Remy had been home a week. She and Allison were seen rarely outside of Allison's room, usually only bearing a robe and in the kitchen getting food.
Remy though, decided early one morning to finally give her father a proper hello. She made her way into the parlor and found him reading over some journal.
"Remy." He looked up, taking his glasses off, a very small grin forming on his face.
"Hi, Dad."
"Two out of three ain't bad." House said as she came fully into his office, "And just how is my youngest? It's sounded as though you've been ecstatic to be home."
"Dad!" Remy scolded, turning away.
House waved her off as he stood and walked over to his daughter, "Just as long as she doesn't wind up in the arms of Chase. The boy is mine, there is no doubt about it, but he doesn't deserve her." House kissed her cheek and made his way to his drink cart.
"And I do?" Remy asked.
House turned, scotch in hand with a surprised look on his face, "Was that not obvious?"
Remy said nothing more on the matter. She bit her lip and looked out the window before she ran to her father and hugged him tight, "I missed you."
"I missed you too." House said seriously.
~0~0~0~0~0~
Later that day, Remy was outside watching the horses roam around their pin. She'd considered going to play with them, try to tame them a bit, but for right now, watching them made her happy.
"How long were you here before you took her to bed?" Chase's angry voice sounded from the doorway.
"Excuse me?"
"No. Please. Excuse everyone that lives here. We all got to hear the many…joyous sounds you both made upon your return." Chase walked onto the porch, "Tell me, now that you've fucked her are you going to even try to make an honest woman out of her or is she just like all the other city girls and war nurses and whores you've bedded?"
Remy got in her brother's face, staring them down. "I forgive you." She growled.
"Excuse me?"
"Because you're in love with her too, I will forgive you for that comment but I swear if you ever make a remark questioning mine or Allison's love for one another, calling her a whore like that again, I will make you regret it."
Chase and Remy glared into each other's eyes.
Their conversation was interrupted, "Remy? Lunch is ready." Allison's timid voice now came from the doorway.
"I'll be right in." Remy didn't take her eyes off her brother. When she felt Allison turn and leave, she leaned in a bit more to her brother's ear, making sure he'd hear her, "If she'd have me, I'd marry her in a heartbeat." She growled before she walked inside.
Chase grit his teeth as he sat on one of the porch seats.
~0~0~0~0~0~
The next six months were a blur. But Allison knew that Remy was going to leave them again. She'd watched the torture play across Remy's face. It was little things that would spark memories, Allison had noticed, but those little things were everyday tasks. Remy was never going to be the same after the war that much was clear.
What wasn't clear was where Remy decided she'd go, and how long she'd be gone for. Remy would write from wherever she'd wound up, but the letters became generic. And as more time passed, Allison wasn't sure she'd ever see Remy again.
As the two-year anniversary—if one could call it that as if it was some sort of celebration—of Remy's departure came around, Allison had decided to try to let Remy go. It had been more than a month since Remy's last letter, which simply read "Africa" and nothing more.
Chase moved out of the house and into the city. He'd become a rather important member of various boards in the city and seemed to be making himself right at home. He'd made something of himself.
And even with all her issues, Chase still wanted Allison. So, Allison decided to let him take her on a date. Though it went horribly.
Allison had never in her life been such a fool, but missing your soul mate after meeting them would, Allison assumed, make one make a fool of themselves while on a date with someone else.
She'd thought that they were done. That Chase was finally moving on from her. But she'd been wrong. She knew that as she made her way out onto the porch after Chase called her out, and found him, for the second time, on his knee with a ring in her hand.
"Now, Allison. I've watched you over the passed few years, I've tried to watch over you, watch out for you, but I think we both are smarter than we were a while ago. I think we both know Remy isn't coming back."
An odd sound was heard. A car horn coming in the distance. Allison looked up to see a turquoise truck making its way down the makeshift road. She bit her lip in hope, "Hold that thought, Robert." She said as she stepped down the porch steps as the truck approached.
Chase grit his teeth as he stared at the ring that he'd saved for three years and had yet to actually propose with. He stood, ready to rip this visitor a new asshole when he saw his sister get out.
"Remy?" Allison whispered.
Remy stared at her.
"Remy?" House's voice came from the doorway. The last two years were not favorable for the man of the house. He'd suffered from a sudden onset of a great deal of pain in his leg, so much that he'd passed out. Allison called for an ambulance thinking a heart attack, but he now walked with a limp and a cane and chunk of muscle missing from his thigh.
"Remy's home!" Wilson called from the barn as he ran out with a few of the other workers.
Remy was cut off by these workers and her father. She hugged them all and went back to her truck giving them all presents. She gave her father as many pain relieving agents as she could find and discover in her trip around the world and a couple of walking staffs and canes, she gave Wilson some Cuban cigars, she threw a locked box containing a set of antique knives that she knew he'd take a fancy to eventually at her brother, who didn't come down to greet her, and then she finally got to Allison.
Their eyes locked like they had a tendency to do. They ran for each other and Remy scooped her up into a hug that could end all future wars, famine, hunger, and poverty.
"I've missed you so much." Remy whispered.
"Really?" Allison whispered back.
"Of course. These last few months in particular. I wasn't able to post mail let alone even find a pen. I've been trying to find myself in different countries and different cultures and I've had many a priest, headshrinker, witchdoctor and the like work me over and all of them said that the only thing that's missing is you. All I need to feel better is you. But I needed to be able and willing to try to fix the rest of me first. So, I did…" Remy finally kissed the blonde before her, "Allison, I can't do much, but I know that if you let me I can love you for the rest of my life. I can protect you and cherish you. I promise you that. I just need one more chance." With those words, she got down on her knee and revealed a gold ring with a blood red ruby at the center and diamond accents. "Will you—?"
"Yes!" Allison cried as she waited for Remy to slip the ring on and stand up.
They kissed, sealing the deal in front of everyone.
Chase made his way to his own car and made his way to his home the city.
