A/N: I've received the comment that this story is out of character for these two. I'll admit I've only watched a few of last season's episodes and so don't really know how the characters act or interact. However, many people seem to be enjoying the story anyways, so I'm just going to continue it as is anyway! It doesn't follow the storyline of the season.

Two months or so later

Ally opened her eyes to the morning light and smiled, rolling over in bed to face Remy. Only to find she wasn't there. Stretching, she sat up sleepily. "Remy?" she called out. No answer. "Remy?" she couldn't hear the shower, she didn't smell coffee. Worried, Ally climbed out of bed and wandered into the living room to find Remy on the couch. "There you are." She smiled, leaning over to kiss Remy's head gently. Remy lifted her head to reveal a tear-stained face. Ally was shocked. Remy never cried. "What happened?" she asked softly, sitting down beside her on the sofa.

Remy shook her head. "Nothing happened." She leaned into Ally, who wrapped an arm around her.

"What's up?" Ally asked gently, playing with Remy's hair gently.

Remy looked up at her with incredible sadness in her eyes. "We shouldn't be doing this, Ally." She whispered. "I shouldn't be doing this. I'm dying. I'm dying slowly, horribly. I've…" she swallowed. "I've watched this disease progress." She shook her head. "I don't want you to hate me like I hated her."

Ally hugged her to her chest. "I'm not going to hate you." She murmured into Remy's hair. "This disease isn't your fault. How could I hate you for something that isn't your fault?"

"It didn't stop me."

"You were a child. I was 21 when I watched my husband die of cancer."

Remy snuggled into her chest. "I knew it wasn't her fault. I just didn't care" she said bleakly.

"You were busy coping with growing up, fitting in. She interfered with that." Ally said rationally. Remy nodded. Ally stuck a finger under her chin and lifted it until Remy's blue eyes met her own. "I'm here by choice, Remy. I knew your diagnosis before we started this. I'm not going to hate you and I'm not going anywhere."

Remy smiled shakily. "Okay." They held each other in silence for a while.

"Do you want some coffee?" Ally asked, disentangling herself from around her girlfriend.

"Please." Remy was still quiet. Ally kissed her sweetly before making her way into the kitchen and starting up the espresso machine. Remy pinched her nose, trying to rid herself of her constant headache. She knew what Ally said was true, but that didn't change the fact that she was going to start degenerating, and probably soon. "Thanks." She murmured as Ally handed her a cup of coffee. Ally gave her her silence, sipping on her own drink in silence and allowing Remy to think.

"I'm having headaches." Remy admitted some time later.

"Do you think it's a side effect of the drug treatment?" Ally asked, worried again.

"I'm going to ask Foreman this afternoon. House wants him to test my vision."

"Why? What's wrong with your vision?" Ally questioned, fear evident in her voice.

"Fuzzy edges." Thirteen mumbled.

"Why didn't you tell me?!" Ally cried out. Remy took her hand.

"I didn't want to worry you if nothing is wrong."

"Well, evidently something is wrong." Ally snapped, taking her hand away. Remy looked at her lap. She hadn't realised that not telling Ally would hurt her more than telling her.

"I'm sorry." She murmured.

Ally cupped her check with a hand. "I shouldn't have snapped at you. You're just so secretive sometimes. It scares me."

"I just…didn't want to hurt you." Remy bit her lip.

Ally smiled at her fondly. "If this is going to work, you need to tell me things."

Remy nodded. "I know that now."

Later that Day

"He's taking me off the drug" Remy told Ally, who was waiting for her as she exited the trial site. "He thinks it may be what's causing the problem."

"Good." Ally smiled, taking her hand and kissing it.

A few days later…

"It's a tumour" Foreman whispered, looking Remy in the eye. "I gave you a tumour by switching you from the placebo."

"You gave me a chance by switching me off the placebo." Remy sat down in the chair nearest to her.

"I'm so sorry, Remy."

She eyed him severely. "Don't be."

That Night

"Ally?" Remy called shrilly from the living room. Ally came running to find her bleeding on the floor.

"Oh my God, what happened?"

Remy turned in the direction of her voice. "I can't see."

The Next Day

"You look exhausted." Ally turned to find Foreman standing at the door.

"Hi" she said tiredly, still stroking Remy's hand.

"How's she doing?" he took a seat in the chair next to the bed.

"We won't know until she wakes up." Ally smiled wanly.

"Want to grab a coffee or something? I'll sit with her." He offered. Ally nodded. She knew how badly Foreman felt about this whole situation.

"Yeah." She kissed Remy's forehead and stood up, wandering out of the room to leave Foreman with her girlfriend.

"I'm so sorry." He murmured to the sleeping woman. "I didn't know. I thought I was helping you."

"You were helping me." Remy's eyes fluttered open. "Hey, Foreman." She smiled. "I can see you." Her eyes flicked around the room. "Where's Ally?"

Foreman smiled. "I sent her to get some coffee. I'm sure she'll be back as soon as humanely possible."

"Okay." Remy closed her eyes again, content. Ally came back into the room minutes later with two cups of coffee. "Ally!" Remy sat up.

"You can see?" Ally whispered, passing one of the cups to Foreman.

"I can. And I can tell you, you look pretty awful right now." Remy chuckled. Ally kissed her gently.

"No offense, but you can't talk." She retorted jokingly, then sobered. "You frightened me."

"And me." Foreman pointed out. "I think you even managed to frighten House."

Remy snorted. "That must be an achievement." She looked at each of them in turn. "I'm sorry."

Ally stroked her hair gently. "There's nothing to be sorry for. I'm just glad you're alright." Foreman nodded in agreement.

"Me too." He murmured quietly.

A year later

"Damn!" coffee grounds fell through the air as the spoon trembled in her grip. Remy dropped the spoon on the counter and buried her head in her hands in frustration.

Soft arms encircled her, calming her. "Shhhh" Ally murmured in her ear. Remy rested her head on Ally's shoulder, wrapping her arms around the other woman.

"It's happening more often." Remy's voice was scared.

"I know." Ally said sadly, keeping Remy safely in her grip.

"I'm going to have to resign soon."

"Cuddy will tell you when she thinks its time."

"Yeah" Remy sighed. "She will." The older doctor had already restricted her, making sure she was only doing tasks her tremors couldn't interfere with. Luckily her mind was still intact, for now. She pulled away and wordlessly went about the task of making coffee. Successfully this time. Ally swept the floor clear of coffee grounds just as silently.

That was the way it was, between them. Remy would tremble or jerk, spill something, drop something. Ally would fix it without a word. No resentment, no making her feel like less of a person. Remy wondered what it would be like, when she could no longer dress herself or feed herself. When the chorea started to get worse. What would they do then? They would discuss it when the time came.

In the meantime, they drank their coffee on the balcony in the summer sun and talked of life in the present. The trip they were taking next weekend, what to do later tonight. Gossip about their co-workers.