AN: And the second chunk.

Kids:

About a week and a half went by. Remy had finals coming up and it was dead week. She and Allison were at Allison's place. Remy was studying as Allison had gone to change from her pajamas…they were having a lazy day. Remy probably wasn't going to change out of her PJs at all. Allison loved that Remy didn't really leave her side unless she had to be at school. She had taken off from work—which she knew and was told many times that it wasn't the wisest move, but she did. She wanted to make sure Allison was doing fine.

Remy looked up as Allison walked in, in running shorts that might as well have been spankies, and a blue spaghetti strap shirt that might as well have been…nothing. "Ahh now, that's not fair!" Remy dropped the text that was in her lap on her girlfriend's coffee table.

Allison looked at her an grinned her, 'I don't understand, but I am still poised as ever' grin, "What?" She asked confused.

"You can't—you can't..you can't walk out in that and expect me to study diligently like I had been doing…" She said.

"I don't understand how you copping feels left and right was helping you at all, Honey…" Allison grinned as she got on the treadmill, but had yet started it up.

"Babe…" Remy stood up, "I was studying human anatomy…I was just checking to see if the book's findings were right…It's diagrams suck…"

Allison was grinning a thin, closed mouth smile, "You could look at yourself…" She whispered.

"Nuh, uh. That's way too boring when you are right next to me…" Remy said and leaned in and kissed her, "Seriously though, how long are you going to be on this thing, you will distract me with your near-nakedness…and your sweating…" Remy was trying to peek inside her girlfriend's shirt. "You know…" she said not even trying to hide her stare, "I can think of another work-out method that involves two people and sex… It's called 'sex'."

Allison cackled, "Oh, what makes this new fangled work-out so good?"

"Well, it'd be me and you…all naked and…naked." Remy had stepped under the control pane of the treadmill and was holding her girlfriend around the waist, trying to lift up her shirt. "And well…essentially, we'd be naked and it would involve orgasms, which I think…" Remy gave her a look, "Is a big win…It might even be two thumbs up." She smirked and gave her girlfriend a look, "Or more than likely three fingers up."

Allison gasped and hit her girlfriend's arm, "You're a pig." Remy, who was hiding her face from her girlfriend in said girlfriend's neck, started snorting and nipping at said neck. Allison giggled and tried to push her off, "NO! You're horrible." She said still laughing, "Stop!" She finally got the younger woman controlled, "You need to go study." She pointed to the couch.

"But!" Remy pointed at Allison's attire.

"If you're good, then we'll try that 'sex' thing you were talking about." She grinned and pushed her to the couch and sat her down, "But you have to study."

"Hey, baby?" Remy grabbed her wrist and stopped her from going back over to the treadmill.

"Yes, Sweet Pea?" Allison turned back to her.

"Could it be shower sex?" She asked like a little girl would ask for chocolate ice cream for desert.

Allison grinned, "As long as you're studying…I'll be making sure every so often and I know all your tells…" She warned.

"Yes…I know. Hey babe!" She stopped Allison once more from going to the treadmill.

"Yes, Dear?" Allison rolled her eyes….when Remy was in one of these moods it both annoyed her and made her giddy.

"Uh…" Remy knew that she was on borderline annoyance with her girlfriend, "I love you." She said.

Allison gave her one of those looks that told Remy she thought she was just adorable, "I love you too, Baby." She leaned down and kissed her lips for a good few seconds.

Allison wasn't surprised when her girlfriend's hand wound up on her ass somehow…the girl love her ass…and her legs…and her tits… Allison shook out of the stupor Remy was putting her into and moved to the treadmill. She gave the younger brunette a warning look and started up the treadmill.

A good thirty minutes later maybe—She didn't know—she was worked up a bit of a sweat, but she wasn't dripping yet, a distinct knock started rapping at her door. She looked over and then down to Remy who looked confused, pissed and was so obviously about so say something. She jumped off the treadmill and darted over to her. She grabbed her face and kissed her…yes, that was the first thing that she thought of to make sure she didn't say anything.

Allison pulled from the kiss and whispered so soft that Remy almost couldn't hear her, "Baby, do you love me this much?" The older brunette flung her arms out as wide as possible. Remy nodded, getting the feeling that she wasn't supposed to speak, "Okay, then please, please, please stay as quiet as you are right now." She gave her a look that Remy could only comply with. She nodded and let Allison go to the door after she intercepted her towel from the handrail on the treadmill.

Allison wiped her mouth as she opened the door.

House said. "I saw the light on."

That's his voice? Remy thought as she crawled silently to the end of the couch and touched Allison's finger that was on the wall as She leaned against the door.

Allison didn't jump to her girlfriend's touch. If anything, she mellowed a bit. She let her hand fall and let Remy hold it with both of hers, "It's daytime." She gave House a look.

"Figure of speech…always so literal."

It's just nothing like I expected, but it's exactly as I expected. Remy thought as she mindlessly traced her girlfriend's gingers.

"Got a new cane." Allison said coolly.

"Yeah. Guy in the store said it was slimming…vertical stripe."

Ha! Remy was grinning at that one. She looked up at Allison's composed face.

"Why are you here?"

"Vogler is dead."

What? What happened? Remy almost spoke. She covered her mouth.

"What? What happened?"

I love you. She was happy that Allison said what she thought half the time.

"Again with the literal translation. Vogler the idea. Mr. Destructo, Mr. Moneybags. 'Bow down before me.' He is gone from the hospital. So things can go back to the way they were."

"The way they were was kind of weird."

"Hmm. Weird works for me."

I'll bet it does…he just wants his lobby art. Is he flirting with her? Really? Remy was known to be jealous of men and women that she had no reason of being jealous of…She knew that Allison was hers, but just hearing that slightly, miniscule-y, not even there flirty tone irked her.

"What are you saying? Literally."

"I want you to come back."

I decided that I do want in your pants. Remy looked back at Allison, He wouldn't be doing this if you hadn't told him I was a dead dude!

It was like Allison knew exactly what look she was getting. She took her hand and caressed Remy's cheek. She knew that her overly-jealous girlfriend was reading way too much into this gesture that House was making. She tried not to smirk. She made sure that her face was blank.

"Why?"

House's pager started beeping. Allison's hand went away from her and she looked up at her like a sad puppy, but alas! Allison wasn't looking back at her.

"Please un-clench." She heard House say, "You're not on the clock, and when you do that, I clench and it's a whole thing."

"Could you look at your pager?"

"It's no big deal. Some sort of epidemic. Not my area."

"You should go. It's important."

"What I'm doing now is important."

"Why do you want me back?"

Allison finally settled back against the doorway and gave her girlfriend her hand.

"'Cause you're a good doctor."

"That's it?"

"That's not enough?"

"Not for me. Go deal with your plague." She shut the door and turned to her, "You have got to relax. I thought we worked on this…talked about this…House and I…there is no way that that would ever really happen for real." She said as she took Remy's face and kissed her.

Remy took her waist and pulled her onto the couch, "I know. And part of me wants you to date him for real…just because he's so peculiar, but part of me just gets jealous of him…I think it's cause he sees you more than I do…" Remy kissed her.

"Well…Sweetie…we knew going into this relationship that we were both going to be doctors living busy lives." Allison said.

"I know. I still miss you, though." She kissed Allison's forehead, "Why didn't you take the job back?" She asked.

"Nothing was going to change." She said as she sat up. "He was still going to be House and I…while I respect, admire and adore him, I need something more…verification that he really, really likes me enough to go through more than driving across town to ask me to come back…"

"Baby…you're doing that thing again…you're becoming Momma Bear…you're needing to be needed." She said.

"Fuck you!" Allison shot and stood up, "I know, but I really need to feel needed if I'm going to do this job…"

Remy grinned at her, "I know, Baby.."

~0~0~0~0~

Allison and Remy had talked more that day about the lengths that House would go to, to get Allison back on his team. Allison, logically didn't think he would try much more than he did that morning. Remy thought he might do something very…out there. Even for him. She just had this feeling that he was going to do or say something…

That night, Allison and Remy were sitting in her love seat. Remy had studied literally all day. She was so tired from staring at books and diagrams and this and that that she was just barely hanging on to wakefulness as Allison did that thing she loved. Allison knew that the best way to keep her girlfriend calm and not stressed was to just lay her in her lap and trace her features lightly, caressing her cheeks, smoothing her brows, brushing her lips, stroking that jaw line. And since they were in her love seat, Remy's head was laying against her chest, which meant that she could lean down and kiss her ear or cheek…or even her lips every so often.

They were basking in the quiet that was that day when another thudding came to her door…another distinctly wood against would knocking. Allison kissed Remy's cheek as she got up to answer, knowing that he would try to barge in if she didn't. Remy stood up with her and sat on the edge of the couch just like she had before. Allison gave her, her hand and opened the door.

"I don't want to interview anyone else." House said as she opened the door.

"You're interviewing? I thought you'd just have them send a head shot along with their C.V."

Remy grinned as she looked tiredly at her girlfriend.

"Ha. That's good. And why I need you around. To keep me in my place."

"I can't come back. I told you that."

"Wasn't listening."

"Right."

"You want me to listen to you more? I can do that."

Remy squeezed her hand, telling her that wasn't good enough. Allison squeezed back her, 'I know, Baby.'

"Right…" She said to House, "I already accepted a position somewhere else."

"With who?"

"Yeuell— at Jefferson."

"Unaccept it."

"Why?"

"Because Yeuell is boring. He's pedantic and preachy. Because he's short. Because I want you to come back."

Remy let go of Allison's hand, a bit shocked—despite their earlier conversations—that he gave her that much.

"Not good enough."

Remy's jaw dropped…maybe she was too tired for this.

"Want more money? A car allowance? Better parking space?" House paused and Cameron didn't answer, "Seriously. What do you want? You want a longer lunch hour? Seniority over Foreman and Chase?" He rolled his eyes as he said his next line, but was also painstakingly desperate, "You want dinner?"

"Dinner?" Allison took her hand from Remy, shocked that those words fell from his mouth, "Like a date?...With the date part?" She crossed her arms and leaned against the doorframe. She thought about it, "Yes. I'll do dinner, but like I said…not just two colleagues going to eat. A date."

"You'll come back to work…if I go out on a date with you?"

"Yes."

"Okay. It's a deal."

Remy was leaning over a little bit. She saw his hand as he offered it to Allison. Allison took it and they squeezed.

"See you tomorrow morning."

"Don't be late."

"I won't."

Again, she shut her door, and again she turned to Remy. "Are you okay that I go on a date with him?"

"I don't know if I'm just that tired or if I've really lost all my jealousy or if I'm really just that intrigued, but I'm kind of excited for this dinner you agreed to." Remy looked up at her.

"I think you're excited because you were right…he did offer something insane even for him." She grinned.

"And you're excited because you get to have fun at work…" Remy laughed as Allison looked to the side and bit her bottom lip.

"Yes I do." She said as she wrapped her arms around her lover's neck, "Is it bad that I like lying to everyone at work? Is it bad that I like having you as my dirty little secret?" She asked.

"No…I would love it if I were in your position." She kissed Allison.

"Apparently, you will be someday…" Allison said referring to their talk a few weeks ago in which Remy admitted that she found House utterly fascinating and wanted to work for him if the opportunity arose.

Remy grinned, "That's going to be the greatest thing in life when we come out to him…he might die." She said.

Allison looked up, "He might…or he'll somehow have already found out…"

"Damn it! He will…I think he knows about me already…" She said.

"No he doesn't. We've been to careful." Allison said.

"Exactly. Maybe we have been too careful." She looked at her, "I mean, he was trying to peer in this place a lot…"

"That's because he still hasn't put my puzzle together completely…" Allison kissed her. "Let's go to bed."