Abbey stood in front of their study door. Remy was inside. She hadn't spoken to her that entire week. She didn't know what was wrong with herself. She just wanted everything to stop. Things were finally good; they had finally gotten their life together. What the fuck had they ever done to anyone or anything that gave them all this luck. This wasn't fair.

"Talk to her." Allison was at the end of the hall, arms folded, leaning against the wall.

Abbey looked over to her mother, "I don't know what to say." She breathed in a ragged breath and blinked, letting the tears she had in her eyes fall. But it was only those tears she let out; no others came.

"Abbey." She took a step toward her daughter, "Talk to her…you know everything there is to know—we all know everything there is to know. Baby girl…please talk to her. If you shut down now, you might not get to see her…understand her until it's too late."

Abbey stared at the door a moment longer before she reached for the handle and softly and slowly opened it. "Mom?"

Throughout that week, Remy and Allison had been searching for trials and researching her disease trying to find something that they didn't already know.

They had found what seemed like the perfect trial and Thirteen made some calls regarding when it was going to start and if she could be guaranteed a spot. After explaining who she was, and who she worked for, the people in charge of the trial gave her an affirmative…the only thing was that this trial wasn't to start for another nine months.

"It's like a fuckin' pregnancy! We can't wait that long!" Remy said when Allison handed her the file she had of information, as she walked to her lover that was doing tests in the lab.

"Yes." She put her hands on Remy's shoulders. "We can. We have to…it's the only one, Babe." She kissed behind the brunette's ear and hugged her.

Remy sighed and leaned into her. "I'll get worse…I can't put you through that. We're just now letting Abbey loose. We're supposed to do something new and exciting…not shrivel and die."

"You won't get worse." Allison's voice was firm. "You can't give into your disease, Babe, you have to look for the better parts…it's slow. Nine months isn't that long. You won't get worse." She stated it again. She didn't know if it was for herself or for her lover.

Remy turned in her stool to face her lover. She stared into Allison's gorgeous bright, loving eyes as she pulled her between her legs to get closer to her. They looked into each other's eyes and read each other's every emotion. "I won't get worse." Remy nodded in affirmation.

Remy was thinking of all of the requirements and possible outcomes of the trial as she sat in their study. She was going to have mainly shots and IVs and different types of vitamins and shit to worry about. But she was also going to be keeping a regular routine on balance, cardio, and strength and conditioning.

She also thought of Abbey. How she had never seen so much pain on her face before she realized that the symptoms had started. Abbey hadn't talked to her since her graduation party. Allison was starting to get worried.

That was when she heard the door open and shut; she expected it to be Allison, but thankfully she was wrong. "Mom?"

Mom…I never get that. This is really, really affecting her. "Hey Baby girl." Remy said as she turned around to see her face.

Abbey came forward a couple steps. She took in a ragged breath, "Mom, I—" She let out the same ragged breath, "I—I..I can't." She turned from her and wiped her nose and sniffled, "I'm not ready. I'm not ready for you to die! I won't be able to handle it—Momma! Momma won't be able to handle it! We'll break completely once you're gone! I just…I can't-you can't…I'm not ready!" She said as she turned back to her mom and walked the few feet to the couch and shook her head, letting Remy know how 'not ready' she was.

"Oh, Abbey baby…" She stood up, but Abbey waved her to sit back down and walked around the couch and sat next to her. "I sure hope you're not ready." She tried to joke…neither of them laughed.

"I mean…I just got you back. How the fuck is it okay for you to be leaving again? Already? It's not fair! We didn't do anything to have this as our outcome in life!" She let the tears go. She didn't actually sob until she got her sentences out.

Remy wrapped her arms around her daughter; she was crying herself. "Well…" she sniffled, "On all technicalities, you're leaving first. You're going off to college! And, I mean, we still have time. I'm not going anywhere, okay? I'll be here…wherever your mother is…that's where I'll be."

"Yeah?" She sounded like she was four again, and her eyes shined-no burned blue as she looked up at Remy.

"Sweetie, she's my Ally—both literally and referencing-the-Notebook..y." She knit her eyebrows as she thought about how grade-A dumb she sounded, "Of course that's where I'll be."

Abbey smiled and hugged her close again. "I love you, Mom."

"I love you, Ab-z."

Cameron was listening on the other side of the door. When Abbey started talking she pressed her back to the door and slid down. She let the tears fall herself. It wasn't fair. This would be the second lover that left her…whether it be her fault or not, her daughter was right: She wouldn't be able to handle it. I love you. She thought as she got up and went to her and Remy's bedroom.

AN: Okay…I know that this is rather short, and I haven't updated in like 3000 years. But, I have had the summer schedule from hell…stupid summer school. But, I mean…I'm determined to finish this before the…oh let's say 23 of July…really just the end of July. I have two other stories festering in my brain, and I want to get those out to you in August…anyways. My apologies for the shortness and the time away, and I'll be updating frequently now….please tell me what you think….it'll get the chapters out even sooner!