AN: Hello all. Onto season two! I have the entire season planned out, so if you review me…like you all have been doing—especially for the first chapter! WOW!—I will be motivated to ignore my HW and update faster and faster.
Acceptance:
Remy had been working in the ER for a few months now…ever since graduation she had been busting her ass to show her new bosses that Allison's recommendation was spot on. She had just finished a triple and decided coffee was a must. She went over to the vending machine.
"Yes, I'll have a venti triple shot sugar free vanilla, nonfat cappuccino…" She pursed her lips to the side as she pushed the button for coffee with a shot of vanilla. She grinned at herself then rolled her eyes, "Fuck, Baby, I am not Reese Witherspoon…" she mumbled to herself, thinking of the last time they actually got to see each other…the four days before. They watched 'Just Like Heaven' because they both love that movie, and Allison told her that she was like Reese at the very beginning. She was still smirking as she sat at a small, out of the way table, "Although a sweet, rather horny old man did propose to me this morning…"
As her thoughts drew to her girlfriend, she started to worry. She knew Allison was having a hard time with a particular cancer patient…that didn't know she had cancer because Cameron hadn't mustered the courage to tell her yet.
She pulled her phone out to check in on her, and like magic, her phone started ringing and Allison's sleeping, hair-covered face came onto the screen.
"Hey Baby." Remy said as excited as her tired body would let her.
"Hi." Allison said in a small voice. She looked around the empty locker room and pulled her kneed to her chest.
"Honey?..." Remy waited for Allison to tell her what was wrong and when she didn't, she pressed, "Sweetie, what's wrong?"
"Nothing…I just wanted to talk to you." She said just as small as before.
Remy knew that she was really saying that she wasn't ready to quite tell her, but she would know by the end of this conversation assuming neither of them got pulled away.
"Well, I love hearing your voice. Tell me a story…?" Remy asked.
Allison knew that that wasn't a push to tell her what was really bothering her. Remy really did like it when Cameron told her stories… She herself would never understand why. She wasn't the greatest storyteller, but she did have some good material, so she did her best. "Okay…let's see." She stood up and cast her leg over the bench then sat down and picked at the screw that held the thing together, "Umm…"
"Once upon a time…" Remy provided and she leaned on the table she was at and hugged her coffee close as she settled in.
This made Allison chuckle, "Okay…Once upon a time there was a princess."
Remy gasped, "Was there really? I'm shocked."
"Do you want me to tell the story or not?" Allison retorted. When silence came she started again, "There was a beautiful princess. She was the only heir to the Hadley thrown, so it was her duty to marry and marry quickly. But, before any marriage could be set in stone, an evil queen set a curse on the Hadley family. She took her mother away and caused indifference between her and her father. The princess set out on her own. She knew her father did love her, but was too sorrow filled her mother."
"I'm not so sure I like this story…it's not very happy." Remy interrupted her, "Get to the good parts…where the princess can be happy."
"I am Baby…" she shook her head…and despite not even being able to see each other, they knew what the other was doing. Remy was grinning and Allison was pursing her lips, challenging Remy to continue… "So, the princess set off to travel on her own. She, being of royal blood had to disguise herself. She traded her royal garb for townsperson wear…she wore brown pants and a beige shirt with sleeves that ruffled at the ends. She was just taking it all in. She somehow wandered onto a school. She felt at home there and decided that she should learn how to rule for when she decided to go back to her kingdom." She sighed, "You still with me, Sweets? You haven't made a comment…"
"You told me to stop…" Remy said, "Keep going! I wanna know what happens!" She insisted.
Allison laughed, "Alright. There at this new school that allowed females to become strong of mind, she became particularly interested in….ummm…" She was trying to think of something that would be cool enough, but parallel enough for medicine. "Uhh…"
"Medicine?"
"NO!" Allison said, "She became interested in…sorcery." Allison smiled at her picked.
"Sorcery? Really? Like fuckin' Harry Potter shit?" Remy asked.
"No, like fucking Elphaba Thropp shit." Allison countered. Remy didn't respond which meant she was happy at that comparison…then.
"Who are you going to be if I'm Elphaba? You're going to be Fiyero?" Remy was sounding a little pissed off at that one.
"Who said this was about you?" Allison asked.
"Al…"
"So the princess became engrossed with sorcery in her first year." Allison said, not telling Remy a damn thing, "She was in the library late one night studying. She thought she was the only person there…that was then she got most of her work done. The rest of the time, the princess charmed the pants off of many a partner…This princess got a reputation around campus…it wasn't a good one either. She was acting on..unnatural thoughts. Thoughts a woman shouldn't have for other women. People kept trying to give her a special root tea, but she never got better." She heard Remy's laugh, and grinned—'The Help' really did her a solid for letting her hear that cackle her girlfriend had.
She started talking once Remy sobered, "On this night though, she was not alone. She went looking to where a certain…almost grunting came. Curious she walked until she found the source. It was another girl with long blonde hair—"
"I miss your blonde hair…" Remy said.
"Really?" Allison was genuinely surprised…Remy had never said anything about her deciding to go brunette. She just told her to do what she wanted…so she did…and the night she came home with the chocolate brown…told Allison it was quite a hit.
"Yeah. I like it brunette too, Baby, don't get me wrong…I'm just saying…" She lowered her voice, "You were my blonde bottle rocket in the middle of the night…"
This made Allison laugh…she realized that she was genuinely smiling and laughing…this is why she loved her girlfriend, without fail, Remy always made her smile. She shook her head and said, "Okay Josh Turner…shall I get back to the story now?" She asked.
"Yeah!" Remy said like a tired three-year-old.
"Alright. So the princess found this beautiful blonde girl trying to get a book that was just too high. The princess found it odd, seeing this girl in the sorcery section…there weren't very many students who studied this craft. The princess came behind this other girl and, being a couple inches taller, she got the book for her. When the blonde girl turned in thanks she stopped speaking. She tried to move from being pinned between the princess and the bookshelf, but the princess wouldn't let her. The princess asked her name and the blonde told her nothing. The blonde instead asked if the root tea she had been forced to drink by the president of the school worked. When the princess shook her head, the blonde told her that she was not what she was looking for."
"So what happened next?" Remy asked after Allison paused for too long in her opinion.
"The princess tried to woo the blonde. She tried everything she could think of. The princess knew the blonde should be one to drink root tea as well. She knew it. She just couldn't figure out how to get her. After everything was tried, she had given up. After a week of just watching the blonde whenever she was in proximity and trying to figure out what spell the blonde put over her…she realized that that had to be what it was…the blonde had put some sort of spell over her. She went back to the library and read through every spell…she found nothing, so she turned to stories of love, seeing if there was anything in there. She learned from all of them that she had indeed been stuck with Cupid's arrow. Just as the library was clearing out for the night—which made the princess happy so she could be alone, she hear footfalls coming toward her. It was the blonde. The blonde saw all the sorcery books spread in front of her and the story she was reading which was not a text book but a storybook. She asked if it was good and the princess nodded then turned back to the book, not wanting to get sucked in by—what she called them then, the ever consuming vacuum eyes of the blonde. The blonde asked her what was wrong. The princess shrugged. The blonde asked what all the sorcery books were for. The princess stood up swiftly from the table and pushed the blonde gently, but forcefully into the shelving unit next to them. She stared at her, no longer afraid of the blonde's vacuum eyes and she kissed her hard. 'I'm trying to figure out what spell you cast on me, but by reading that and many other novels I've found it is no spell…I'm sorry for what I just did, but you consume me. You are all I think about and all I care for…I just want one thing from you.' The princess said.
The blonde asked, 'What?' She was very flushed and felt a the yearning for the princess she had felt long before, now I should remind you that the blonde thought this girl was just a brunette peasant. She had no idea that she was a princess.
The princess leaned into the blonde, 'Your name.' she begged. The princess actually begged.
'Allison.' The princess tasted it on her tongue a couple times after the blonde…after Allison told her. She introduced herself as Remy and they quickly fell in love…but there was one thing that neither of them knew about the other, so the day Allison's father, King David came to take her for the summer vacation, Remy knew she had to tell her who she really was. Well after finding out that she too was a princess and the only heir to her father's thrown, the girls tried to find a loophole. During their schooling they read all the law books of all the lands and eventually, they found the perfect solutions, but it would take years to actually pan out. They had to go to their own kingdoms and rule over the people, for their fathers both stepped from the thrones at the same time. But they found ways to see each other everyday, after all, they both studied sorcery, transporting to either kingdom was no problem…
"The problems were putting up with narcissistic sons of bitches that think it's okay to treat a prisoner on death row, but not try to think of anything else that might be curable for a patient that is terminal who doesn't deserve it…"
Remy sat up with knit brows…obviously knowing that this was not part of the story anymore and that she was not going to really hear the end…which she was fine with because Allison was finally telling her why she called her the good thirty minutes before.
"The problems were that Queen Allison was a woman and shouldn't have had to be in the same room as the prisoner and should have found her boss and the prisoner drunk…the problem was Queen Allison should not have felt the—to be perfectly honest—flattering, but scared shitless shiver that ran down her spine when the prisoner told her boss that she was the finest piece she had ever seen. The problem is after bargaining enough with her boss, Queen Allison finally got the test she asked for and she still has to tell a patient she's dying."
Remy's brows raised and swallowed hard, "Baby…I'm sorry Honey." Remy just wanted to hug her and hold her.
"Can…" She swallowed so hard Remy could hear it at the other end of the line, "Do you think you could come get me tonight? I have to tell her today and I don't think I'll be able to drive home afterward…"
Remy's boss walked up to her and stood in front of her 'patiently waiting for her to end her call'.
"Yeah, Honey…I'll pick you up..." She stared sacredly at her boss' eyes and his no dilly-dallying demeanor. "Umm…Baby, this is really bad timing, but my boss is here…I'll call you as soon as I can, alright?"
Allison tried her best to keep it together and compose herself, "I love you."
"I love you too…more than anything." Remy did not let her timidity around her boss stop her from telling her girlfriend how much she loved her. "Hi, Dr. Reynolds."
"Hadley…" He said gruffly, "You look like hell. How long have you been on?"
"I just finished my third shift.."
"You smell like that's about where you should be. Go home." He didn't let her object. He just gave her a wink and started to walk away, then he turned back to her, "I never trained her good enough handle dying patients while we were at the Mayo Clinic…she was just as bright and determined as you. And the bitch doesn't get sick, so I can only imagine that the reason she needs a ride home is because she's having to tell a patient she connected with they're dying." All Remy could do was nod…this guy was so intimidating, but he loved Allison like she was his baby girl, so she had an automatic tolerance with him…which only made her more motivated to prove that she didn't need to have that automatic tolerance to be..well, to be motivated to work as long and hard as she did. He cleared his throat and looked at his shoes, "Yes, well… She deserves to be taken care of too." He turned and walked away again, then threw over his shoulder, "So take care of her tonight instead."
Remy just knit her brows and shook her head. She went back to her locker and retrieved all her stuff before she headed home and crashed. She was barely up in time to take a shower and pick her up.
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Allison was finally in Cindy's room, telling her that she was dying.
"But all I have is a cough…" Cindy didn't know how to handle it.
Allison didn't know what to say either, so she just enveloped Cindy in a hug.
She didn't know that Wilson and House were watching from a safe spot.
"She's finally doing it." Wilson said as he crossed his arms.
"She finally as no other option." House said.
"She never did to begin with."
"She didn't know that." House leaned against the wall, taking pressure off his leg.
"Did you know she's gay? That's why that date of yours went sour."
"I did, and it didn't. That's just why it was never going to happen again." House gave Wilson a look. "Cameron being a lesbian isn't as fulfilling a fantasy as I though." He joked.
"Did you know her partner died when she was 21?"
"Yeah."
"Did you know they thought they were going to be together forever?"
"Yeah."
"Did you know that that is why Cameron isn't religious nor believes in forever like you would think she would?"
"Yeah."
"Is that why you stopped forcing her to tell people they were dying."
"Yeah." House pushed from the wall and limped away.
Half an hour later, House decided it was time to go home. He limped off the elevators and passed the front desk. He saw Cameron getting off a bench to go outside. He knit his brows in curiosity. Why would she be sitting on a bench unless she's waiting for someone? He watched her as her figure blackened and then limped outside.
He saw a figure get out of the car Allison was waling to; he saw a feminine figure. He saw Allison slump onto this figure and the figure hold her tight. He saw that after a couple moments of hugging the two pull away then kiss. He decided to keep this information to himself for now and walked back inside unseen.
When they pulled apart, they decided that one kiss wasn't enough and they kissed once more.
"Baby just a carried to my place and I'll hold you all night, okay?" Remy said in her ear.
"Okay." Allison nodded and kissed her once more then they got in the car and drove away unseen…or so they thought.
AN: As I said, if you review, you make me happy, and happy author means frequent postings…just saying…
