Remy Hadley clutched the steering wheel of her mini-cooper. Her vision was blurred slightly by her tears. She was so pissed she swore she felt her cheeks burning. Three weeks. She had hoped for three weeks that this nightmare would be over, that one bullshit night wouldn t ruin her life. She paused at a stoplight, nearly missing it due to her racing thoughts.

Fuck, She cursed under her breath. As she watched the red bulb above her, she decided that she was severely fucked. Then, the tears started coming faster. Allison would never forgive her for this.

She steadily applied pressure to the gas pedal as the light turned green. She didn t even know who s place she was driving to. She couldn t go to Cameron s. She couldn t be alone at her own place.

29 Days Earlier (Night)

Allison Cameron kissed Remy Hadley's shoulder, starting at the crook of her neck and trailing her lips down. Remy hummed as her eyes closed blissfully.

"You can take my mind off of anything, Allie." Remy's voice was light and feathered, almost as if the turmoil of the day was just floating off of her. Cameron s breath on the back of her neck made her head swim.

"Mission accomplished," Cameron giggled as she squeezed Remy's hip excitedly. She slowly grinded her hips into Remy's backside.

Remy chuckled. "Eager tonight, aren't we?" She teased as she turned in Cameron's arms to face the blonde beauty.

Cameron buried her face into Remy s hair, breathing in deeply and letting her hands roam around the younger woman's hips. "It was a long day, Rem." She sighed suggestively.

Remy took the hint and captured Allison's lips with her own, prolonging the kiss for as long as their lungs would allow. The younger woman could feel the smile forming on her companion's lips. Remy's hand trailed down to Cameron s hips.

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The women woke in a tangle of limbs and sheets.

Cameron grunted when the alarm clock went off. The mornings always came too soon.

"Rem," Cameron nudged her sleeping girlfriend. Remy's eyes opened slowly, almost painfully.

Remy rolled over on her side and moaned tiredly.

"Rem, get up." Cameron said gently as she began to move the covers off of her body. She swung her legs off the side of the bed. Her blonde locks cascaded over her bare chest and back, giving her the look of a roman goddess in the morning sun. She stood up and sauntered over to the bathroom. "If you get up now, you can join me!" She called as she turned the hot water knob on the shower.

Remy sat up and ran a hand through her hair.

"I might take you up on that." She said dazedly. The brunette walked to the bathroom and rested on the door frame. She crossed her arms over her chest and watched Cameron brush her teeth as the water got hot. "I m not ready to go into work today." Remy said as she messaged her forehead.

"I can understand that," Cameron replied, barely audible while she was brushing. She spit out the toothpaste and rinsed her mouth. "It makes sense that you're worried about Elizabeth's test results." She leaned over towards the shower and stuck her hand in. "Ouch!" She pulled back quickly. "Too hot." She turned the shower slightly towards cold .

"The worst part is that House will find enjoyment in it." Remy huffed out.

"House finds enjoyment in everyone's problems". Cameron replied as she tested the water again. "Okay, it's perfect." She said, referring to the shower.

Remy pulled her shirt over her head and followed Cameron into the steam.

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Remy took a deep breath before pulling the handle on the door of the diagnostics room. House's cane was tapping on the glass table, his body rested and stretched out on the swivel chair. Remy acknowledged his normal demeanor with mixed thoughts. She sat next to Taub, trying to ignore the looks she got from the rest of the team.

"So, are Elizabeth's results in?" Remy asked, acting as nonchalant as possible.

"Inconclusive," Foreman replied, rubbing his temples.

"Well, that's good, right?" Remy urged, trying to get a response from her stagnant coworkers.

"It just means that she doesn't have the specific immune disorder we tested her for." Chase replied. Remy could feel her jaw go slightly slack.

"We tested her for Huntingtons." Remy insisted.

"No, House made us test her for Lupus." Taub interjected.

Remy's eyes met his in a fierce gaze. "Can I talk to you, alone please?" The men glanced at House and his relaxed composure.

They didn't move from their seats.

"You heard her," House said, waving them off. "Get out."

"What are we supposed to- " Chase started but House cut him off.

"Clinic, go."

The three men walked out of the diagnostic room, glad they were removing themselves from the line of fire. After the were gone, Remy put her hands on her hips and stood her ground.

"Why?" Remy questioned.

"Why?" House repeated, egging her on.

"God damnit House! Why did you test for Lupus?" Remy almost yelled.

"I had to eliminate all poss-"

"It is never Lupus." Remy's face was almost red, her inner kettle boiling over. "Why are you doing this? I mean, I know you're an ass, but why prolong her diagnosis? If its Huntington's we can start her on physical therapy, maybe start her on the newest trial..." Remy's mind was racing.

"Thirteen," House held up his hand. "She doesn't have Huntingtons." Remy's eyes got even bigger and she started pacing.

"If you don't even believe in the diagnosis, then why the hell are you doing this to me?" Remy challenged.

House raised his eyebrow. "I am doing nothing. You have let yourself get crazy."

"Screw you, House." Remy scowled. She couldn't stay in that room any longer. She practically marched out of the room and down the hall to the elevator. She pressed the button for floor 3, Elizabeth's floor.

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Remy calmed down considerably by the time she reached Elizabeth's room. She took a deep breath, watching the girl in her bed. She was sitting up, intently focused on a book. Remy could remember when that was her.

Remy pushed open the door almost timidly.

Elizabeth looked up from her novel and her eyes almost lit up at the sight of Remy.

"Hey," Remy said softly, a small smile tugging on her lips.

"Hey." Elizabeth set her book on the table next to the bed.

"Where are your parents?" Remy asked as she adjusted Elizabeth's salene pouch.

"In the cafe. They asked me if I wanted them to bring back food but I said no. I'm not really hungry." Elizabeth replied, resting her back against the pillow.

"You sure?" Remy urged. "The hospital food isn't entirely gross." She joked, wanting the girl to eat something.

Elizabeth smiled. She looked weak, but not horrible. "Maybe later."

Remy's eyes wandered to the salene pouch then to the tiles on the floor. She knew what she wanted to do. And what would she be risking? House finding out, and what? What could he do? Her sanity hung in the balance.

"Elizabeth, I'm sorry but I'm going to have to take more blood, for a secondary test." Remy asserted kindly. Elizabeth looked complacent but Remy could tell that this girl was not in the mood to give more bodily fluids.

"Okay." Elizabeth said slowly. "How much?"

"Only a vial," Remy said gently.

"Okay." Elizabeth nodded.

Remy dug into the drawer next the hospital bed and got the proper instruments. As she sanitized Elizabeth's arm, she prayed that she was wrong. She wanted to be wrong more than anything, to be able to send this pretty little girl off with nothing more than moderate dehydration and stomach bug. That would be too easy for House. Remy thought bitterly as she positioned the needle.

"It helps if you don't look directly at it." Remy hinted when she saw Elizabeth fearfully staring down the pointy tip.

Elizabeth nodded again and then found a crease in the hospital issued blanket to concentrate on. She winced when the needle went in. Remy had an apologetic look on her face.

"Okay, now we only have to take a little bit." Remy assured her. Elizabeth nodded for a third time as she felt blood being sucked from her inner elbow crease and watched it fill the vial.

"Alright," Remy carefully pulled the needle out. "All done." She said when she sanitized the place of injection and put a cotton ball on it will a bandade.

"Thanks Dr. Hadley." Elizabeth said, looking up at this woman who she was slowly beginning to idolize.

"No, thank you." Remy replied honestly. Remy was about to turn around and leave when she heard Elizabeth's voice again.

"Dr. Hadley," She asked. "Do you have any kids? I mean, you look really young but you seem like you could be a mom."

Remy cocked her head to the side but smiled. "No, maybe someday though."