A/N: Hello! Well, I just have to say (again) that the details in every sub-story are interconnected. Try to remember them. If you did, you're in for a heartwarming surprise by the end of my story. Thank you. And warning, still no beta.

Tested by Fate

LAUNDRY

"Wow!"

"W-what?"

"I didn't know were already supposed to wear each other's underwear in this stage of our relationship. I thought we're just supposed to take each other's off."

"Oh, don't be ridiculous! I'm just wearing your boxers."

"So, I can start wearing your lingerie from now on?"

Lisa chuckled and prepared a counter. "If you wouldn't be too embarrassed---"

I did not even wait for her to finish her statement when I cut her off. "Could you let me sniff on them too? The clinic can get sooooo boring."

"Funny." She glared. "Okay, I forgot to do my laundry until this afternoon."

"So I noticed."

"That I didn't do my laundry?"

"That you weren't wearing your laundry since this morning." Her expression said, 'Excuse me?' and I added, "When you were in my lap."

"And I guess I should be flattered?"

I offered the shrug of one shoulder instead of a simple yes or no reply. "It wasn't like I went out of my way to look. Your chest was in my face."

"I see. So, what you're saying is that when my chest isn't in your face you don't notice it?"

"No. That's not what I said. But, now that you mention it…" I let the sentence trail.

Lisa picked right up where I left it off. "Mention what?"

"Victoria's secret? I think she shared it for a reason." And then I winked. I know. I am so going to pay for it.

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BLACK AND WHITE

"Couldn't you suck more?!"

I watched her put her hands to her face feeling embarrassed.

"You never hit the right keys. You're ruining my music!"

"I told you I don't play the piano!"

"That's why I'm teaching you! See…" I held her hand and guided her finger in pressing the right black key as I match it with my white key on my other hand.

"This is terrible…" She said.

"Are you giving up? No! Don't!" I moved closer to her as we try to fit ourselves in the small piano bench.

She scratched her head. "Why is it such a big deal? You always play the piano ALONE. I'm good with it. I'd just listen, okay?" She moved up to leave me but I did not let her hand go.

"Don't give up." She looked at me and surrendered. She sat down beside me and I held her hand, positioned it to the right keys and tried harder to patiently teach her the tempo and the right timing. By the time we were able to complete an octave it was half past midnight.

"I am tired," she said as she stretched one arm on my shoulder to face and hug me.

"From now on, I will no longer want to play the piano solo."

She threw me a questioning look. "Why? You're an excellent player."

"Playing music alone is sad. Being alone is sad."

She smiled sweetly at me, one I have felt secure. "You're not alone now. I am with you."

"I know. That's why from now on; you are playing the black keys while I play the white ones."

"Uh, okay."

"I have to play. I cannot not play the piano. I love the piano. So, don't ever leave me okay?"

She withdrew her gaze from me and stared at the piano keys as she says, "I'll try my best."

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BRAIN TUMORS

"What if I'm sick and you have the pill that will cure me?" I popped a question suddenly while we are at Starbucks, her request as usual. Starbucks bores me. Coffee is just coffee, but Lisa doesn't think so. She thinks the coffee from this place is from the land of milk and honey.

"I'm sorry. Did you say something?"

"I said, what if I'm sick and you have the pill that will cure me, it's just that if I take it I'll not just get better but I'll forget about you, about everything that we've got. Would you give it to me?"

"Just take your Vicodin or something."

"No, seriously. Would you rather give it to me or let me die?"

"Stop it. It sounds crap."

"Seriously." I stared at her dead serious.

She sighed. "No. I wouldn't."

"You'd rather have me die? I'm hurt." I pretended I was offended by her letting me die rather than be cured. But honestly, there's a certain part in me that felt relief though I wasn't really expecting an exact answer from her.

"No. I wouldn't keep it from you nor would I directly hand it for you to take. I'd leave it in the dining table where you'd see it every day. You're free to take it anytime." She paused and continues. Obviously the hypothetical situation appears to be unbearable for her to answer but still went on indulging me. "You can freely take it anytime when---when the pain gets extremely unbearable. I'd understand."

"But I'd forget about the best times of my life."

"I'd remember for both of us then."

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PROPOSAL

"Marry me or get off the boat."

I rowed and rowed and tried to make it vague for Lisa Cuddy until we reach the certain location where I planned to pop the question. I wouldn't want her to say no. So I took Wilson's joke seriously and actually thought that maybe it'll work. Besides, Lisa is used to almost all my idiosyncrasies.

"Close your mouth and answer me. Say 'I do' and we'll sign the papers."

"This is insane." She turned white. I have noticed that she had been pale these past few days and I dismissed it as an effect of overwork and late night sleep. She appears tired but this time, it appears like something went really wrong.

"Lisa?"

"No. I can't."

"W-what?"

"I can't."

"Why?"

"Because---I just, I won't."

"I think this is the point when you'll stop messing with me."

"Let's get back to the shore. I would be too fatigued and would die on my way there if you'd really have me off the boat right here."

I dared her to look at me as I say, "Jump off right now."

Of course, I didn't let her jump off. Because even before she stood up the boat to position herself to jump, she fainted. Did I mention she cried really hard saying she can't marry me? She didn't know how much it pained me. Still, I rowed as fast as I can back to the shore and called an ambulance when I realized that the fainting is a symptom of something else.

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DENIAL

"Greg, I am sick. And I'll get worse. I wouldn't be able to be with you much longer." She spoke like she's intellectualizing things. It seems like she's trying desperately to be strong, but terribly failing.

"You can't die. I won't let you."

"Greg…"

"Never! I'll never let you go! I'm going to cure your illness and we're going to live happily together until our heads turn white and all our teeth fall out!"

"The problem is not the diagnosis! I have Refractory CLL. Boring!"

"How dare you say that?!" I stood up and took her chart from the foot part of her hospital bed. "I'm taking your case."

Then I walked out and slammed the glass door behind me so hard that the glass shards fell down mercilessly on the floor. I couldn't get my mind off her words that I didn't bother to care.

Please inspire me and review. Sorry about the grammar, I did my best.