A/N I don't know how any legal/custody/guardianship stuff works! Keep that in mind whilst reading this.
Disclaimer: I forgot to put a disclaimer on the last chapter O.o That's doesn't mean I magically gained ownership of the characters.
"She can stay with me." House commented from the kitchen. Where he had been poking around in the cupboards, trying to make himself scarce. While still being able to ease drop. The social worker had a first been skeptical about him coming inside. But she had already taken Remy, and Allison's statements, and was now trying to solve the problem of Remy's living arrangements.
"As long as I have consent from your parents." She said, looking from Remy to Allison then back to House.
"Give me a minute." Mrs. Harris seemed to expect him to call someone, or something along those lines. But instead he turned to one side.
"What do you think House? Can she stay at the house I own by myself and have for almost a year?"
"Well of course House we'd happily accept her into our home."
"Even for an undecided amount of time?"
"Of course. Especially if Cameron spends the night sometimes." He turned back to face the three women in the living room with his hands on the counter. Allison with her head in her hands shaking it slowly from side to side. Remy was holding back a laugh, and Mrs. Harris seeming confused.
"Does that clear things up?" He asked.
"No. It confuses them more. You own your own house?" She asked, setting her papers down, and studying the strange man before her.
"Well little Remy here is following in my footsteps trying to emancipate herself." His ability to be sarcastic to adults and authority figures, and in the worst situations would never end.
"Well I don't think I'm technically allowed to release her into your custody. But until she is legally in charge of herself... She could be in my custody, but living with you." Remy swore she could kiss this lady, and House for that matter.
"How long will that take?" House cocked an eyebrow looking to the woman.
"Most likely a week, or a little longer. Could you handle her for that long?"
"Longer. If this one stays with her." He pointed to Allison. The two just ignored his comment, not sure if denying it was worth it.
"I'm just going to add into this discussion about me that I'm not a part of that that sounds awesome." Remy leaned against the couch with her arms crossed. A grin shifting across her features for the first time since she'd seen the police car at her house a little over an hour ago.
"That's perfect." Mrs. Harris looked between the two. Then to Allison, who had been hovering by Remy for almost the past hour.
"I should probably call my supervisor... Remy if you want to pack some things, and House was it?" She sounded skeptical again.
"That's my last name but yes, call me House."
"Well I would like to talk to you House." She nodded to him. Pulling out a cell phone as she talked.
"I'll help you pack." Allison said, ushering Remy. Who seemed to be slipping in and out of numbness by the small of the back to her room.
When they entered Allison couldn't help glancing at the bed, memories of what had happened on it earlier that day washing over her. Remy stopped with her, the hand on her back leading her coming to a halt. Then she turned, and Allison was locked in a tight hug.
Her face buried in Remy's neck, with the taller girls face pressed into her hair. She could hear Remy breathing deep, calming breaths. Fending off a panic attack. Trying to let herself get lost in Allison. She could feel the deep breaths slowly turning into silent sobs. The arms around her waist tightening even more.
Allison realized that she was whispering comforting nothings in her ear, and rubbing slow circles on her back. She steered the quietly crying girl to the bed. Making her sit on it. She scooted back a bit. But Remy's arms around her waist wouldn't let her too far.
The blonde reached forward to cup her girlfriend's cheek. Starting to slowly rub circles on the apple of her cheek. Rubbing tears from it as she did so. She leaned forward silently and kissed her on the forehead.
"How are you holding up?" Allison asked breaking the silence between them.
"I don't know." Remy replied after a moment of staring into Allison's warm teal eyes. The blonde gave a small, sad smile. "It doesn't feel real." She added. Wrapping her arms tighter around the smaller girl, pulling her closer between her knees. Then mumbling against her collarbone. "But you do. You're the only thing that feels real."
The words made Allison's stomach clench in a weird way. Fighting off butterflies. But it was more than that. These weren't butterflies. She didn't know what this intense, overwhelming emotion was. But it felt like something she had heard described many times, and that terrified her. Terrified her in one of the best possible ways ever.
They stayed like that for a couple more moments. "You should pack some things..." Allison pulled back a bit, forcing Remy to stand or release her. She opted for the former. Staying as close to Allison as much as she could. Holding tightly onto her anchor. Who didn't seem to mind.
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"How long are you willing to house her?" Mrs. Harris asked after a short conversation with her supervisor.
"Until... College? Or if she wants to go to college nearby through college. I draw the line at graduation from college." He looked up to a surprised social worker. This boy would never stop pulling things from his bag of tricks, and surprises.
"Would you charge rent? I don't believe she has a job."
"Well, I would want her to pay for the water and electronics she used. But I inherited the house from my grandfather. So I don't have to pay off mortgage." He reasoned.
"So this is permanent for you?" The middle aged woman asked.
"I've been looking for a roommate. But my girlfriend's parents aren't smiling upon her moving in with me until she's at least eighteen, and it seems Thirteen needs the place more." He waved in the direction of Remy's room at the social workers questioning look to Thirteen.
A couple more rounds of question and answer passed between House and Mrs. Harris. Throughout which House managed at some point to turn the tables and start asking her questions. Allison and Remy exited Remy's room. Ready to go.
"I'll take you guys over there. Then I'll take you home, and give Lisa her car back." House stated pointing a lot during his statement. Looking to Mrs. Harris for confirmation at the end. She nodded. Picking up her papers, and somewhat stereotypical briefcase.
"You call me tomorrow Remy. We can sort out dates, and what's going to happen with your father." Remy nodded mutely. Squeezing Allison's hand which she had forgotten she was holding. But was happy that she was. She handed her a card, and paused for a second. Seeming to not know what to do. But gave the brunette a small pat on the back of the hand, and a small smile. Which Remy did her best to return.
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"Here, you can sleep on the couch tonight." House dumped the blankets and pillows he had been holding onto said couch. He looked up from the jumbled mess of them, tumbling all over each other on the couch and falling onto the floor. To Remy, who since he had dropped Allison off at her house been practically mute.
Very different from her usual joking, playful, witty, cocky self.
"But there's a bedroom upstairs that you can have. There just isn't a mattress. You can change there." House added, then gave her a little shove on the shoulder.
"You're a boring mute." He stated. Took a few steps away, then turned back. "This is going to get better." The usually most pessimistic man ever stated. "You'll be able to do almost anything you want." He stated and when that got no response he walked back to her.
"Thirteen. Snap out of it. I know what you're going through. It seems like you're life is ending. But it's not. It's going to get better from here on. There might be some rough spots, but it'll get better." He gave her a little shake with the hand that had been on her shoulder. Making her sit. He started to head for the door to give Lisa her car back, and get his motorcycle.
"Thank you." She said putting as much strength into her voice as possible towards his back. He acted as though he didn't hear her.
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"Thirty-one your girlfriend is here!" House sing songed. It was ten in the morning the next day, and Remy was still asleep on the couch. "Thirteen!" He tossed his tennis ball at her, which hit the back of the couch. Allison shot a glare at him, and walked into the living room.
The whole house was small, in a cozy kind of way, but the living was particularly tight packed. With two small couches and a recliner. Allison walked to the one with a small pile of blankets on it, which were hiding a sleeping Remy. She crouched next to them, and brushed the blankets off of her.
"Hey there." She said in a quiet voice hoping that House couldn't hear them. Touching the brunette lightly on the cheek.
"Mhm. Hey." Remy replied yawning and, sitting up, and knocking her blankets off in the process. She turned her head and kissed Allison on the inside of the wrist. Allison's eyes widened at the action. Then flicked from her to House. Who was preoccupied with making a sandwich.
"How did you get here?" The brunette then asked, seeming confused.
"I walked." Allison replied. Looking back to House, then to the brunette before her. Who seemed to be getting back to herself.
"That's kind of far?" Remy observed. Sounding a bit protective as she turned her focus back to the blonde. Taking her in, from the small smile on her features, and bright blue eyes. She was so beautiful.
"Not to far." Allison reasoned. Resting her chin on her hands. "I don't want to hide it anymore." She stated suddenly.
"What?" Remy seemed confused for a moment. Then felt a finger trail down her side. "Oh." She paused for a moment. Enjoying the feeling. "Are you sure?" She closed her hand over Allison's, lacing their fingers.
"Yes. It's been almost three weeks Rem." She again looked to House. Who was moving around the kitchen looking for more food.
"How do you want to do it?" Remy asked, chuckling slightly.
"I have an idea." Allison said, pulling the brunette towards her.
"Okay what-" The rest of her words were muffled in a kiss.
House seemed to notice the two of them then. As he shouted a loud "I knew it!"
Allison pulled away, a smile on her lips. She then leaned forward and kissed her again. House's attention seemed to be glued to the two of them. "You're, you're making out on my couch." He stated in disbelief. Allison let out a small chuckle, barely pulling away from Remy's lips. Remy took the moment to nuzzle their noses together. A smile splitting her face, before she kissed her again.
"Eh. All the emotion makes it less sexy." House looked away. Then back over his shoulder. "Less, not totally not sexy. Just less." His eyes went back to the sandwich. Remy moved to Allison's neck. Laying open mouthed kisses on it. Resting her hands on Allison's waist.
When he looked back at them his eyes bugged. "Okay, now that's sexy."
Allison gave Remy a small shove to the shoulder's.
"Go get dressed." Allison commanded, giggling. "Then we can have lunch." She added at the pout she got.
Remy shuffled up the stairs, stopping and looking down at the blonde. Shooting her a frown. Then continued to the room that she had used to change the night before. The room, that if all this went the way she thought it would, would be her room. The thought was..., strange.
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"I talked to my social worker yesterday." Remy stated, catching her breath with her hands on her knees. Her new mattress was wedged in the door, House was at work, and they had gotten the thing the day before after lunch out of the basement. Bringing it upstairs was just something to enforce that this was permanent. Which Remy was having trouble comprehending.
"Did you now?" Allison asked, bringing her eyes which had been moving up and down her girlfriend's body for the past couple seconds of their break. The two teenage girls had gotten a mattress up the stairs themselves.
"Yeah... I have to go to court. Not like jury court, or even courtroom court. Just official stuff at the courthouse. With a judge..." She looked up at Allison. She was a little taken aback by how good she looked standing their with her hands on her hips, in a tight tank top, with her hair tied back in a messy ponytail. She was shining with perspiration from the strain of shoving the mattress up the stairs.
"Rem?" Allison had said something and Remy felt a little flush of embarrassment at the fact that she hadn't heard what she said because she was so absorbed in checking out her girlfriend.
"What?"
"I asked when." She said smiling, and starting to shove the mattress through the doorway again. It made a loud groan and fell into the small room.
"Three days." The brunette replied. Her and Allison attempting to turn the big rectangle around to get it on the bed. They finally did with a big 'whump.'
When Remy turned from the bed she found Allison less then a foot from her.
A little overwhelmed with Allison's sudden closeness. She backed up a step, only to bump into the newly mattress-ed bed. Remy's head was swimming, warmth radiating off of her, the flushed look to her cheeks. Her messy hair. How that shirt showed oh how wonderful her chest was. She sub-consciously licked her lips. Trying to even her breathing.
Allison moved closer. "It looks better with the mattress in here." She commented. The words barely made it to Remy's brain.
"M-hm." She tried to swallow, but her throat wasn't working. Allison took another step closer. Laying a hand flat on Remy's stomach. Remy stumbled, falling back onto the bed. The mattress made another small thump. Her heart was starting to pick up.
Allison had this look in her eyes, and crawled onto the bed with her. Straddling the brunette. Leaning down to capture her lips.
Then she pulled away slowly, dragging her teeth over the taller girls bottom lip. Before releasing it, and throwing her head back. Making her curls tumble down her back. Didn't she just have those in a ponytail?
Remy couldn't help it anymore. She curled her fingers in the straps of her gray tank top, bringing her back down, and their lips crashing together. The kiss was quickly deepened with clashing tongues, and melding lips.
Remy slid her hands from the straps of the tank top to cup Allison's full breasts. Massaging the firm globes through her bra. Allison let out a muffled moan, against Remy's lips, and tongue. Her breathing getting heavy.
Soon air became sparse in their lungs and they broke apart. Remy's hands still cupping her breasts. Allison glanced down at them, and she instantly pulled them away. Turning pink. The small room was filled with the sound of their heavy breathing.
"I'm sorry. Sometimes I just get carried away with you." Remy apologized in between breaths. Placing her hands instead on the blonde's hips.
"I don't mind." Allison stated. Her own hands going to Remy's ribs where she started drawing pointless patterns. "You do the same thing to me." She admitted. Running her tongue over her bottom lip thoughtlessly, tasting Remy there. The brunette was absorbed by the action. "I just stopped you because I thought this was getting in the way." Allison curled a hand behind her back, and unclasped her bra. Shrugging out of it, while leaving her tank top on.
Remy couldn't hold in the small groan it elicited from her. Allison smiled devilishly at her, before bringing her back in for another kiss.
A/N I know I promised the speed of light, but I'm out of practice typing that fast... Oh, and this is just the beginning, there's a plot here. With lot's of fluff, and kissing, and ^ that laced in. So tell me what you think. Yes, tell me what you think...