A/N: Okay there is a lot of romance in this I hadn't expected it to take this turn. Never fear some major drama coming up…I promise delicious angstyness on the way.

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They found themselves back at Wilson's apartment, in an easy silence. House began to wonder what they could possibly have in common besides medicine, and sex…

"Let's watch a movie …" Remy said breaking his reverie.

A movie, that was a good idea, it would give him a chance to see just how compatible they really were. After all taste in movies and music are key in any relationship… He smiled and said

"Sounds great what do you want to watch?"

Remy walked over to the impressive collection of movies and began looking…It was strange there were a lot of chick flicks and arty foreign films, she was getting discouraged when she happened upon a box set of the Die Hard movies she smiled 'Perfect, I can't stand that girly crap…' She pulled the first Die Hard out and walked to the DVD player.

House was studying her as if he was an anthropologist observing a just discovered tribe somewhere in Borneo. He couldn't see what movie she had picked it was driving him crazy. He watched her put the disc in and push play.

Remy walked back to the couch and wondered for a moment where to sit… 'Fuck it, he's fifty, and I'm dying, I'll sit where I want.' She sat down just as the FBI warning was disappearing. She sat next to him, leaned against his shoulder, and cuddled up to him like long time lovers.

House saw the slight hesitation and the brief conversation with herself about where she was going to sit. He found himself holding his breath for a moment until she climbed on the couch curled her feet up under her and snuggled him. It felt so good to have a woman, anyone, touch him in such an affectionate way, he felt tears threaten to spill out of his eyes. 'Dammit Nolan, I leak like a sieve these days thanks to you.' Just then, the movie started and he grinned so hard and big he thought his face would split…

"Die Hard? You picked Die Hard?..."

"Yeah I love it. It's one of my favorite movies; I could watch it over and over."

"You know that thing I said before…"

"What?..."

"You know the … I love you thing?"

"Yeahhhh….What about it?" She looked at him quizzically.

"Ummm …This…" and he bent down and kissed her forehead.

That threw her, and she felt a pang in her chest at the tenderness of it.

They stared at each other and she got up on her knees pulled his face toward hers, and kissed him on the forehead… then the eyelids…the cheeks… and finally a gentle brush on his lips. She saw his eyes swell with unshed tears, and she refused to turn away she leaned her forehead on his and said…

"Before we fall in love… we need to talk. Not just about logistics, but reality. I don't want to hurt you, you've been hurt enough for several lifetimes. "

He sighed, and said "I guess we're not watching Die Hard…"

She smiled and paused the movie.

"This part sucks but we have to do it… Something is happening here…something I have never felt before.

I don't want to screw it up. It feels too right and so magical, it feels meant to be. But… I am dying, and it

won't be pleasant, it will take a long time, and it will be ugly… and I don't know if it's right to do that to

you… I don't know if I can watch you, watch me die."

He listened to her and thought about every angle. It scared the hell out of him the way this felt, the way it happened so fast… And she was right, she was dying, and it would be horrible and watching someone die like that is torture, especially someone you love. Nevertheless, he wasn't young, or healthy, either. The reality was he could die soon… too. They were quite a pair.

"Okay, all that is true. But I am a broken down old man, so there's always a chance I will die before you.

Are you ready for that? … If we do fall in love it will be worth all the pain later for the joy now." With

that he tilted her chin up and kissed her gently. He kissed away the salty tears falling from her eyes.

"Shhh… it's okay. It's going to be okay. This is good Remy. We are good. I am just as surprised as you are,

and I know all the reasons for not doing this… Yet this is the most connected, most real thing I have ever

felt. I am at a place in my life where I am not going to run away from love because of things that might

hurt me or be hard. I haven't had much love in my life, I didn't think I deserved it… But now…now I'm

willing to try… to believe."

She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him with yearning and desperation the sweetness of it nearly breaking her heart.

He took her by the hand and stood up pulling her with him, his other hand on his cane and whispered

"Come here…"

This time when they made love, it was slow and tender. He poured love into every caress, every kiss. And when they both came they were holding on to each other with fierce longing… every doubt floated away, and left them … sure.