nose as Remy. Lisa sat there for a long time and searched through the box, forgetting that now she was definitely snooping.

"The pictures lie."

Lisa turned around quickly, only to see that Remy was leaning on the door.

"We weren't that happy." She continued.

Lisa's cheeks turned red and she stood up.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have looked."

"It's okay, I haven't looked at those photos since I moved away from home." Remy sat down on the floor and Lisa joined her.

She took one photo and showed it to the older doctor.

"This one is from before she started showing symptoms. I was five. Then she began yelling at me and embarrassing me in front of my friends. So I stopped bringing them over."

She turned her head away and took a deep breath. Lisa put the photo back in the box and picked up a picture that clearly a child had made. The white paper was barely visible as it was covered in different shades of blue.

"What's this?" She asked with a smile which faded when she saw the look on Remy's face as she turned around.

"I made that when I was seven. I liked the color." She looked down.

"You okay?" Lisa asked, resting her hand on Remy's shoulder.

"No." She said, her voice barely audible.

Lisa looked at her, just waiting for her to say something more.

"I hated my mother. I wanted her to die. I didn't care about..." Her voice broke. She closed her eyes for a second and continued.

"Now I'm dying from the same thing that tore my family apart". She sniffled and pressed her hands to her eyes. Lisa looked at her as she slouched down and then pulled her into a hug.

"Sorry." She said when they broke the hug. Her eyes welled up with tears and she quickly dried them.

"Talk to me." Lisa said quietly.

"About what?!" She was surprised to hear the tone of Remy's voice. It was angry and broken.

"I'm dying. I'm going to lose control over my body, not being able to walk, Hell, not even being able to have a normal conversation with anyone." Remy's voice rose an octave and she continued to dry her eyes. She took a deep breath and kept talking but this time her words came out almost like a whisper.

"When I left the team, I went to help my brother. He couldn't take care of himself and I lived with him for a while. Then..." She closed her eyes and breathed in.

"One day he looked at me and told me that it was time."

She looked horrified for a second.

"And I killed him."

She stopped drying her eyes and let her arms fall down beside her, as she froze for a moment trying not to break down in front of Dr. Cuddy.

Lisa just stared at her, she had no idea that Thirteen was going through all of this. What she saw next broke her heart. Remy crumpled up in front of her and her hands flew up to her face as her whole body trembled with quiet sobs.

Lisa tried to pull her into a hug , but Remy pushed her away. She didn't cry like that when she had euthanized her brother. Not even when she had tested herself positive for Huntington's. She had always stayed strong, telling herself that if she let one tear fall, she would break completely. Now it hit her how messed up her life was and she was devastated. She wrapped her arms around herself and Lisa tried to hug her again. This time Remy was too weak to push herself away so she curled up in Lisa's arms and just kept on crying. Lisa just stroked her hair and hugged her, feeling her maternal instincts welling up inside her. After a few minutes Remy started feeling her chest tighten. After a long while just crying her heart out, she was beginning to have an asthma attack again. She coughed a few times and tried to calm down but as she felt that it wasn't going to help, she pushed herself away from Lisa. She continued coughing and Lisa hurried to get the inhaler from the living-room. She came back and held the it in front of Remy and she took a few breaths.

"T-thanks." Remy said with a voice that shook with emotion.

"It's okay. Let's get you more comfortable." Lisa helped Remy get up and on the bed and then she got her a glass of water.

"Look, I know you don't like to talk about your personal life." She said when she came back and handed her the glass.

"But if you need to talk to anybody I could get you a session with-"

"No. I don't want to talk to some stranger."

"They can help you. They might know what you're going through."

"Yeah sure. Once you find someone who knows what it's like to have killed their own brother and is dying, you can call me."

Remy was angry. How could she expect her to talk to someone about what she is going through? She just wanted to curl up on the floor, be alone and cry.

"Just leave me alone." Remy mumbled and turned her back on Lisa.

Lisa looked at her back for a minute before speaking.

"Look, you're clearly not dealing with this. You need to talk to someone. Turn around, I'm talking to you!" Lisa almost yelled the last part. It was very frustrating to talk to someone who she knew wasn't listening.

Remy kept staring at the wall with her back at Lisa. She knew she was telling the truth. But then why was it so hard for her to open up to a psychologist? She needed to be alone, to breathe.

"Get out." She said quietly, clenching her fists.

"Leave me alone."

Lisa didn't want to leave her. She was afraid of what Remy might do if she was to be left alone in her bedroom.

"Don't shut me out like this. Don't you know I care about you? Why do you think I went home with you? Remy, you can't hold everything in until you just break down."

"Leave." Remy just kept repeating.

"Leave me alone." She stood up, walked to the bedroom door and opened it.

"I need to be alone." She leaned on the wall behind her. Her legs felt so weak, she thought she was going to drop on the floor any minute. She trembled faintly and her face was pale.

"What you need now is to sit down." Lisa made her way to Remy.

Remy's breath became shallow, she let herself fall on the floor and pulled her knees up to her chest.

Lisa sat down in front of her and put her hand on her knee.

"You can talk to me. I'm not a psychologist but I'm a good listener." Lisa gave her a sad smile and was surprised to see that Remy returned it.

"I'm sorry." She whispered. Lisa put her arm around her and said:

"It's okay. I shouldn't have pushed you. How are you feeling?"

"Sick." Remy answered, still with an apologetic look on her face.

Lisa felt her forehead.

"Look. I know you don't like hearing this, but I'm taking you to the hospital. We don't have to admit you." She added quickly when she saw the look on Remy's face.

"But you are going to my office. And if you feel worse, you're being admitted."

"I'm fine, it's just the flu." Remy said. She absolutely did not want to go to the hospital.

"Stop it." Lisa said sternly. "We are going." She dragged Remy up on her feet and lead her to her drawer.

"Get changed. I'll pack up my things."

Remy glared at her but opened her drawer and picked out some black sweatpants and a t-shirt. After putting on an oversized cardigan, she went to the living-room where Lisa was waiting for her with her purse in her hand.

"Ready?"

Remy nodded and picked up her own purse and reluctantly put in the inhaler Lisa handed her. Her head was pounding and she just wanted to sit down. She followed Lisa out the front door, and locked it.

They got outside and Lisa breathed in the cool air. She felt more alert, but to Remy it had the opposite effect. She only got more nauseous.

When they reached the car, Lisa got in and Remy sat down in the seat next to her. After putting in the car key, they drove off in silence.

Remy leaned her head on the window and closed her eyes. She could feel the fever coming back and she was shivering again. She turned on the heat and turned it up all the way. Lisa looked at her.

"Are you cold?"

Remy nodded and closed her eyes again and pulled the cardigan tighter around her.

Lisa parked the car outside the hospital and helped Remy out. With one hand on Remy's shoulders, she lead her through the front doors. As soon as they walked in, Remy pushed Lisa's arm away and straightened up. She didn't want anyone she knew to see her being babied by her boss. They rode the elevator in silence and luckily didn't meet House or anyone else from the team. When they came to Lisa's office, Remy sat down on the couch, not having the energy to do anything else. She felt awful and to make matters worse, her cough was coming back again. Lisa got a blanket and draped it over Remy's shoulders.

"You rest for a while, then I'll do a quick check-up to see if you're getting better or not." Lisa looked concerned at Remy. She drew the curtains and closed the blinds so no one would disturb them. Then she sat down at her desk and opened her computer to check her emails.

Remy closed her eyes and could feel the fatigue well over her but her head was pounding and as she was thinking that she could never fall asleep with a headache this bad, she did.

I hope you like this chapter and this story. Please review!