Remy started calling her father more after his visit. It was nice to rebuild a relationship with him, and she knew he and Ally enjoyed talking too.

"I'm off." Ally informed the nurse standing at the desk in the ER, who smiled at her.

"Good night, Dr. Cameron."

Ally smiled in return, making her way out of the ER and down to Diagnostics to check if Remy was still around. The whole team was still at the table, doing a differential. Ally pushed open the door and walked in. House looked over at her from the whiteboard. "Your girlfriend can't leave yet."

Ally shrugged. "Just stopped in to say hi." House turned back to the whiteboard.

"So what explains all of these?" They all eyed the board.

"Nutritional deficiency." Remy said immediately.

"Nervous system disorder." Ally put in.

"Allergies." Kutner said triumphantly. Remy rolled her eyes as House pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Kutner, you get to run blood tests." He informed the doctor. "Cameron, you go away."

Ally grinned. "Okay, okay."

"See you later." Remy mouthed through the glass wall as she walked off down the hallway. Ally nodded.

…

"Your dad called." Ally put some leftover pasta and sauce in a dish and popped it in the microwave.

"How is he?" Remy called from the bedroom, abandoning her stuff on the bed.

"He sounds well." Ally smiled. "He was in a good mood. Wanted you to call back."

Remy nodded as she re-entered the kitchen. "I'll call after dinner." She poured herself a glass of wine. The microwave beeped and Ally pulled her meal out and set it on the table.

"I already ate." She explained. "I was starving." She poured herself a glass of wine and sat down, motioning for Remy to join her.

….

Remy walked into the relatively quiet ER, looking for Ally to drag her off to lunch. She'd been pulling double shifts a lot lately, and Remy doubted she stopped to think about food very often.

She stopped abruptly as she saw Ally sitting beside one of the beds with a little girl on her lap while the child's parents watched, smiling, the mother in the hospital bed. She was bouncing the child up and down while she said some sort of silly rhyme and the girl giggled happily. Remy observed her carefully, how natural she looked with a child in her lap, and how happy. Ally looked up and noticed her, smiling. Remy waved and approached. "Hey." She greeted.

"Hi." Ally grinned at her. "Say 'hi' to Remy, Shauna." She told the little girl in her lap, turning her around.

"Hewwo." The blond child said shyly.

"Hi Shauna." Remy knelt down in front of her. "How old are you?" Shauna held up two fingers solemnly. "Wow. That's very grown up." Remy smiled at the little girl, who smiled proudly in return.

"Did you come to find me for lunch?" Ally asked her.

Remy nodded, standing. "If you're not too busy, of course."

Ally shook her head. "I can come." She stood too, walking Shauna around the bed to her father. "I'm just going to go to lunch, but I'll come and check on you afterwards okay?"

"Thank you, Dr. Cameron." The woman in the bed smiled at her.

"I'll come see you later, okay Shauna?" Ally waved to the little girl, who waved back. Then she took Remy's hand and they headed out.

"She was just adorable." Remy commented, her gaze sliding sideways to watch Ally's face.

"Yeah." Ally chuckled. "I love kids. They're so innocent and uncorrupted by the world when they're that little."

"Not always." Remy pointed out.

Ally sighed. "Yeah." They walked into the elevator.

"Do you want kids?" Remy asked slowly.

Ally looked at her, surprised, and nodded. "At some point." Remy took that information in silently. Ally frowned. "What?" she questioned.

"I just…" Remy paused, then looked up at her. "You're thirty. I'd die while…" she trailed off.

Ally looked upset. "I'm sorry." She whispered. "I shouldn't have."

"Yes you should." Remy told her quietly. "Neither of us can live life based on how I'm going to degrade in the future. We don't know how long I have left anyway. I'd rather experience the time I have left. "

Ally nodded silently and didn't reply. As they sat down at the table with their food she changed her mind. "What about you?" she asked.

Remy raised her eyebrows. "Kids?" Ally nodded in affirmation. "There's never been a point in my life when I could realistically consider it." Remy pointed out. "But hypothetically, yes, I've always wanted to have children."

"You could consider it now." Ally pointed out, her blue eyes boring into Remy's.

Remy's mouth dropped. "W-w-what?" she eventually stammered.

Ally shrugged. "You have me now." She looked down at her sandwich, picking it up slowly.

Remy continued to stare at her. "I…You…"

"Even if you have a more virulent form of Huntington's than your mother, most people don't develop symptoms until their thirties." Cameron looked up at her again.

"And my child would remember me like I remember my mother." Remy snapped.

"But she also left your father with a part of herself." Ally looked away. Remy's anger dissipated as quickly as it had flared up.

"There's a fifty percent chance my child would have Huntington's." she said quietly.

"And fifty percent it wouldn't." Cameron rebutted gently. "It would still be your child." Her eyes pleaded.

Remy thought silently. Ally let her. It would have to be before her symptoms got bad, and they could start showing up at any time. She was 24. Onset of symptoms usually started between 35 and 45. She potentially had a lot of time left. She could have 10 good years with her child and Ally before she started showing symptoms. Maybe more. She nodded and took a deep breath. "Let's do it." She reached for Ally's hand. Ally was across the table and hugging her so fast she didn't have time to see it coming. Tears soaked through her scrubs. Ally was sobbing.