I know, I know, my updates are gradually getting slower and slower! For some reason I'm starting to find it a lot harder to write this fic, so hopefully I'll get over that problem soon!

So, without further ado, here's the next chapter :)


It was nearly two in the morning before the party died down, but the two doctors evening was far from over. After waiting until they were sure that Chase had left, the two of them had planned on returning back to their table to rejoin with their colleagues, and apparently some new additions that neither of them recognised. Before reaching the table however, Remy felt a soft hand on hers which pulled her in the opposite direction, straight towards the dance floor.

"Err, what are you doing?" Remy asked with a broad smile as she put up no fight in being led out further into the now near empty space. The room was now almost completely abandoned compared to how packed it had been earlier in the evening, with most people having left at around midnight.

"We're going to dance." Allison slightly slurred a reply with a grin as she finally spun around to face the brunette, pouting her lip and putting her hands together as she watched her friend raise a sceptical eyebrow.

"Pleeeeeease?" She droned out, stepping towards Remy with her pout still intact.

Remy couldn't help but smile at the blondes persistence and the puppy dog eye's she was pulling. That wasn't fair, how could she say no to that? With an exaggerated sigh and roll of the eyes, eventually she agreed.

"Fiiine, If I really have to." Watching Allison's face light up again sent a shiver down Remy's spine and butterflies make themselves known in her stomach. She wondered when Allison would stop having this effect on her. Very few people had made Remy feel this way in thepast; and the ones that had couldn't even begin to compare to how Allison made her feel right at that very moment.

"Well?" Allison asked expectantly, wondering why the brunette hadn't yet started moving after agreeing to dance.

Remy realised she'd been staring as soon as she'd heard her friends voice address her again. She couldn't help it, this was the first time that evening she had a proper view of Allison now that they were both stood up rather than sitting down at the bar.

The red dress she was wearing hugged her body In all the right places perfectly, and the now familiar blonde hair effortlessly fell over either shoulder. Even with the constant flash of cheap disco lights surrounding them both, she still found the woman in front of her to be absolutely mesmerising.

She couldn't remember the last time she'd found someone so attractive, or if she'd even met someone more attractive than Allison Cameron for that matter. She shook her head slightly, flashed a small smile and preceded to dance, trying not to let her eyes betray her as soon as Allison started moving with the music.

The two of them danced around for a good few songs, both of them making sure they didn't get too close, neither of them realising they had the same reason for wanting to keep their distance. Allison assumed that Remy didn't like her in that way, and Remy decided that Allison definitely had no other ideas on becoming anything more than friends. Each of them were slightly disappointed, but both reasoned that they hadn't expected anything different anyway.

The current song finished and it's place came a slow paced one. Both women gradually stopped dancing and smiled shyly at each other, with Remy stepping closer towards Allison after a moments mental dispute, trying to decide whether it would come off as a friendly gesture or would indirectly show the blonde how she truly felt, silently hoping for the first.

Allison held her breath as soon as she saw the movement towards her. Remy gently placed one of her hands on Allison's waist, looking up to make sure she hadn't completely freaked her friend out. Much to her relief, her eyes rested upon a smiling Allison who had since taken her arms and rested them slightly on both of the brunettes shoulders as they began swaying gently.

"You look really beautiful tonight," Remy involuntarily voiced what she had been thinking the entire night, eyes widening when she realised she'd said the statement out loud rather than in her head for the umpteenth time. She managed to compose herself almost straight away however, despite the internal freaking out that was currently happening. Much to her relief, Allison only blushed slightly and gave an appreciative smile.

"Thanks, you look pretty good too," Allison replied quietly as she bit down on her lower lip, trying not to grin too much at Remy's opinion even though she felt like letting out a small squeal of delight at the comment.

Neither could look away from the other as they stayed stood in the centre of the dance floor, still swaying to the gentle sounds echoing throughout the large hall. As both of them were off in their own little words, neither noticed another pair approaching them slowly. It was only when their rhythmic movements were jolted did they recognise the distinct faces of House and Cuddy who had apparently been dancing beside them.

"I'm so sorry..." Doctor Cuddy started before trailing off as she looked back and forth between Allison and Remy, all too aware of their current position, as innocent as it appeared to be.

"Doctor Cameron, doctor Hadley, I didn't realise you two were still here." She smiled gently as she pulled away from House, who had gone from sporting a monotone expression to wearing a shit eating grin as he looked back and forth between his duckling and ex-duckling.

Noticing the looks and realising that even though the two of them were no longer moving, she still had her hands firmly wrapped around her friends neck, Allison cleared her throat nervously and stepped back, looking down slightly as she unnecessarily fixed the front of her dress. Remy did the same thing, managing to look slightly less caught out as she too stepped away, but still showing a subtle hint of shock across her flawless features.

"Yeah, we've been at the bar most of the time," Remy smiled at her boss's boss politely, not daring to look to the right of her where both Allison and House stood. She didn't want to look at Allison in fear of the blonde showing any signs of embarrassment or regret for dancing with her; and she didn't want to look at House because.. well, to put it simply, House was an ass who had no doubt already concocted several inappropriate comments about their current situation.

"Oh," Cuddy nodded in understanding before falling quiet and into an awkward silence. "I think we're going to get back to the table," she spoke up eventually whilst nodding her head to the area behind them, relieved to have finally thought of something to say. Everyone else, except House, let out a small breath of relief as the silence that seemed to last forever finally came to an end.

"We'll join you," Allison spoke in a rather timid voice as she grabbed Remy's wrist and pulled her this time away from the dance floor and over to their original destination, being followed by a thoroughly amused House and Cuddy, who had a knowing grin plastered onto her face as she watched House's current and ex employee in front of her.

"What's that look for?" House asked curiously with a frown as he finally noticed the grin his girlfriend was wearing. He knew why he'd been grinning, why did Cuddy feel the need to?

"Oh, no reason," she waved the man off, knowing he was probably onto the two women as well, but not wanting to say anything to risk it just in case. She really didn't want House to have a part in their almost-relationship if she could help it.

Eventually reaching the table, after a quick detour to the bar to get another much needed drink, Allison was disappointed when she realised that the only two remaining seats were on opposite sides of the table to each other. House and Cuddy had managed to nick the two seated side by side.

She grinned as Remy pulled out the closest chair and offered it to her, accompanied by one of her signature charming smiles. Allison's smile faded as soon as she sat down and reluctantly watched Remy move away from her and over to the other side where she sat in-between an unrecognised blonde woman and a dark haired man. Managing to finally take her eyes of the brunette, Allison looked around the rest of the table as she tried to spot the people she actually knew, and took the opportunity to glance at any other new faces aswell.

There were a few good looking males and, much to House's delight, a few good looking females, who were all now socialising with the familiar acquaintances. It only took about five minutes before both Cameron and Thirteen were hit on, and no thanks to House casually throwing in the fact that Remy was bisexual, most of them were from the new women.

Allison spent a lot of the next hour politely rejecting any advances, really having no interest in anyone but the brunette sat opposite of her. Much to her dismay however, Remy had been talking and laughing loudly with the woman sat next to her for the entire time. The woman was obviously interested in the brunette, leaning into her personal space at every available opportunity and placing lingering touches whenever she got close enough. Even though Remy didn't return the physical gestures, Allison still found herself incredibly envious of the other woman, wishing that it was her currently sat next to her friend rather than the unknown threat.

Letting her jealousy get the best of her, Allison stood up and walked around to the two of them, lightly placing a hand on the brunettes shoulder as she tried to get her attention, and ever so subtly pulled her back so that she was out of the other woman's immediate reach.

Remy looked up at the contact and couldn't hold back a smile as she lay her eyes upon Allison, realising just how much she'd missed being in the other woman's presence; even though it had only been about an hour since their last verbal interaction and they were currently sat on the same table as one another.

"Hey Ally," she smiled even wider.

"Hey," Allison grinned back, pausing slightly as she tried to think of a believable reason as to why she'd be here, cursing at herself for not thinking this through.

"You okay?" Remy asked as she placed a hand over the top of the one that still lay on her shoulder, giving it a small squeeze as she unconsciously lightly traced a thumb over the exposed skin.

"Uh, yeah, I just wondered If you wanted to go and get another drink?" She asked, glad that she was still sober enough to think of an excuse on the spot and that Remy's gentle touch wasn't too distracting.

Remy was just about to answer when the voice of the woman next to her came in its place.

"We've already got, but thank you," she answered for the brunette as she threw Allison a small smile and a subtle glare, subtle enough that Remy missed it.

Before even allowing the blonde to respond, said woman went back to talking with Remy, placing a hand on her thigh as she leant closer into the brunettes personal space once again.

Allison withdrew her hand and gave a small nod as she walked back over to her side of the table, wanting nothing more than to go back and get whoever it was flailing all over her friend to leave. Remy watched the blonde leave with a small frown, disappointed that their evening together may have finished. Letting out a small sigh, she returned her attention the not nearly as attractive blonde sat next to her, forcing out a small smile as she tried to focus once again on their conversation.

House, being House, had decided to opt out of the socialising and instead spent his time studying everyone around the table. His main focus had been his current and former employee after what he and Cuddy had witnessed before they came to sit down.

Upon seeing the obvious flirting between Thirteen and one of the table's new occupiers, and Cameron's obvious attempt to hide the fact she was incredibly jealous, he had an idea and a grin to follow suit.

"Drinks at my place!" House announced loudly, deciding he'd had enough of pretending to listen to adult conversation. He stood up with his cane in hand and started to lead the way out of the hall. Almost all of the table cheered and rose ready to follow the man back to his place.

"Thirty-one, you coming?" House stopped after a few steps, noticing that Thirteen had yet to get up. The crowd stopped to stare with him and it only took a few seconds for her to cave and nod accordingly.

"Good, and bring your girlfriend too." House smirked and glanced first at the woman who was practically attached to her arm, then at a rather envious looking Allison who was currently trying to look anywhere that wasn't Remy.


"I think I might just go home," Allison informed Remy as they were walking with the crowd back to House and Cuddy's apartment, after eventually managing to catch up to her and the woman that was still attached to her am. Remy stopped mid walk and furrowed her brows at Allison, really not wanting her to leave.

"You carry on, I'll catch up," Remy told the other blonde as she once again turned to face Allison.

The other woman frowned and opened her mouth to protest, but Remy flashed her a small reassuring smile. She did as she was told and gave a small jog to catch up the others. Allison couldn't help but smirk as she saw the woman give her another glare, this one not nearly as subtle as the one before.

"Why?" Remy asked.

"Huh?" Allison replied, not quite remembering what she'd said before. I probably shouldn't drink any more tonight she made a mental note.

Remy cocked an eyebrow as she gave a small chuckle. "Why do you want to go home?"

Allison shrugged when she finally remembered her earlier statement. Because I don't want to watch you and that other girl flirt all night. "Just a bit tired I guess," she answered instead, looking down at her feet as she spoke. There wasn't many people she couldn't lie to when she was looking at them directly in the eye. Remy was now apparently one of them.

"Come on, it'll be fun," Remy persuaded as she took a hold of one of Allison's hands, giving it a slight tug as she tried to get the blonde walking again, much like Allison had done to Remy earlier when she wanted to dance.

Allison couldn't help but roll her eyes when Remy started pouting, deciding to give into the silent begging by walking again. Remy grinned at the blonde as they finally started moving, Allison returning the look when she realised Remy wasn't going to drop her hand any time soon.


"Really House?" Wilson raised one of his eyebrows at the man skeptically upon seeing him return to his house of guests with an empty wine bottle and a mischievous grin on his face.

"Oh come on Wilson, I'm doing you a favour. If you can't get a woman by yourself, then at least use the bottle as an excuse." House dead panned before limping forward into the circle of people and placing the tinted green glass into the centre, nodding at Foreman to start the proceedings.

By this time, the whole group were pretty drunk. All of them had taken several shots and began to relax into each others company. Allison watched as the bottle was lowered onto the wooden floor, and after staring at it for a while allowed her eyes to flicker up to look at Remy, who once again, was sat opposite her rather than next to her. As soon as the two of them had reached Houses apartment, Remy had been dragged off again.

As much as she hated the idea of Remy and that woman, who she'd recently learnt was called Katie, having an excuse to get intimate; the opportunity for herself to also have that chance without having to show or deal with her true feelings was extremely inviting.

Remy too had watched the glass bottle, and just like Allison, had looked up to catch a quick glimpse of who she so desperately wished the bottle would land on when it was her turn. Their eyes met and forced both of them to look away immediately, each with a growing blush. Neither of them dared to look back up to see if the other were still watching, both scared they'd been caught out by the other.

Foreman leaned into the circle and started the game, spinning the wine bottle at full capacity which earned a loud jeer from the other participants. It ended up landing on Rachel; one of the new women who, as they all discovered after spending the past few hours with her, was very loud and very drunk. Foreman didn't seem to mind however, as he almost fell over in his eagerness to get to his 'victim' as Remy had mentally labelled her, sniggering quietly to herself at the thought.

It was now the tenth or so spin, and neither Cameron or Thirteen had yet been landed on. Much to House's delight, Cuddy's turn had ended up landing on Wilson. The reaction between them was hilarious to say the least, with everyone but House finding the kiss particularly awkward. Wilson blushed profusely and made some lame excuse so that he could leave the room, finding himself unable to look at Cuddy without feeling uneasy.

"Right, Cameron," House stared up at the blonde as he spoke, "Your turn." He gestured towards the game's only needed piece of equipment with his cane, noticing the slightly hopeful look on Thirteen's face out the corner of his eye.

Allison nodded slightly and finished off the drink in her hands with a large gulp, wiping away any wetness on her mouth with her hand. She reached to grab the now well used piece of glass and placed it in front of her, mentally trying to calculate the spin for a few seconds before finally flicking her wrist and releasing the bottle. House watched as her face flickered from hope to disappointment in a split second.

Turns out the calculations were about two centimetres out, with the neck now pointing to the girl directly next to Remy. Allison inwardly cursed at her miscalculation, though still slightly glad that it had landed on this unknown woman to the right of Remy rather than Katie who was currently sat to the left of her.

The girl laughed and began crawling towards the blonde, licking her lips seductively as she did so. Their lips quickly met, and much to Allison's surprise, she found the other woman's tongue eagerly trying to gain access to her mouth. After much mental dispute she finally gave in and kissed back.

Remy didn't know if she was more turned on or jealous. She definitely wasn't the only one though, as all of the males mouths hung open staring wide eyed at the scene in front of them.

"That. Was. So. Hot." House broke the silence as he manoeuvred his way around the two women, phone in hand, to get into a better position.

"House, put that away!" Allison swatted at his phone as she finally broke the kiss, mentally smacking herself for not seeing it coming in the first place. He took a step back and stared back and forth between them, mockingly wiping a tear away from his eye as he held his other hand against his chest.

"Daddy's so proud of his little duckling, I didn't think you had it in you."

Allison narrowed her eyes at him but decide to ignore the comment, learning after years of working for him that responses were pointless. She really hoped she'd been quick enough and that he hadn't been able to take any pictures, or in the most probable and worst possible case, video footage. She shivered slightly at the thought and quickly pushed it out of her mind. She really didn't want to know what he had planned for that material.

"Thirty-one!"

Remy was still staring at Allison, mouth slightly agape, when she heard the call of her nickname.

"Huh..what?" She replied slightly confused as she eventually tore her gaze away form Allison and rested them on the source of the voice. House smirked at her before becoming serious again.

"Your turn." He stated as he nodded towards the bottle.

Realising she'd been caught looking at the two women opposite her in awe, she quickly took the bottle back and tried to hide her blushm hoping that it was only House that had noticed.

Foreman had been looking at Remy most of the night and had started noticing her subtle stares at his former colleague, and her subtle stares back. He was confused at first, trying to connect the two women together. He was aware of their almost sudden friendship, but wasn't actually know how close the two of them were.

As he watched both his former girlfriends and the blondes face light up considerably after Remy's spin, his mouth dropped open and a fit of both rage and jealousy flooded him. They didn't like each other, they liked each other.

Remy tried her best to hide what she felt when she realised the bottle's neck had landed pointed towards Allison. She was sure her face betrayed her. She was good at hiding emotions, but not that good. Not when the feeling was strong enough, and definitely not when she had a free pass to kiss the woman she so desperately wanted but couldn't have.

Of course she'd prefer it If their first kiss was more intimate, less alcohol related and, maybe just a tad more private - but then she'd never have a first kiss with Allison. This was the only chance she was ever going to get, and she was going to take full advantage of it.

Allison's heart rate picked up as she watched her beautiful friend get closer and closer towards her, both of them subconsciously licking their lips In anticipation and smiling at the thought of what was to come. Remy was so close Allison could feel her breath gently caress her face, prompting waves of excitement to flow throughout her body. Allison leaned in to finally diminish the gap between them when all of a sudden a loud crash came from the opposite side of the room. Everyone jumped and turned to see a rather embarrassed looking Foreman with his previously filled whisky glass shattered on the floor in font of him.

"Damn it Foreman, you just interrupted possibly the hottest thing that would ever grace this world!" House snapped at him whilst simultaneously swiping his cane around the back of the dark skinned man's head. He grumbled further as he put his phone back in his jacket pocket and slumped himself back down into his chair.

"House, relax," Cuddy scolded him, "It's late anyway, people should be getting home."

She glanced back and forth between her two employees who had so nearly kissed as she spoke, knowing that ending the game and the evening was the best thing to do. It was bound to happen soon enough, she could see Allison felt the same way as Remy, and figured she'd be doing them both a favour at this point.

There was a mumble of disappointment between the guests at Cuddy's almost sudden dismissal, followed by agreement as one by one they stood up and left the house, each stumbling out of the doorway in search of a taxi.

Foreman was one of the last to leave with a rather smug look on his face, knowing full well what he had purposefully prevented from happening. He was determined to have another chance with the gorgeous brunette, and he definitely didn't need Allison as competition.

"I should probably get going too, looks like it's about to start snowing again and I really don't want to walk back in that," Allison spoke as she headed towards the front door, pulling on a rather thin looking jumper and scarf as she did so. Thirteen raised her eyebrows in surprise.

"Wait, you're walking home?" Allison nodded at her friend and pulled the door open, admiring the snow that had fallen a few hours prior.

"See you on Monday Rem," The blonde smiled at the younger woman and turned to leave, face dropping as she took a step forward closer to the door. That was her only chance and Foreman blew it. Now she remembered why they never got on, the man was an idiot.

"Wait up, I'll walk you back," The brunette called after her and smiled as she also began wrapping a coat around herself.

"Remy, you don't have to..." The blonde started as she turned back round to face her friend. She wanted Remy to walk her back, and scolded herself as soon as the words left her mouth.

"Allison, there is no way I'm going to let you walk back on your own at this time. I'm coming." The blonde smiled at Remy's thoughtfulness and nodded in agreement, glad that she'd ignored her previous sentence She walked through the door which was now being held open for her by the woman she had so very almost kissed a few minutes ago.

House stood by his window and watched the the two women begin making their way home, grinning as he did so.

"What's that look for?" Cuddy was now stood behind him, arms wrapped around his waist as she stared out at her two employee's playfully shove into each other.

"Thirteen is totally going to tap that."

She sighed at the man's completely blunt answer and dragged him away, but not before looking back outside at the two of them and thinking It's about time.


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