A/N This would have been up sooner, but I was so tired last night when I finished it I was barely able of coherent thought, and didn't think that was the best way to proofread a story.
Disclaimer: I had a really witty disclaimer on this one-shot I wrote, I wish I would have saved it for here... I don't own House! And now a chicken (:~
Remy pushed the door open with her bare shoulder. Reaching to flick on her light only to find that it already was. She turned the rest of the way around heart in her throat. Why was her light on. House was at work, and she was alone.
Allison sat on the edge of her bed. Hands braced on her knees.
"Hey Al. I didn't know you were coming over." The usual flutter of happiness she felt whenever she saw Allison was accompanied by surprise, and a sense of vulnerability. She was just clad in a towel, and naked. A towel didn't count, she was naked.
"Allison are you alright? It's kind of late." Remy tightened her grip on her towel making sure the door was securely closed before walking to the edge of the bed. Her pajamas a tantalizing few feet away. The blonde hadn't looked up at her since she entered, and really acknowledged her presence. At the question she looked up at her. Remy noticed something deep in her blue eyes.
"Al..?" She loosely cupped the blonde's cheek, attempting to get her attention, because even though she was looking at her. Remy really wasn't sure if she saw her.
Then she definitely saw her. Well at least her lips.
But the kiss wasn't like any kiss Remy had gotten from Allison ever before. It lacked the love and care, or any tenderness at all. It was rough, and needy, and forceful.
The vulnerability Remy had felt before increased tenfold when she felt hands on the front of her towel. Releasing the corner tucked tight to her body. Remy knew something wasn't right. She knew that something was wrong with Allison. But the way she was pulling her down roughly. The material of her tee-shirt rubbing against her taut sensitive nipples. Her tongue exploring the inside of her mouth. It was making it a little difficult to think. Much less stop her.
Allison flipped them. Pressing a clothed knee into her center. Remy let out a small gasp, thigh muscles shuddering. Allison's lips left hers, before claiming the flesh on Remy's collarbone. Running her teeth over it and getting another gasp. Hips jumped into the blonde's, trying to find the pressure of her knee again.
Remy gripped the blonde's shoulders attempting to push her away. Knowing that this wasn't right, and that she needed to find out what was wrong. But she only got Allison's mouth off of her for a few seconds. Not nearly enough time to clear her head, or calm down her body. When Allison latched back onto her. Pulling a nipple between her lips this time.
Remy curled her fingers into the blonde's shirt when just the right about of teeth and tongue teased her nipple. She held back a moan, and managed to pry Allison off of her. She scrambled for her shirt. Anything to stop Allison from attacking her with her mouth again.
"Allison. Stop, you're obviously not yourself right now. You need to tell me what's wrong." Remy's hand which had been groping the bed behind her for her shirt found it and she pulled it roughly over her head. "You're upset." Remy touched Allison's jaw, as her eyes had slowly slid away. Shame had started to wiggle it's way onto her features. "Why?"
"My mom..." Allison trailed off, glancing at Remy's still mostly nakedness.
"Al, I'm right here." Remy leaned forward, cradling Allison's face in her hands to keep her looking her in the eyes.
"My mom was in a car accident... Kind of a bad one. Earlier today. She'll be in the hospital... I don't know how long. It was just one of those reality check things you know... How easily life can end." Allison's speech had slowly picked up speed and urgency until the middle. Then slowed back down at the end. Tears had begun to slowly stream down her cheeks.
"Her's didn't now. No one's has. I'm still here, so is your mom, your brothers, your dad, Lisa, House." Remy placed a light kiss on Allison's forehead. The blonde sunk into her until her she was resting against her chest arms wrapped tightly around her waist.
"The guy's that hit her did. His front axle, just.., gave out." Allison snuggled into her chest.
"Oh Allison, it's okay. Everything is going to be okay." Remy started to rub her back, and rested her chin on top of her blonde head. "You care, so much..."
"I saw his family, over there in the waiting room. He had a wife, kids, half my age. She was just crying, they didn't really know what was going on... I had to get out of there." Allison tightened her grip around the brunette. Speaking into her soft tee-shirt.
"And now you're here. It's going to be okay. You're mom's a strong lady." Allison shuffled forward on the bed. Pulling herself into her lap.
"Allison, you remember that I'm not wearing pants right?" Remy asked sounding a bit worried.
"I don't care." She responded against Remy's shirt. "I just really need you to hold me right now. Okay?" Remy tightened her grip around the blonde, whose quiet sobs started picking up. Remy mumbled a small 'okay' against her ear.
After a little while Allison managed to stop the tears, the sweet words being breathed into her ear and the slow rubbing of her back probably helped.
"I need to talk about something." She stated, pulling back to look Remy in the eye. "Anything but..." She trailed off biting her bottom lip. "That.., this. I don't know what to call it." She buried her face back into Remy's chest.
"Like what?" Remy asked, and started drawing random patterns on Allison's back as she knew that she liked.
"Anything... Zebras." Allison again pulled back a bit, her arms creeping up her girlfriend's back to wrap around her neck.
"Can I put some type of pants on?" Remy asked, albeit not wanting to move, not wanting to let go of Allison for a second. She just looked, seemed so fragile. She wondered if this protectiveness was how Allison had felt about her, when now that she thought about it. She had been falling apart.
"Okay." Allison agreed dejectedly. Keeping herself somehow attached to the brunette while she found underwear and slipped them on. She knew how Allison felt. The need to be distracted. The need to not think about something. She had made good friends with that feeling in her preteen, and early teen years, and just recently before her life had made a pleasant turn for the better.
People say that the best way to face your problems is head on. But sometimes that just can't work and you need to forget about a hurt, or a pain, and smile.
"Tell me about you and Chase?" Remy offered. Sitting back down on her bed. Letting Allison claim her lap as her seat again, she took her wrist in her hand. Placing her knuckles against her lips in a gentle kiss. Remy felt the protectiveness she had felt for the blonde calm a bit when she felt a smile form against her hand.
"You've been talking to House." She observed. Giving her another kiss on the fingers.
"How can I not talk to House? I live with him." Remy rose an eyebrow, but Allison noted the fact that she didn't have her usual smile, and it took the distracting off of her distraction.
"Stop acting like something's wrong." Allison looked up at Remy's amazing eyes from the hand that had taken much of her attention. Remy looked about to object. "I mean you've been talking to House about Robert." She added, hiding her mouth behind Remy's knuckles again.
"How do you know that?" Remy answered not giving away if she had been talking to House about him or not.
"You called him Chase. House only really calls people by their last names. Why did you ask House about him?" Allison leaned her head against Remy's shoulder and looked up at the brunette's sparkly turquoise eyes. She really could get lost in them.
"I don't know. He made you all.., huffy, and I asked you about him and you wouldn't tell me." Allison stopped her.
"That's not true, I told you it was a long story, and we were the hallway after school. You never asked for it later."
"Well that's because it obviously upset you, and I don't like to do things that upset you." Remy stated the obvious.
"So you did ask House about him?" Allison let a grin flash across her features.
"Maybe a little bit... But I still want to hear your story. What happened?" Remy trailed a finger down Allison's arm at this question. Ghosting over the very edge of the sensitive underside of it. Teasing her skin in that way it seemed only Remy knew how to do. She gave a small shudder.
"He cheated on me." She stated, voice shivering as she did. Remy's finger turned around and went back down making goosebumps rise on her arm.
"So he's an idiot?" Remy asked, brushing her lips over the temple level with her mouth.
"You have been talking to House." Allison chuckled while frowning. Sinking into Remy's arms a bit more.
"No. I just mean... He had you..., and cheated on you. It just..., doesn't make sense." Allison looked up at her girlfriends face a real smile picking up the corners of her mouth.
"You just slip those in all the times." Allison lifted herself a little bit placing a small kiss to Remy's cheek.
"What?" The brunette batted her eyelashes innocently, and Allison just gave her a squeeze. Resting her head in the crook of Remy's neck. It was really a comfortable position.
The silence started to spread out between them, and Allison felt her mind going back to her mom. The glance she had gotten of the woman who had always been so in charge, and strong in her life. So, broken, flashing through her mind. Then that family...
"And he lied to me." Allison jumped back to the subject of Chase. Rather facing that hurt than this one that seemed to burn inside of her. That had brought tears to her eyes. Remy noticed them, and fidgeted, so that they were laying, in a better position to hold her girlfriend.
"Those are like the two certain ways to ruin a relationship." She observed.
"He lied, about, me being his... First.." Allison trailed off. Burying her face in Remy's chest in embarrassment.
"What a douche." Remy scowled, biting into her bottom lip to keep from going on about just how douch-ie he was.
"Yeah." Allison gritted her teeth.
"Babe.. Was he your... First?" Remy thought the word felt awkward in her mouth, and she had fight down the flame that flared up at the thought of that fluffy haired tool touching Allison. But she felt a feeble nod into her chest, and she felt the strong need to find him, and, well, do not so pleasant things to him.
"Can we done talking about him now." She asked her voice sounding tight.
"Of course. What do you want to talk about?"
"I told you my long story. Tell me yours." Allison challenged.
"What?" Remy seemed a bit confused.
"Why do you have people call you Thirteen? You said it was a long story, we have time." Allison leaned back looking up into Remy's eyes.
"My mom." Remy paused, her mom was a foreign subject. "What killed her. It kind of ate up her brain, that's the best way to put it, or that her brain was actually shrinking. She didn't remember much. She yelled a lot. I kind of started avoiding her. I didn't even want to be in the same room in her towards the end. But I was once. My dad, made me." She paused her breathing had gotten shallow, and she took a couple moments, and deep breaths to even it out.
"Well, she was just laying there in bed. It was a good day. There weren't really any good days left. But she looked at me, and I think it was the first time in almost a year that she recognized me. She, called me her lucky thirteen. It made no sense. I don't think she was lucid, because she was on so much medication that did nothing." Allison moved out of Remy's hug, so that she could brush the tears that had started streaming down her cheeks. Allison knew that Remy hated crying. But she just kept going.
"After she died. I hadn't said goodbye. It like possessed me. The last thing she said to me was not to worry because I was lucky number thirteen." She paused, and turned her eyes for the first time on Allison. "Allison I'm sorry, I shouldn't. You, with your mom you don't want to hear this."
Allison jumped forward a bit a hand on Remy's shoulder. "No, I do. I just wish that it didn't make you hurt like this." She ran her thumb over a cheek bone wiping away a tear trail. "Did you find out, why she called you that?"
"I did." Remy smiled through her tears. "When I was in third grade I was in a science fair. We had these little racing bibs so that they could stick us with our projects. I was really scared I was going to do bad because I was, number thirteen." Allison let a smile tug at her lips when one did at Remy's.
"She told me that I didn't have to worry because I was special. That I was lucky thirteen. I'd totally forgotten by the time I was thirteen, when she died. But then when I was looking through boxes the first time me and my dad moved. I found it, the medal I won, my bib, thing, and I remembered. How every time some little thing would happen that was the tiniest bit good for me for weeks after. She would say it was because I was lucky thirteen." Remy dragged her knees to her chest, and Allison placed a hand on top of one.
"That's where it came from?" Allison started running her thumb around on the front of her knee cap. Trying to catch the brunette's eyes.
"Well, I had this friend at one of my schools. Kutner. He kind of revived it. It was my way of keeping people at a distance. But you." Remy looked up at the blonde who she realized that she had pulling away from as she told her story. When really she had needed her most. She wrapped her arms around the blonde's middle. "You would have none of that." She buried her face in Allison's chest. Getting a small noise much like a squeal from the blonde.
"So you let me get close?" Allison asked after Remy's little burst of affection calmed and she had settled herself in Remy's arms.
"Hm?" Remy asked against her neck in a hum.
"You told me your name, like real name, and didn't insist on me calling you Thirteen." Allison rationalized. "You said it was your way of keeping people at a distance."
"You're right." Remy paused. "But I'm not keeping everyone else at a distance."
"But you were." Allison replied. Remy rose her brows. "You let me in. You tried not to, but you did." Remy's eyes widened.
"Is it weird that you know more about me than I do." Allison let out a small laugh.
"I don't. I'm just trying to understand you." Allison leaned her head against Remy's collarbone her eyes falling shut, and the exhaustion of the day washing over her. "Can we go to sleep? I'm really tired, and I kind of just want today to be over."
"Of course babe. Are you going to sleep in your jeans?" Remy flicked off her light, fidgeting with the blankets.
"There you go, trying to get me out of my clothes again." Allison grumbled against Remy's shoulder, as she took her jeans off. The silence and darkness seemed to descend on them afterward.
"Hey Rem?"
"What?"
"Thank you for being here. Thank you for making feel better. Thank you for making me feel like the world isn't ending anymore. I love you. I love you so much."
A/N So I didn't originally plan for this chapter to be like all in Remy's bed.. But then it got kind of long, and I thought I should cut it in half. So review tell me what you think.