A/N

Disclaimer: I don't own House. Not even my own! (Haha see what I did there. Cause his name is a noun for the place you live, and I'm a minor and live in my parents house! Tough crowd...)

"Hm, Al...?" Remy rolled over on her twin sized bed looking for the clock, that wasn't there, and almost falling off said bed in the process. The arm around her waist tightened and stopped from the two and half foot drop to the floor, with the help of Remy's death grip on the edge of the bed.

"You're lucky I wasn't asleep." Allison mumbled, still sounding a bit asleep, in her ear.

"You were a minute ago." The brunette replied, rolling back over and burying her face in Allison's neck. "What time is it?" She asked, the question barely more than a rumble against the blonde's neck. Her hand going to the blonde's pocket for her cell phone.

"Hey, hey, hey. I can get it." Allison chased the hand going in her pocket away, and pulled out the mobile device. "Six twenty-two." She read from the screen. Seeming to deflate back into Remy's arms after wards.

Neither of them wanted to say the obvious, that Allison would have to go soon. She had come over the past two days after school. Not really wanting to leave Remy alone. They had done their homework then practically passed out on the bed together today. Allison snuggled back into the brunette's grip. Her exhaustion from earlier slightly abated she still didn't want to get up and walk home alone. Especially because it was getting colder still as fall started turning into winter.

"I'll walk you home." Remy offered. Sliding back a few inches in the bed, and pressing her forehead to her girlfriend's.

"Maybe you could stay for dinner?" Allison countered with her own offer.

"I don't think. You know with your parents, and... Maybe next time." Remy stumbled over her words suddenly extreme unsure of herself. She really didn't want to offer herself up to Allison's parents as the girl that not only made their daughter question her sexuality. But was currently in the process of being emancipated from her abusive father, and had barely had a decent home cooked meal for over a year. She wanted to get a grip back on her life before she met Allison's parents. That still didn't stop the slightly hurt feeling that flitted over Allison's features from making a little pang of regret go through her.

"Maybe next time." The blonde repeated. Nodding her head, and getting up. Remy wrapped her arms around the petite blonde's middle stopping her from getting off the bed, and rested her chin on her shoulder.

"But I'm still walking you home." She stated, pressing a small kiss to her girlfriend's neck.

"Okay." Allison obliged. Sliding off the bed and into her shoes.

XxXxXxX

"You look nice." Allison commented. It was the day of Remy's court date, and she was currently standing at the mirror in her room at her dad's house. Fidgeting with her crisp pinstriped shirt, covered with a gray sweater vest. A silky blue tie, and black slacks.

Mrs. Harris had said that Allison could come but she would have to wait outside, as she currently was in her car.

"Are you sure, I think my ties to short. Do you think I should wear something else? I look like a boy." Remy turned around and fell against Allison. Wrapping her arms around the blonde's waist, and burying her face in her neck.

"You look really good." Allison said, taking a step back and smoothing out the front of the brunette's shirt. Allison thought that Remy's self-consciousness was really cute. It was also something she had never seen in the brunette before.

"You look hot." Remy commented. Giving her girlfriend a once over. In her own button down shirt, cardigan, and pleated skirt. Allison gave her a small smack on the stomach. Allison then straightened out her shirt and vest again.

"We should get going don't want to keep her waiting." She took a step back from her girlfriend. A hand still resting on her stomach. Remy placed a her own hand over it, she stared at for a moment making no move to leave. Before looking back up at Allison. A conflict in her eyes.

"Rem... Are you alright?" Allison took another step forward, moving her hand from her stomach to her hip. Taking Remy's with it, as her fingers were laced from behind. She then took another step forward, noticing the doubt, and fear in her eyes.

"I'm..." She looked away from the blonde's concerned teal eyes.

"Remy you can tell me." Allison reassured. The brunette rested her forehead against the top of her shorter girlfriend's head.

"Scared..." She finished in a whisper. Wrapping her arms around Allison's neck. The blonde felt a small pang in her stomach at the vulnerability displayed.

"You don't have to-" Remy cupped a cheek in her hand. Stopping her with her thumb over her lips.

"What if they think he didn't do it. What if they send him back here, and nothing has changed. What if-" Remy's rambling started to speed up, until she was stopped with a finger to her own lips.

"Stop. Remy stop. For one there is no way that they could think he didn't do it. But even if they do you won't have to stay. You can still emancipate yourself. The way he treats you, I doubt he would fight for custody." Allison started reassuring her again, wiping the tears that Remy hadn't even known had started to fall from her cheeks. She let them stand there like that for a couple minutes. Remy calming herself down, before Allison encouraged her along to the door.

XxXxXxX

Remy was pacing. Allison watching looking it bit like she was watching a tennis match in slow motion. She knew that Remy only paced when she was nervous. They had been waiting in the hall for close to ten minutes.

"Remy I'm sure everything is fine." The blonde spoke up, hating seeing Remy like this. Mrs. Harris had said that she would come out and get her when they needed her. Allison sighed heavily. She didn't stop pacing.

"Remy..."

"I'm nervous." She turned again, stuffing her hands in her pockets.

Allison stood, and intercepted her. Cupping one of her cheeks in each hand, looking both ways down the hall way. A sterile place, that looked almost hospital-like other than the amount of wood on display. No one was coming. She pulled Remy in and gave her a rather forceful, reassuring kiss.

When she pulled away Remy looked a bit dumbstruck.

"Still nervous?" She asked with a small smile.

XxXxXxX

"Where's Remy?" Allison asked dropping her bag by the couch. Looking at House seated on it intently focused on the television as he played his x box.

"She said she was going to see her mom?" He replied never looking from the screen, as he cocked an eyebrow.

"House her mom is dead." Allison took a step in front of the tv. Crossing her arms.

"Buried, or cremated?" He glanced around her, she moved that direction.

"I don't know?" The blonde threw her hands out to either side in exasperation. He looked to the other side.

"If she's buried she might've gone to the cemetery. Which one's the question. You're to small to block my view." He looked to the other side. "Spreading your legs would make it easier though." He added.

"Did she take her bike or walk?" Allison asked. Not giving him the satisfaction of getting offended at his comment.

"Walked." He tried to look around her again, only to have her move quickly from side to side with the movement of his head.

"Did she say how long she would be gone?" He groaned and hit the pause button.

"She said she'd be home for dinner." He said mocking Allison in his high pitched mock-exasperated voice. The blonde again ignored him. Face going blank with thought, and calculation.

"Thanks." She mumbled, scooping up her bag and heading out the door.

XxXxXxX

The third cemetery, how ironic that House lived so close to so many. She spotted Remy. Walking through them was slightly depressing, and she was happy to find her.

She on the grass in front of a tombstone. Knees pulled up to her chest, with her chin resting on top of them. Allison started towards her, but stopped when she heard her taking. Just barely audible from about twenty feet away. Allison stopped, suddenly not so sure that finding her had been such a good idea.

"I'm just really confused, I suppose I should be happy he can't control me anymore. Can't hurt me anymore. But I just feel confused... I don't know what I'm supposed to do with myself now. Should I get a job? I mean my social worker lady says that the money I get from you should be fine for now. But I feel like I should, so I can pay House for letting me live there, and still have money to do things with Allison. You would love her. She's amazing. I never thought I would come to talk to you... I thought that people that did were crazy, and I really have no right to think that you should listen to me. I never said goodbye... You loved me, but I couldn't see it." She gave her knees a squeeze, and Allison thought she could hear her voice falter. She wondered if she was crying.

"He loved you... He loved you so much that he didn't know what to do after you were gone. He's not the same man... Not at all. But he still loves you. I remember that time before you started... That time we went out to the park and ate lunch. He thinks I can't remember you before... But I can. I know why he loved you so much, you were so happy. I hope I can find that... I don't know I might have... I remember how we forgot the silverware and I thought it was so cool that I got to eat pudding with my hands. How old was I? Three? I miss you, I didn't for so long. I don't think I felt anything for so long. But then I came here to this new school, and I found.. Well I think I'm getting better. I think it's a good thing that I'm missing you. It reminds me that you were something that I needed to miss." She stood and dropped a flower Allison had seen on the top of the grave. Kissing her first two fingers and pressing them to it, where the name was carved.

Allison suddenly realized that she was standing in plain view, and had for lack of a better word been ease dropping on Remy's one sided conversation with her mom. She turned, ran back a few steps and started towards the brunette at a somewhat fast pace. Just as she turned around.

"Allison?" She seemed a bit shocked to see her, but not angry.

"I went to House's and you weren't there." The blonde explained, as she came back within earshot.

"How did you find me here?" Remy asked, stopping her with hands on the shorter girl's shoulders.

"He said you told him you were going to see your mom." She arched an eyebrow as a blush seeped into Remy's cheeks. "I'm not dumb." She leaned forward and kissed the taller girl on the cheek. "You don't have to hide it."

"It makes me sound crazy." Remy countered. Returning Allison's kiss to the cheek with one of her own to the forehead.

"Lots of people go to people they've lost at emotional times. It's normal. Plus I already know you're crazy." Allison slid her hand into Remy's. Flashing her smile at her last statement. "Let's go back somewhere warm, it's freezing out here."

"Let me take you somewhere for dinner." Remy offered. Giving Allison's warm hand a squeeze with her cold one.

"You don't have to do, I mean with-" Remy stopped a flustered Allison with a finger on her lips.

"I want to." Then replaced her finger with her lips. Allison melted into. Even though it was quite a strange place to kiss. In the gate of a cemetery.

A/N Shortish chapter... That is a bit of a strange place to kiss. But it would make a pretty great picture. Review and tell me how awesome it was. (or not awesome... I just want you to review.)