A/N Nine pages. This one was nine pages.. They just keep getting longer.. I think that's a good thing. I just couldn't end this one, probably because it's so fluffy. I can write enough fluff to fill all the pillows at PPTH. (Fangirl moment, I apologize.)
Disclaimer: Do you really think I would be writing fan fiction if I owned it? You don't think I would be beating my writers for ruing such a great show. I mean they got rid of Cuddy. Thirteen, and Cameron. They would be getting the sock full of dimes.
"Remy you can barely stand up. You're sick." Allison argued, hands on her girlfriend's shoulders. Keeping her from sliding down the lockers. Before going back to entering her combination. She smiled when she felt a weight on her shoulder, and an arm around her waist.
"I'm not sick." The brunette mumbled against her ear.
"You are." Allison replied. Slinging her bag over her shoulder, and turning to face her girlfriend. Causing her to fall against her. Wrapping her arms around her waist instead.
"Rem, we have to go to seventh period. Either stand up and walk with me, or go to the nurse. Because you're sick." Allison tried to turn Remy to face forward.
"I'm not sick." She replied. Straightening up, and clasping their hands.
"You're so stubborn." Allison groaned. Kicking her locker closed, and pulling her girlfriend along.
"I'm not stubborn, I'm just not sick." She fell into her usual seat, two over from Lisa. Allison sat in the one in front of her.
"You're burning up." Allison noted. Pressing the back of her hand against Remy's hot forehead. The brunette didn't complain to that. Leaning against the hand. Eyes fluttering closed.
"You're hands are cold." Remy replied.
"They're not. You have a fever." She moved her hand from her forehead to her cheek.
"I do not." The brunette mumbled, not very confidently. Leaning into Allison's touch on her cheek.
"Why are you so sure you're not sick?" Allison took her hand away. Smiling at the way Remy followed the her hand until it was to far away for her to reach.
"Because I'm not." She mumbled, resting her forehead on her folded arms. "I'm just.., tired."
"You are so stubborn." Allison groaned. Ruffling the brunette's hair. Getting a small wave of the hand.
"Stop, I have a headache." Remy grumbled into her arms.
"You have a headache, because you're sick." Allison glanced back, expecting another argument. Remy had already slipped off. "You're definitely sick." She stated. A little irritated that her girlfriend insisted on going to school in her current state.
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"You know if you pass out I can't carry you right?" Allison looked over to the brunette slumped against Lisa's car. Giving her a small prod in the arm.
"I just don't like mooching rides from Lisa." She replied, not looking up from the ground.
"It's not mooching if she offers." Allison rationalized, pushing off of the car, to come around to face the taller girl. Cupping her cheek, and encouraging her face up to look her in the eye.
"Walking is good for you." Remy argued, sounding like she thought just the opposite.
"You're like five seven and barely more than a hundred pounds. I think you're fine in the fitness section." Allison unconsciously started stroking her girlfriend's burning cheek with her thumb.
"Hey you're like less than ninety so you can't talk."
"I'm not less than ninety pounds!" Allison defended, hugging her arms around her small frame.
"You totally are." Lisa's voice joined in. Hitting a button on her fab, causing the car to give a small click as it unlocked.
"I'm- I'm at least ninety pounds." Allison released her bear hug on herself, and looked down.
"Yeah, it's all in your boobs, and your ass." Lisa stated. Sliding into the driver's seat.
"It's- Is-" Allison seemed unable to make an argument and took up staring at the back of her best friend's head from her place in the back seat.
"That's not a bad thing." Remy added. Attempting to sit up as straight as possible, as if to prove Allison's theory of her being sick wrong. But only made herself ache, and want to curl up in a tight ball, and go to sleep.
"Can we go back to arguing about whether you're sick or not..., because you are." Allison gave her girlfriend a small nudge. Causing her excellent posture to crumble.
Unable to think up a witty reply, with her sleep craving mind, she gave a feeble. "Am not." Followed by a small sniffle.
"Are too." Allison chuckled, digging around in her bag, before handing the brunette a tissue.
"I don't need that, because I'm not sick." Remy shrunk away from the tissue. Giving another badly timed sniffle. Allison let out small frustrated huff.
"Oh my god. Just take it." The blonde insisted. Throwing the little white square in question at the brunette.
"If I'm so sick, maybe you shouldn't come over." Remy pushed herself up into a respectable position in her seat. Really not wanting Allison not to come over. But to damn stubborn for her own good. She knew that she had gotten her.
"I'm coming over." Allison replied. Pointing a small glare at the brunette.
"You shouldn't if I'm so sick, you could catch whatever I have- hey!" The sarcasm could drip from Remy's voice until it was interrupted with her little cry. Lisa glanced into the backseat from the traffic light to see Remy pulled across the gap between the two back seats by the collar of her shirt. Her ear right by Allison's mouth.
"I don't even want to know." She stated, hitting the acceleration and pulling down House's street.
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"Mom, mom. We're not going to do anything if that's what you think. She's sick and I don't want her to be alone."
"Yes, yes she lives with House, but he's... House. I swear I won't be late for school."
"No, I won't catch whatever she has."
"I know, because I'm not stupid."
"I wasn't raising my voice. Mom, I promise." There was a sudden desperation in the voice traveling to Remy from the hallway outside of her room.
"Really? Mom, thank you. Thank you, I'll see you tomorrow... Love you too." Allison re-entered Remy's room, tucking her cell phone away. Looking at the brunette seated on the corner of her bed. Knees tucked under her chin. With pale cheeks, and a red nose. They had recently moved upstairs from the living room after Remy fell asleep three times, and had erupted into a coughing fit. House had sent her away saying he didn't want to catch whatever she had. Sating that his crappy job didn't have health insurance.
"You know I'm only saying I'm sick because you said you'd stay the night." Remy stated. Although the words lost pretty much all conviction with the accent of a stuffy nose on them.
"O-kay." Allison replied disbelievingly. Seating herself on the bed that took up most of the room.
"I'm tired." Remy admitted. As she rested her head in her girlfriend's lap. Allison started to stroke the brunette's forehead subconsciously. God, she was on fire.
"Then go to sleep."
"Mmph, you go to sleep with me." Remy wrapped her arms around Allison's neck. Pulling her further back on her bed so her feet were no longer on the floor.
"I'm not tired.., or sick." Remy lay, half on top of the blonde, resting her head on her chest, letting the words the blonde was saying vibrate against her ear.
"I'm not sick." She mumbled in her stuffy nose muffled voice. "You're really warm." She added, slipping her hands up the back of Allison's shirt.
"You're on fire. You have a fever." The blonde replied. Lifting her head to look at the brunette laying on her chest. Surprised she hadn't argued.
"I'm cold, you're warm. Why must you ruin that with your insistence that I'm sick?" She mumbled against the swell of a breast. Sliding her hands further up the back of Allison's shirt, until she reached her bra strap.
"I don't know, because I'm concerned, and you're annoyingly stub- What are you doing?" Allison knew all to well what she was doing, and attempted to wiggle loose of the brunette's weight on her.
"Nothing." Remy replied, the smirk practically audible in her voice, as she said nothing sounding a bit like no-ding.
"Stop, stop! Dammit Rem." Allison managed to slip free from Remy's grip after she had achieved her goal, and unclasped the blonde's bra.
"I'm sorry." She mumbled. Sitting up, and looking down at the quilt under her. Not seeming very apologetic with her ear to ear grin.
"No you're not." Allison gave her a small shove. Before going back to attempting to re-clasp her bra. "I thought you were tired." She said. Still trying to fix herself.
"I am, but it was just too tempting." Remy replied. Falling back into Allison's lap. The blonde took stroking her hair back up, and they sat like that for a while. Talking about nothing. Allison really just trying to get Remy to fall asleep.
She was obviously getting worse. Allison really just wished she would rest and get better so she wouldn't have to see a doctor or something. She wasn't sure how medical things worked with her being legally an adult.
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"Rem. I brought your soup up here, because Lisa and House are down there. Being Lisa and House." Allison paused in the doorway. Smiling at the brunette curled up in a little ball in the middle of the bed. Finally asleep. She set the soup down on the little bedside table. The only furniture in the room other than the bed.
The noise seemed to wake Remy, and Allison cursed herself.
"Al? What time is it? You're here but, I thought..." She seemed to forget what she was meaning to say. Although really all of it had been gibberish.
"It's nine thirty. Sweetie, how are you feeling? Any better?" Allison lay the back of her hand flat to the brunette's forehead. Frowning at the heat radiating from it.
"I'm cold..." Remy mumbled wrapping her arms around Allison's neck.
"Rem. Have some soup..., and change out of your jeans. I need to see if House has a thermometer." The blonde turned to retrieve the soup. Stopping when she was tugged back by a handful of her shirt.
"I think I'm sick." Remy admitted. Looking down. "Sorry." The way she said it broke Allison's heart a bit.
"It's okay, we just have to get you better. So eat your soup, and... change out of your jeans." She gave Remy's cheek a small pat. Really not wanting to leave her even for the less than a minute it would take to get a thermometer.. That is, if House had one.
"I love you." Allison prayed Remy's fever wasn't too high, and her seeming unconnected thoughts were because she had just awoken.
"I love you too." Allison replied, giving Remy a kiss on the forehead. Which only reminded her how scalding hot she was.
When Allison returned. It turned out House did in fact have a thermometer. Although it was somewhere deep in the medicine cabinet. She found Remy tangled in her button up shirt, she had changed out of her jeans, into a pair of sweat pants. She helped the brunette to unbutton the few she had missed. Slipping it off, and forcing her self to help her find another one. She really should have been wearing an undershirt. It would make things a lot easier. Than her standing there, shivering even though her skin was on fire, in her bra.
Allison located a somewhat too big tee-shirt, and helped Remy get it on, she seemed to be having trouble reaching her arms over her head. Then managed to get her to get in bed. She gave her the thermometer then. With a little difficulty managed to convince her to put it under her tongue.
One hundred and three degrees.
It was high.
After a while of encouraging Remy to eat her soup. She hoped that it wasn't a sign of nausea. She managed to leave again to go to the bathroom. Where she located Tylenol, and got a glass of water from the kitchen.
When she returned half of Remy's soup was gone, and the brunette had the blankets of her bed pulled over her head. She smiled at the childishness, and lifted the corner of the quilt.
"Remy. I need you to take some medicine." Remy squinted at the streak of light making it's way under her covers.
"Get under here with me." Allison grinned at the very Remy like demand.
"If you take this. You have a really high fever, and I don't want you getting worse." The blonde offered the cup and pills. Remy accepted them. While Allison took the distraction to switch off the light, and look around to find something other than her jeans to sleep in.
"Where all your clothes Rem?" Allison asked, bracing herself against the foot of her girlfriend's bed.
"My dad's house." The brunette replied, sitting up, and resting her chin on her hands. Seeming less, disoriented with the lights off, and Allison realized, her talking quieter.
"You should probably get your clothes out of there." She stated. Sliding out of her jeans, and bra, and into bed with Remy. Noting how Remy's body heat she seemed to be radiating had warmed under the sheets so much.
"Mhm." Remy agreed. Pulling the blankets around them. Allison wrapped her arm around Remy's waist, hugging her to her chest. Despite their height difference. "Not now though." She added. Cuddling into Allison's chest. Grateful for her warmth, when she felt so cold.
"No not now." Allison said chuckling.
"Don't laugh at me." Remy grumbled into Allison's chest. Mumbling some other unintelligible things.
"Okay. Go to sleep Rem." Allison started stroking the taller girls back. For the first time noting, just how thin her girlfriend was, and she had gained weight since she had moved in with House.
She mumbled something else, and Allison just kept rubbing her back. Hoping she would be better in the morning.
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Allison awoke to the insistent buzzing of her cell phone on the floor where ever she had discarded her pants. Remy had her face buried in her chest, attempting to ignore the sound. Allison was intent on doing the same, before she realized it was her alarm.
She stumbled out of Remy's bed. With complaints from the brunette. Who, still mostly asleep wrapped her arms around her girlfriend's waist. Allison turned in the grip, cupping one of her lover's cheeks to maker her look her in the eye. With a feeling of relief she noted how cool the skin was.
"I have to get ready for school. My mom will never let this happen again if I don't go.. or if I'm late." Remy leaned her forehead against the stomach at eye level with her, frowning.
"I still don't feel really good. I don't think I can walk." She mumbled. Allison sighed at the other girls stubbornness, placing a hand on her girlfriend's back. Frowning at the damp chilled feel of her tee-shirt. She figured her fever had broken some time in the night. Thank god.
"You're not going to school." Allison stated the obvious. Scooping that cheek back up, noting that her skin was unnaturally cold.
"What?" Remy attempted to kneel but stumbled. Falling back against Allison's standing form.
"You're still sick. Your fever broke, but you're still sick. I'll come over at school, and see how you're doing. But you're staying here." Allison located her jeans and stopped the annoying buzz of her alarm. "For someone who claims to dislike school, you're pretty hell bent on going and staying."
"So I'm just supposed to sit here all day?" The brunette asked, again trying to get out of bed, only to grip the frame to keep from falling.
"Sleep some more. You barely did last night." Allison pulled her jeans on, and turned to go to the bathroom. Before stopping. "When does House usually get up?" She looked down at her scantily clad torso. Her glaring amount of chest visible could be a problem.
"Like," Remy glanced at her clock. "Now."
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"Hey there. You and Thirteen have fun last night?" Allison stopped in the hall, tugging the sides of Remy's shirt over her chest.
"She had a fever of one hundred and three. We slept. Well she, tried to."
"Okay." He replied. Raising his eyebrows disbelievingly. "You're wearing her clothes." He observed, looking her up and down.
"You're staring at my chest." She replied re-entering Remy's room, and setting the glass of water and Tylenol on her bedside table.
"Hey, I have to go." Allison said, leaning over the brunette lying in bed. To find her asleep. She smiled, and gave a small kiss on the temple.
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It was past noon when Remy woke up. Slow groggy, and grudgingly. She felt, sticky, but not sick. Grumbling she rolled over and just about fell out of the bed. Pulling the blankets with her.
After a lengthy shower, in which Remy attempted to wash the sick from her. Brushing her teeth for like half an hour. Then attempting to find something to wear. With most of her clothes not there. She should really fix that. She lay on the couch tired of laying in bed, and trying to find something on tv.
But found herself falling asleep instead.
She woke up again around three. Her stomach reminding her that she hadn't eaten anything that day. After a bit of rooting around in the freezer she found an open box of toaster strudels letting out a victorious. "Score." Which sounded scratchy coming out of her raw, unused throat. She put two in the toaster. Filled a glass of water. Looked at the clock again, and added another.
Allison showed up when the three pastries Remy had put in the toaster were almost done.
"Hey, how are you feeling?" Allison asked, seating her chin on her hands with her elbows on the counter. Watching the brunette leaned against the sink, sipping from a tall almost empty glass of water.
"Better." Remy replied, leaning over the counter and attempting to kiss her girlfriend who ducked out of the way. "Hey?" She pouted.
"Are you really having three toaster strudels?" The blonde asked, ducking under her girlfriend's arm to see the toaster working away at the frozen pastries.
"Well, I haven't eaten since like yesterday, and I'm hungry. But I made one for you." Remy replied. Catching Allison around the waist and kissing her on the forehead before she could wiggle loose.
"I made you soup yesterday, and you wouldn't eat it." Allison replied, smiling up at the brunette. She seemed, so much better.
"Yeah, I was kind of scared I would throw it up." The taller girl replied resting her chin on the top of her lover's blonde head.
"Charming." She replied, leaning her forehead against the brunette's collarbones. She smelled like soup, in one of the best ways ever. The toaster gave a little ding.
"You have to warm up your icing." Remy pulled from the embrace. Scooping one of the little still half frozen packets, and tucked it into the blonde's cleavage.
"Hey!" She yelped a hand going down her shirt to retrieve the square of frozen icing from it. Goosebumps already covering the skin of her chest.
"It's warm in there." Remy said giggling, and pulling the pastries from the toaster.
Allison slid her arms around the brunette. Sliding one hand up the front of her shirt, feeling her sink into her. She opened her hand and pressed her palm flat to her stomach. In between her hand and that stomach was the freezing icing.
"Hey, what the hell that's cold!" Remy squirmed about trying to get the cold from her bare skin.
"Hah, it's warm in there." Allison mimicked. Kissing the base of her neck.
"You're terrible." Remy groaned, turning in the blonde's grip. Her back pressing into the counter.
"You're adorable." Allison replied in a hum. Pressing her lips to her jaw.
"What happened to no kissing?" The brunette asked, resting her hands on the shorter girls hips.
"Oh you want me to stop?" Allison replied, slipping quickly out of Remy's grip, and grabbing their plates before seating herself at the couch.
"No..." The taller girl whined, leaning back against the counter. "I miss your lips." Remy leaned over the side of the couch. Crawling onto it and kissing her on the cheek, and neck.
"It's been less than two minutes since I kissed you." Allison replied, attempting to pry the brunette off, but to no anvil.
"That wasn't a real kiss." Remy mumbled against her neck. Wrapping her arms tighter around Allison's tiny waist. Humming against her pulse point like she knew drove Allison crazy.
"You were like dead sick a couple hours ago." The blonde struggled to get out of the embrace, when she received a couple hot open mouthed kisses down her neck, and back up to that spot.
"I wasn't that bad." Remy nipped a rather sensitive spot of pale flesh. Getting a small gasp of surprise and pleasure at it.
You were talking about zebras in your sleep." Allison managed to get out between gasps. She gave the brunette a small shove by the shoulder's, when she started be unable to resist the tempting feel of her warm, soft, moist lips on her sensitive skin.
"I was not." She replied indignantly, as she fell backwards against the arm of the couch.
"You were." Allison replied. Setting the plate with Remy's toaster strudels on her lap. "You should eat something." She insisted.
"Mm, I want to eat someone." Remy replied, leaning onto her knees, and whispering it against the shell of her girlfriend's ear. Allison's mouth dropped open with shock, did she actually just say that. She turned to the brunette hovering by her, an eyebrow cocked. She leaned forward and pressed her lips to right underneath her ear. Causing Allison to give a little shudder.
"What has gotten into you?" Allison pushed her down against the couch. Toaster strudels forgotten.
A/N So I wrote sick fluff. For the heck of it. But there is a bit of plot there... Maybe.. Sort of. Barely. Anyway, I don't think I need to beg for reviews anymore, because you guys obviously love me, or the story enough that you keep giving them... But it would be great if you kept doing that.. Cause it's kind of what I look forward to every time I go on the computer. Seeing that you guys liked what I wrote.. :) So yeah.. Review.