Quagmire

Chapter 4

A/N: Okay, so here's the story... I had this chapter done over a week ago. has been having some major issues and I am only able to upload this because I found a way around not being able to upload new documents- just editing the one's that have already been uploaded. Ha genius! I know : ) It took me a while to realize this so that's the reason for the even longer wait. Sorry and I hope you enjoy and review!

P.S.~ if you can't tell by now, this is a story that works backwards and forwards in an way that the end is the beginning and the beginnings the end. It was an idea I had one day, and I'm really liking how it is turning out. There will be parts of the story that give up plot details before they happen, just warning you. Alright, I'm done with my shpeal :)

Gregory House would have been surprised if Remy hadn't come to his door at 11:30 pm. She had been on edge all week and he was waiting for her to break and plead for help. He was mostly waiting because he knew it would warrant results. Remy never asks for help or support from anyone, and House never gives it - at least not for free.

Rain had picked up since Remy had gotten into her car and now the drops were pounding on her windsheild. At least House won't be able to see my tears. Remy thought bitterly.

She finally pulled up to House's driveway. Once in park, she froze. What the fuck am I doing? What can House do that copious amounts of liquor can't? Oh wait.

House heard a car turn into his driveway and immedietly thought it would be Wilson, or Cuddy. Hopefully Cuddy. But then he remembered a certain distracted fellow on his team. He gazed out his window questioningly. Through the window he saw a downtrotten and pissed brunette slam the door of her minicooper.

Remy was drenched by the time she reached his door. She didn't even need to knock because almost immediatley House opened the door.

He gave her a quick once over. "As for wet dreams go, this takes the cake." He quipped with a sideways grin.

Remy rolled her eyes and passed him, entering his warm aboad.

"Would you like me to take your coat?" House asked with a detached tone. "Your shirt? Bra?"

Remy locked eyes with him. "Shut up."

House closed his front door and walked towards her holding his leg casually. "Why are you here? I mean, I can only assume you're still hung up about Eliza-"

"Shut up!" Remy through her hands up in the air and they found their way to her hips.

"Thirteen, we lose people all the time." House stepped closer to her to get a better look at her eyes shifting uneasily in their sockets. "But you are transfixed. You thought this one would give you a thread of hope." He said this more as an assertion than a question.

Remy was pacing now, chewing nervously on her nails.

"Or maybe it's something different? Something worse?" House raised an eyebrow.

"You know what?" Remy replied hastily. "I was stupid to come here, I should go." She made her way quickly to the doorknob but was stopped by House's hand closing over hers. It wasn't suggestive in the slightest. Neither of them gave off the aura of sensuality as they looked at each other for a second or two.

"No, you should go to my room, get dry clothes from my drawer, and change." House said, more sense of security and support coming from his voice than Remy thought possibele. It still had that slightly annoyed tone but Remy could tell he was trying.

She was about to put up a resistance but he interrupted her. "You can even change in front of me if you want." He added with the same slightly sideways grin as before.

Remy bit her lip then pulled her hand away from the doorknob. "Okay." She replied. "But only to the first one." She quicky added, which made House chortle softly.

Remy made her way to his bedroom with hesitation. I really shouldn't be here. I already have enough to explain to Allie.

28 Days Earlier (Evening)

The hospital was quiet tonight. The clicks Cuddy's heels made on the marble floors could be heard a mile away. Everyone glanced up when Cuddy entered the class room they were in.

"What have you done, House?" Cuddy quipped, flipping a file in her hands.

"You're going to have to be more specific." House replied, scanning a magazine.

"You tested your patient for gull bladder cancer," She opened the file and read. "cornial infections, and TB? What is the purpose of this?"

"I'm not sure if your familiar with the term Diagnostitian..." House drolled sarcastically.

"Why are you running bogus tests? It's just taking up our time and money." Cuddy responded.

"Who says they're bogus?" House quipped.

"Everyone here." Remy interjected, staring down House.

"I'm doing the tests because they could lead to a correct diagnosis. It's what I do." House replied, flipping another page.

"Yea, you're also an ass." Cuddy pulled the magazine out of his hands. "Pull the tests. They're backing up our other tests, which are actually legitemate." She made her way to the door and then stopped and turned around. "You're going to kill her if you wait to long to come to the correct diagnosis." She left and shut the clear door behind her.

Remy immediately stood up and chased Cuddy down the hallway.

Cuddy spun around Remy caught her at the elevator.

"Cuddy, why do you think those tests are stupid?" Remy asked, breathing a little harder.

"Because I know what she has. At least, I am aware of the only possible diagnosis." Cuddy said matter of factly as she pressed the down arrow button. "But you know House," She almost sing songed. "won't accept a diagnosis unless he comes up with it himself." The elevator door opened to an empty lift.

As Cuddy was stepping in, Remy held the door for just a second longer.

"What do you think it is?" She asked quickly.

"Huntingtons." Cuddy replied as the doors closed.

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Remy sunk into the leather couch in her apartment. She heard Cameron bustling about in the bedroom. Cameron didn't have the night shift, so they were actually able to enjoy the evening together.

Cameron joined Remy on the couch a few minutes later, dressed head to toe in sweats.

"Long day?" Remy asked her as she sat.

"Yea, how about you?" Cameron asked as she settled in.

"I'm just so frusterated by House. He refuses to take diagnosiing her seriously." Remy vented.

"Elizabeth?" Cameron asked. Remy nodded. "Well, House doesn't intentionally try to mess up diagnosises. So maybe he's just trying to mess with you. Maybe he's already treating for Huntingtons and just wants to get under your skin."

"I thought of that too and checked her medication record. None of the experimental drugs are on it, and that makes sense because they're experimental, but her name isn't even on an application list to start the trial."

"She's also a minor." Cameron pointed out as gently as she could. Remy's face looked crestfallen. "But you tested her, right?" Cameron tried to perk her girlfriend up. "You'll know for sure tomorrow, right?"

"Wrong," Remy ran a hand through her naturally peicey hair. "The tests are backed up because of House's filler tests. He just trying to drive me insane."

"Look, you need to sleep." Cameron coaxed Remy off of the couch and into Remy's bedroom.

The brunette quickly changed into a pair of sleep shorts and a tank.

The two faced each other as they waited to fall asleep.

"What are you thinking about?" Cameron asked Remy as she touched the younger woman's hand.

Remy lifted her head off the pillow to move it closer to the blonde's forehead. "About how lucky I am to have you, especially now."

Cheesy ending to the chapter, I know! Well, what do you guys think? Please leave me a review!