A/N: Gonna go back and make a few grammatical/minor changes in previous chapters based on recommendations/errors I've noticed while re-reading. Nothing that really changes the tone of the story at all though, so no worries!

Allison came back from her run to find Remy asleep on the couch and smiled. She looked so peaceful when she slept, so different from the lost look that sometimes still entered her eyes when she was awake. Leaving Remy be, she went to have a shower.

"Hey, you." Allison leaned down to kiss Remy gently. The brunette shifted sleepily.

"Al." She smiled, leaning in for another kiss. "How long was I out?"

Allison chuckled. "A while, I think."

"Mmm." Remy yawned, sitting up to make room for her girlfriend on the couch, then lay back down across Ally's lap.

Ally chuckled. "You're like a cat or something."

"You're warm!" Remy protested.

"And I was joking." Ally leaned in to kiss her again, adjusting herself to make the position more comfortable.

"I know." Remy smiled, kissing her way down Allison's neck. She liked these moments, when they returned to their old banter and she could just forget.

"Mmm." Ally murmured, closing her eyes and lying down completely beside Remy on the couch.

Slowly, Remy took Allison's hand and guided it to the waistband of the scrubs she was wearing.

Ally paused. She hadn't been inside Remy since… "Are you sure?" she asked, searching Remy's blue eyes with her own.

Remy nodded. "Yeah." It was time to move on.

"Tell me if you change…" Remy silenced her with a kiss. Ally chuckled. "Okay."

And so she made love to Remy for the first time in months as they lay there on her couch with the evening sunshine filtering in through the blinds.

Allison walked into the ER to find Foreman sitting on a gurney, a gauze pad held to a long gash in his arm. "Cameron, could you help me out?" He asked, pain evident in his voice.

"What happened?" she asked, concerned as she made her way over to the bed, removing the gauze to take a look.

"House tripped me." He said by way of explanation.

"Right." Cameron rolled her eyes, cleaning out the cut. "Well, I don't think you need stitches, but tell House he's an idiot."

"Think I got that one handled." Foreman examined her quietly as she worked on bandaging him up. "So how are things with you and Remy?" he asked tentatively.

Cameron jerked up, surprised. It wasn't a question people asked her…well, ever. "Good." She smiled gently. "They're good." Foreman good see by her glow that she wasn't lying.

"I'm glad." He eyed her quietly. "I'm glad she had someone there for her after…" he trailed off, not wanting to finish the sentence, and cleared his throat. "She seems to be doing well."

Cameron nodded slowly. "She is." She stuck a last piece of tape in place and smiled up at him. "There you go."

"Thanks." He stood as Cameron cleared up and removed her gloves. "See you around." He turned to leave the ER.

"See you." Cameron's eyes followed him as he left. She'd never really made friends with Foreman while working for House – in fact, she'd thought he was an arrogant dick, but he seemed nice enough now she didn't have to work in close proximity. He cared enough to ask, which was more than anyone besides Cuddy did due to the delicacy of the subject. Sighing, she picked up her coffee and took a sip, grabbing a stack of files.

"Foreman asked after you today." Allison commented as she and Remy stood side by side, chopping up vegetables for a stir fry.

Remy looked surprised. "Seriously?" she paused in her chopping.

Ally nodded. "Just wanted to know how you're doing."

Remy resumed her cutting. "And obviously the logical thing to do wouldn't be to ask me or anything." She grumbled.

Ally smiled. "I think he was attempting to be subtle and avoid awkwardness, actually."

Remy chuckled. "Yeah, I doubt he's big on awkward situations." Her eyes twinkled at Ally.

"I think it's nice he cares." Allison dumped her onion into the hot oil.

"I guess." Remy sniffed. "I think it's a bit intrusive, personally. I'd rather he have asked me."

"He knew you'd blow him off." Ally pointed out.

"Yeah" Remy sighed. "I just…wish so many people didn't know what happened, you know?"

Allison smiled sadly. "Yeah, I do. Privacy isn't exactly rampant at the hospital."

Remy snorted and poured some more veggies into the wok. "No, it isn't." she took a sip of her wine as she stirred the dish, smiling as Ally's arms snuck around her. "Don't burn yourself."

"I won't." Allison murmured into her hair.

"That's what you said when you tried to get the pizza out of the oven without gloves on." Remy pointed out jokingly, and felt Ally grin into her neck. She put down the spoon and turned around to face the other woman, drawing her face up for a kiss. She enjoyed seeing the brighter side of things again.