A/N So this is extra long :D Three day wait, and reviews = long chapter. That and I couldn't fit this all into one without it being long, or make two decent sized chapters out of it. So yay! Enjoy.

Remy let out a small groan falling back against the bathroom wall. Her hip hurt. It hurt like hell. She tugged at her shirt. Moving from her place on the wall to stand in front of the mirror on the one across from it.

She had a new bruise for her collection. It was bigger than the other too. But not as dark. Her dad had practically thrown her onto the ground. She was again promising herself that this was the last time. Even though something in the back of her mind was screaming at her that it was only going to get worse.

"Hey Rem Lisa wants to- What the hell?" Allison had started to ask the brunette something as she entered the bathroom. Then stopped when she saw her shoving her shirt back down. But not before she caught sight of the half of her bruise that her jeans didn't cover.

"It's-" She started but the blonde quickly cut across her. Walking to her quickly, stopping her from covering the injury with her hand on the bunched up material of her shirt.

"I thought you said it was once. He... snuck up on you." Remy could see tears of anger and fury building in the blonde's eyes. Her fingers of her freehand bunching into a tight fist.

"I was, getting cereal. I get on the counter sometimes when I do that." She looked up, willing the emotions that Allison had brought up away. The fact that someone cared so much that she was getting hurt just made it that much worse. The fact that she was hurting Allison by not stopping this.

"I said that he needed to get a job. He shoved me off the counter." Remy bit into her bottom lip. Looking down at Allison's hand bunching the material of Remy's shirt a little above her jeans. Revealing the bruise more and more. It covered up to the top of her hip bone on the opposite side of the bruise on her stomach. "I landed on my side." She made a small gesture to the bruise that the blonde was inspecting.

"Remy... Rem.. We need to do something about this." Allison stated, not looking into the brunette's eyes. Resting her forehead against her collarbone.

"I can't." She said in a shaky voice. Resting her chin on top of Allison's head. Allison fidgeted, running a finger over the edge of the huge bruise on the Remy's side.

"Remy they can help." She stated.

"Do you know what their first step is in a physical abuse case?" Remy didn't wait for an answer. "They take the victim out of the house. Of course they'll try to keep me here for.. A week, maybe." She started to pace. "Then anywhere they can put me where I'll get fed. I won't get to see you." Remy closed the distance she had started to create between them. Wrapping her arms around her waist. "I don't want to loose you."

"Okay. But Remy we have to do something. I can't let you keep getting hurt- and don't even tell me that this is the last time, because you don't know that." She cupped Remy's almost all the way healed cheek. Remy tried to look away with all that emotion directed at her again. Allison would have none of that, and directed her to look at her again. Bringing her in for a kiss.

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"Thirteen?" Remy looked up from her classwork. To look at her biology class teacher, Mr. Taub. She still found it kind of funny that most of her teachers had actually been willing to call her Thirteen. "Can I talk to you after class?" The usual 'oh shit what did I do?' Ran through her head. But she nodded anyway.

After the bell punctured the silence that had settled over the classroom, and people started shuffling about. Stuffing things into their bags.

"So, why did you want to see me? I swear House is the one who broke your stapler." The brunette stood at his desk, her thumbs hooked in her suspenders, and her jaw jutting to one side.

The older man looked over to the door as the last of the kids exited, watching Allison linger at the door. Glancing back at her worriedly. Remy gave her a little shooing motion, and Allison made a point to direct her frustrated face at her. Before walking off.

"Is everything alright Remy?" He then asked. Shuffling some papers about on his desk, and looking up at her.

"Yeah, fine." She glanced again to the doorframe where Allison had been waiting for her, before adding. "Actually really good."

"Are you sure?" He went back to shuffling papers about, unable to make eye contact with the brunette.

"Yeah." She nodded, then frowned. "Why?"

"You just seem a little withdrawn lately. But as long as everything is alright at home I suppose I should mind my own business."

Was he asking again? She knew that if she denied again, or got offended by the question his obvious suspicions would be confirmed. Why did he suspect something?

"Well, my dad is just having trouble adjusting. My mom died a little while ago, and he took it really hard." She nodded slowly with her words. A little burst of nervousness going off in her stomach. She shouldn't haven given that much up. She should have squashed his suspicions and made everything at home seem perfect.

"You know if there is something wrong you can tell me, or Ms. Hawthorne." A tiny bit of her screamed for help. She tried to shove it away, but it kept on screaming at her that this was her chance.

"And... What would you do if there was something wrong?" Dammit.

"Anything to make it better." He answered without pause. Remy bit her lip, and nodded. Internally wrestling with herself.

"Okay." With that she turned to leave. Slinging her backpack over her shoulder. Fighting back emotions that she really didn't want to deal with right now.

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"I'm bringing Breakfast Club." Remy declared. Lisa was going to have a movie night that night, as per usual with her and House. But they had invited Thirteen, Allison, Wilson, and Amber. Eric had a game that night, and had declined.

"Because I haven't seen it?" Allison asked.

"Because it's a good movie." The brunette replied, glancing away when Allison looked up at her with that cute little half smirk. "And yes because you haven't seen it." She added quietly.

"What was that?" Allison asked grabbing onto her girlfriend's arm, and leaning into her trying to see her face. Her smirk growing as Remy turned away more.

"Yes because you haven't seen it." Remy said in defeat. Turning around swiftly to meet Allison's lips. The shock of it knocking the smug smile right off her face. Her fingers curling into the soft fabric of the brunette's sweater shirt. Making the kiss linger, and stop them in their walk home.

"Woah.." Remy said, sounding dazed at the unexpected intensity of the kiss.

"So... Should I stay here, or.." Allison suddenly felt uncomfortable. They were half to Remy's house, and she didn't know if she should stay and wait for her to come back with the movie or not.

"Come with me." They stood, Allison rocking them back and forth. Her hands on Remy's hips. She was a little intimidated by the thought of going to Remy's. Even if only for a few minutes. "We'll have to go in the window though."

"Okay." Allison said it in a small voice. Sliding her hand into to Remy's pulling her along. "I'm kind of excited to see your room." Allison said. Shoving away her doubtful feelings, and opting for the positive ones.

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"Give it up Allison." Remy wrapped her arms around her girlfriend from behind. To stop her attempts at pulling herself into Remy's window. "You're too short." She then whispered in her ear.

"No." Growled the little blonde. Stamping her feet, and giving her arms a little flail, ending her tantrum with a huff. Remy smiled at her.

"That's okay, you're adorable." Remy seated her chin on top of her head. Finding that she really loved the position.

"Could you..., help me?" Allison asked that little voice coming back, and turning in Remy's arms so she could look into her eyes. Sticking out her bottom lip in a pout.

"Is the mighty Allison Cameron asking for help?" The brunette asked, looking down at her girlfriend's almost irresistible pout. "Of course I'll help you." She caved after a couple more seconds of pouting.

After a moment of awkwardly attempting to lift her with their silent communication both started at once.

"Let me-"

"I'll-"

"I can-"

"You."

"You. You go first."

"Let me give you a boost." Remy laced her fingers. Getting her to step on the hand platform. So she could lift her level with the window. Her attention suddenly going to the skirt she was wearing.

While Allison gripped the widow sill pulling herself. Remy's attention went unconsciously up. She mentally cursed herself, and her damn hormones. But didn't look away. She was wearing pink underwear. Her heart sped up. With lace. Suddenly she couldn't focus. Her throat was dry and her arms felt like jelly.

Then the weight was gone from her, and Allison was looking at her with a confused look on her face.

"Are you okay?" She asked with a giggle. Remy bit her lip and nodded, not trusting her voice. "Then come on." Allison offered a hand. Remy bypassed it for the window sill, not wanting Allison to know how her palms were sweating.

"My room's kinda messy." The brunette apologized. Kicking something out of the way on the ground, and dropping her backpack in it's place. Allison looked around the room. It was kind of small. But she could see the very obviously Remy things in the room. She smirked when she noticed her calender.

"It's okay." Allison reassured, falling onto the other girls bed. Remy walked over to a pile of boxes, and begun digging around in them. Allison looked around the room again. She had a couple posters taped up on the walls, crooked, and she could tell on a somewhat closer scrutiny that the corners had been taped many times.

"Found it!" Remy cried, doing a small spin. Slowing and catching Allison staring at her, an eyebrow cocked. "Hey, that's an accomplishment. I've been scared to look in these.., because I don't want to even consider how much of my crap I don't have any more." Remy walked back over to her girlfriend as she said it.

If Remy didn't have that little swing in her hips, or that spark in her eye, Allison was pretty sure that she would have felt kind of bad about that. Remy stopped at the edge of her bed, practically between Allison's legs. Giving her a small kiss on the forehead, then the nose, then the lips.

Remy started to pull away, but was swiftly pulled back by fist fulls of her shirt. She gasped against Allison's lips when she felt her tongue begging for entry. Allison seemed to take the noise as encouragement. Pulling her down until she was lying flat on Remy's bed. With Remy on top of her.

Still connected at the lips.

The world seemed to blur around them, just their lips kept their crisp clarity. The air was warm with their mingling breath. All Remy could see, smell, taste, and feel was Allison.

All Allison could see, smell, taste, and feel was Remy.

They broke for less than a second. The taste of the other heavy on their lips, and tongues.

Breath coming in heavy pants. Allison caught Remy's eyes. That lost feeling she could looking at them coming over her. But the swollen pupils pulled at something else in her, and she was tangling her fingers in her brown hair making a mess of it.

She brought her back down again, smashing their lips together with force. Sliding her tongue into Remy's mouth again, and catching her by surprise. The brunette slid her tongue over Allison's getting a small moan from the blonde. The sound vibrating against her lips, and making Remy do the same.

Allison let out a shocked noise when she felt Remy's hand on her ribs. They broke again.

The blonde flicking her eyes from the hand more than half way to her chest under her shirt to Remy's wide apologetic eyes. Slightly unable to keep the conviction in her own eyes when she was breathing heavily, and half begging her not to stop that hand's journey.

"Sorry, I.." Remy attempted started to pull her hand away. But was stopped with Allison's hand on her wrist. Encouraging it back up. "What are you doing?"

"Shut up." Allison commanded, bringing her back down for a kiss with the hand tangled in her hair. Pushing Remy's hand under her bra. Causing her eyes to widen even more. She could feel a smirk form against her lips. But then thought and comprehension was difficult, and they were consumed by each other.

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"I think we could have kept it to one movie." Allison stated, stretching her arms over her head, and letting out a small, adorable yawn into her arm. Remy took the moment to observe her girlfriend's form. Before she fell unceremoniously against the seat in Lisa's car, which House was driving.

"Yes, but then you wouldn't have fallen asleep in Thirteen's lap, and we would have missed out on all that awkwardness." House answered, then asked quickly so neither of the girls could comment. "Is this your street Thirty-one?" Remy rolled her eyes at House again twisting her nickname around.

"Yeah."

"And is that one your house?"

"Yeah the third one one the-" She started to explain in a slightly exasperated voice. House cut across her though.

"The one with the police car in front of it?" The brunette jumped up into the front seat at this.

"What the hell?" She was half hoping that it was one of House's tricks, or that it was the wrong house. But there it was. A police car, and a small black sedan parked on the curb behind the old beat up blue truck that was Remy's father's.

She could feel her heart picking up dangerously fast. Her palms beginning to sweat against the divider that they were on supporting her. Allison's presence was suddenly close behind her. Leaning over her, and an arm loosely wrapped around her middle. Remy wasn't sure if it was for physical support, or emotional.

"What's going on?" The blonde asked in a whisper against her ear. Remy just shook her head from side to side in response. House parked the car at the curb, and cut off the engine.

After a couple more moments of just staring at the back of the cop car, Remy started to get out of the car.

"Do you want me to come with you?" Allison asked, catching her hand loosely. Things she didn't want to say in front of House written on her face.

"If I don't come back in.." She paused thinking for a moment, making a face Allison had deemed her thinking face. "Ten minutes, come in." She again started to get out of the car. Realizing that Allison still had hold of her hand. She glanced back at the blonde, who gave her an apologetic face, her hand a small squeeze, and then released it, and her to go see what the hell was going on.

Remy walked to her house, starting to fiddle with the clips of her suspenders. A nervous habit she had picked up, around the time she started wearing them.

The small puddle of light from the porch light showing that the door was part way open. A woman stood in the puddle of light, looking at the police car. Remy was suddenly hesitant. What if her dad did something. Her hand went to her hip. He had done something.

The woman seemed to notice her, and gave a small wave to the car, and it started up. Lighting the interior briefly. Showing a man in the front seat, most likely a cop, and a man in the back... Mostly like Remy's father.

Suddenly unable to remain calm and in control Remy practically ran up the stairs.

"What's going on?" She demanded. Hearing herself, taking a calming breath and repeating it. "What's going on here?"

"I think we should go inside Remy." She tensed at the use of her name. She didn't know this woman.

"Why?"

"I need to explain somethings." The woman seemed actually really nice. But Remy couldn't calm herself down, and her being nice didn't explain anything.

"What do you need to explain." A frown seeped onto her features.

"Well we should go inside so I can explain them." She offered a small smile, and the stubborn fight that had built up in Remy faltered. She knew that she shouldn't be directing it at this woman, that seemed to just want to help her.

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Allison rocked back and forth on her seat in the car, her knees hugged to her chest. "How long has it been?" She asked for the fourth time.

"Five minutes, just like last time." House answered.

"I think I should go in there." She moved to the window on her knees. House looked over the shoulder of his seat.

"She said ten minutes. It's been five." House replied. Looking back to Remy's house. Then again to the blonde who seemed to be moving from one end of the car and back. "What's your and and Thirteen's deal?"

"She's my friend." Girlfriend.

"You two act like more than friends." He noted. Allison's eyes flicked to him, and then back to the door of Remy's house where her and the strange woman on the porch had disappeared. Really not wanting to put up with this right now.

"How long has it been?" She asked after a long silence.

"Eight minutes." He replied.

"I'm going in." Allison opened to door, and stumbled out.

"I'll wait here... Like a chauffeur, or a bus driver." House complained. But Allison wasn't paying attention to him.

XxXxXxX

"If you want you could stay with me until we sort things out, or you could stay with a friend with their guardians permission." Explained Vanessa Harris. Who was Remy's social worker as she had found out in the last few minutes, which felt like hours. Nothing like this could change that fast.

There had been an anonymous report of abuse at their address. Usually at an anonymous report, they would just come, investigate. But when they had come Mr. Hadley had been intoxicated. Drunk as always. He had then continued to admit to hitting Remy and throwing her off the counter. Before resisting arrest.

The policeman had then taken him down to the police station. For him to sober up, and then question him.

Remy felt numb.

"Remy, the chances of your father taking guardianship of you again are very low. Even if this isn't true if you don't speak up." The middle aged woman fidgeted in her seat. "Has he in anyway been abusive, or violent to you?" Remy bit her lip. Looking down at her hands, which had taken a death grip on her knees.

"Remy. I only want to help you." How many times she had heard those words.

Therapists. Teachers. Grief counselors... Allison.

She needed to do this. She needed to fix things. For Allison. She needed to be the best she could be. What if they took her away. Put her in a foster home. No.

"What will happen to me if he has?" Remy looked up at the social worker.

"A wide variety of things could happen." That wasn't very reassuring. "He won't be able to hurt you anymore." She added. Remy went back to looking down, this time at the smooth surface of the kitchen table.

"He would go to jail." The younger of the two stated.

"That's not written in stone, but it is the most likely outcome." Remy liked how she didn't try to step around these subjects. Wasn't treating her like a child.

"What will happen to me if he goes to jail?"

"The most likely outcome, we will either try to contact a relative..., or you will go into the foster system." Dammit. This is why she didn't call.

"That's not the only option." The two of them almost jumped out of their seats at the statement. Remy turned around to see Allison standing hesitantly in the kitchen doorway.

"Well of course not." Mrs. Harris as Remy had been told to call her, said. "There are other options. There's Emancipation-"

"Emancipation?" Remy cut across her, looking from Allison to the social worker.

"When a child is relinquished from guardian control, and takes on the legal responsibilities of an adult." Mrs. Harris recited the definition.

"I know what it is. It could happen to me?" Remy fidgeted in her seat, and again looked to Allison.

"We would have to go through all the right legal channels. It could take a few days, weeks, you would have to have a place to stay. Enough money coming in to live on, and a good reason. But yes." Remy felt a small glow of elation at the fact that this didn't mean her certain doom, and the end of her and Allison's relationship.

"But I have to ask you again. Has your father abused you, or in any way been violent?" That brought her back down to earth. She bit her lip, squirmed, in her seat, and could feel Allison's eyes on her. Could almost feel the pleading she was probably silently doing.

"Yes."

A/N Look at that ending. Make you want more? Definitely. Review, tell me how much you want more, and I will write it as fast as the speed of light.