A/N Happy Tuesday! With another chapter! Lovely times reading and reviewing!

Disclaimer: I don't own these, wonderful, wonderful, characters.

"Allison." Remy's voice came from the armchair in the living room. To Allison in the kitchen where she had been cleaning.

"What?" Allison dropped her paper towel and looked over the counter.

"I got in... I'm on the list." Remy was at her laptop screen, an awe struck tone to her voice.

"Well did you think you wouldn't?" Remy jumped when she heard her so close behind her.

"I've already been in one trial." Remy turned, Allison was leaning over the back of the chair drying a cereal bowl, and looking at what was on the screen of the computer. God she was so close.

"So? You're healthy. Young, right in their age range. A doctor at the hospital they're running it at. That always helps." Allison looked down at the younger woman. Who looked away instantly. She was so adorable.

"Help me clean the kitchen." She gave Remy's ponytail a tug. Getting swats in response.

"Hey, I was serious." Allison said, giving her hair another tug.

Soon they had set about different tasks cleaning the kitchen. Which hadn't been cleaned very, by Allison's standards, well in almost a year and a half.

"How have you and Chase been dealing with each other lately? You don't come home yelling about him anymore." Remy looked up from her corner of the stove.

"Fine. As in we haven't really talked since the last time he came to talk to me in the ER. Which was like two weeks ago." Allison remained focused on her own spot.

"How long were you guys together?" Remy was now very focused on Allison. The way she scrubbed more intensely on her spot. Seeming to get angry at it for not moving.

"Almost two years. We were married for a little over one. It sucked." Allison looked over at her with a frown.

"How?" Remy tried not to seem to interested. But she was hanging to every word. She had never thought Allison and Chase fit together. They didn't seem compatible. Plus she just didn't really like Chase that much.

"I don't know. I don't, he just, kind of well you know how we started out. I never wanted anything with him. I just wanted to be... Fuck buddies. I don't know if I really ever loved him. I just. You don't want to hear this." Allison looked down at her bucket of water.

"No, I do..." Remy jumped up from where she had been kneeling, listening intently. "I mean, you can tell me, and I'll listen... I mean you... I'm an idiot." Remy sat back down. Silently cursing herself.

"What about you and... Foreman?" Allison smiled at how adorable Remy was. Attempting to keep the conversation moving because Remy seemed genuinely scared that she had screwed up.

"I don't want to talk about Foreman." Allison looked over when she heard a thud to her side. To see Remy forehead resting against the stove door.

"Hey, I thought this is what girls were supposed to do?" Allison looked tilted her head to make sure the Remy was still aware of her surroundings. No, no, no, I did not just say that. No, I don't want to talk about boys with Remy.

"Oh well, I had a tendency to make out with my girl friends." Remy looked up at Allison, giving her eyebrows a waggle. Allison giggled. Then threw her head back laughing. Making out with Remy did have it's lure though.

"But really, I mean. You and Foreman?" Allison pried.

"I don't know. He was there, and he was nice. Sweet. Kind of offering to save my life..., or prolong it. I was lonely. I think that's it. I was just really lonely. I don't think it was Foreman at all. No, that makes me seem really shallow. Just.., I think I was tired of being alone, and he was pushing to be there. I just I'm not good at relationships.." Remy looked down at her hands, resting on her thighs.

"Maybe you just haven't found the right person to have one with?" Allison said it offhandedly. But really she was really hoping maybe she could make something work with this wonderful, adorable, sexy, smart, woman.

"I don't know. I don't think I should make someone suffer through a relationship with me, on top of me having an expiration date." Remy gave a little huff before standing.

"Remy, you-" Allison started but Remy cut her off.

"Can we not talk about this?" She had a pleading look, and her voice wavered ever so slightly. It broke Allison's heart a little.

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Allison groaned and rolled her wrist around. She had been working files and charting for almost three hours. She deserved a break.

But whenever she stopped she thought about Remy. Her face when she'd brought up relationships. She just.

What if she couldn't convince Remy she wanted one with her?

It was obvious Remy liked her. It was obvious she liked Remy.

This teasing thing she had started was getting tiresome.

She had found the reason it had gotten no results. Remy was scared, and felt unworthy of a relationship.

The idea of trying to convince Remy of the fact that she was pretty sure she was falling in love with her. That she didn't care that she wanted Remy.

But the idea that maybe Remy would deny it was daunting. The idea that Remy might reject what a beautiful thing they could be. It was scaring her. She didn't want to ruin what a great friendship they had built up over the last. Two months... It had been that long?

Allison groaned and threw her head back. Getting an angry noise from her desk chair.

She caught sight of the clock, and her head whipped back to see it again.

It was that late? She hadn't been here, doing paperwork for that long? Obviously she had. The tight walls, and still stiffness of the room, was starting to get to her.

She needed to get out, go somewhere where she her thoughts could just get lost. This thinking about Remy thing was really getting to her.

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"You getting drunk again?" A young bartender leaned against the counter of the bar. Drawing circles on the smooth wood.

"Again?" Allison looked up from the drink she had been staring into. But hadn't taken a sip of.

"You were here a couple weeks ago, and quite the drinker. You can hold your liquor pretty well for your size. But, even the best of us loose our senses after that much alcohol." He smirked as the confused look on her face deepened.

"Oh! You're, Jeff? You tried to take my keys." Allison stated. A realization dropping over her. She'd come here the night her and Remy had almost..., and she was back to Remy.

"Yeah, I was scared you were going to end up in a store window. People seem to think they drive best drunk." He looked down the bar for people needing a drink.

"I work in the ER at Princeton Plainsboro, I know better than to drive drunk." Allison looked back down into her alcohol, frowned, and looked back up.

"So are you here to get drunk?" Jeff rose his brows. Mind racing to remember what hospital it was Remy worked at. What the blonde she had been so obviously falling for's name was, because she so obviously fit that bill.

"I thought I was. I've been thinking too much lately." Allison rolled the glass between her hands.

"Well in my experience, alcohol only makes thinking worse. But sometimes you act on those thoughts. What've you been thinking about?" Jeff did the opposite of his job, and started to talk the blonde out of her drinking.

"Stupid things." She looked at the ceiling.

"Allison?" A voice behind her made her jump. She turned to see the brunette doctor that had been haunting the corners of her mind. Standing there hands on her hips, in that damn rainbow hat.

"According to social protocol you aren't allowed to drink alone unless you have a good excuse." Remy smirked when she saw Jeff dart away with a knowing look on his face. "Come on walk with me." Remy offered a hand, and Allison took it dropping down off of her stool.

"So that excuse?" Remy asked as they exited the bar, to a rush of cold air.

"I feel like I'm back in high school." Allison stated, hugging her jacket around herself.

"How so?" The brunette asked. Shoving her hands in her pockets. Allison turned to look at Remy's profile. Her striking features lit up by the streetlamps. A silvery cloud puffing around her. As she breathed. She was beautiful. She could just stare at her for hours. But she was expecting a response.

"I like someone, a lot, and they obviously like me a lot too. But I'm worried that they think they can't have a relationship. Which is dumb" Allison looked back to the sidewalk ahead. Remy's thoughts went-a fluttering. She obviously had been talking about her. It was there, right there. A relationship. No, it's not fair. She'll get over me. But if I do this then she'll be broken again, and it will be all my fault.

"Maybe you should tell them that you like them. Maybe hearing it, will help them believe you." Remy didn't know why she was playing along. Because you got selected for the drug trial. That's at least four more years. You're allowed to be happy.

"I don't know if I can tell them how much I like them." It was very greatly noted that they had saying them. Instead of a gender specific pronoun. "But I could show them." Allison felt a shy smile coming over her features. But she remained staring straight ahead.

"That could work." Remy felt a small flutter of panic in her stomach.

Then Allison gripped her arm. Remy stopped eyes wide. Allison turned, and pulled her in. Closing the almost two foot gap between them in seconds.

Their lips crashed together as gracefully as possible.

Allison's grip on Remy's sleeve slid up to meet her other arm at the back of her neck. Remy's fingers were buried in Allison's thick curls. Holding their lips together.

It was bliss.

It was the best kiss either had ever experienced. As they both tried to put all the feelings, emotions, and sexual tension over the last two months into it.

When they broke apart both were gasping. Allison still had her arms wrapped around Remy's neck, making sure she didn't move too far away. She never wanted the brunette farther away then needed again. Personally she thought right now they could be a little closer.

Remy couldn't push away the smile sliding across her lips.

Then they were kissing again. Allison felt her back against the cold brick of the bar they had been in minutes ago. She wondered briefly how she got there. If she or Remy moved. But soon all thoughts were brushed away and all there was was Remy.

When the two broke apart the second time, Allison frowned and tried to bring the younger woman back to her. Remy held her back by a hand on her chin. One finger pressed to her lips.

"It's cold, we should go home." Remy seemed unhappy with the prospect but knew, as a doctor, it wasn't healthy to be out in this weather. She also knew as a kid that had grown up by this city that it wasn't the best place for their make out session.

"Can we finish this there?" Allison asked, a shy smile slipping across her lips. Lighting up her teasing eyes. Both felt the hush of content over them. All the tension, and worry gone. Just the wonderfully exhilarating feeling of being together.

"Definitely." Remy said breathlessly, as Allison gave her a gentle tug.

A/N How are you guys liking this? I made them kiss! Oh yes finally! So how did you guys like it? I liked writing it. I hope you guys are satisfied with this. I've had this planned out since the beginning of this .