A/N So my idea for this chapter failed. Epically. So I did what I always do when I don't know what to do with a story. I made a time jump. Originally this wasn't the last chapter, but now it is... I hope that you enjoyed it...

Disclaimer: Oh David Shore... I would love to own House, but then it would be over, and I wouldn't be able to do anything with it. So I'd like a time machine too. Since we are talking about miracles, and fantasy lands, because I do not own House.

"Rem, House doesn't get back from work for like an hour so- Mrs. Harris!" Allison stopped mid sentence. The suggestive tone in her voice dropping into shock, and embarrassment when she looked up from where she was kicking off her shoes to see the social worker looking very amused. The blonde turned bright red and looked back down at the floor. Tugging on a loose string of her denim cut offs.

"Hello Allison." Mrs. Harris gave her a small knowing smile.

"Hi, it's been awhile. I didn't know you were going to be here... Should I go or..." Allison looked to the door she had just come in, still hanging halfway open with the screen door shut. Letting the hot indoor air and hot outdoor air mingle in the mid-July heat. Stumbling over her words, and if possible, her blush deepening.

Remy was shaking with laughter she was trying to hold back from her place on the floor across from the social worker at the coffee table.

"No, it's fine. Remy and I were just going over the papers for her scholarship project. I have to say it's very impressive. She said you'd be coming by in a little bit. We're almost finished." Mrs. Harris waved her off, turning back to the papers scattered about the table that Allison hadn't noticed.

"Oh well that's exciting." Allison walked over to the table, falling to her knees to look down at the various important looking papers. Her cheeks still burning.

"So exciting..., and somewhat terrifying." Remy dropped a packet of a couple papers stapled together that she had been holding up looking over all her checked boxes, and numbers, and written answers. Her heart picking up with nerves. "I needed an adult's recommendation..." The brunette rocked back and forth on her palms.

"And here you have one." Mrs. Harris set the paper she had been writing on on top of a stack of other ones in the same print as it.

"Thank you so much." Remy flashed her one of those charming smiles.

"I should probably get going then." The middle aged woman looked around the room. Reaching for her bag on the floor, and giving Remy a small pat on the shoulder. "Good luck."

"I'm going to need it." The brunette let out a heavy huff falling backwards.

"Not if they look take one look at that photography project you have there. They'd be blind, and stupid not to pick you." Mrs. Harris stated, straightening out her shirt, and looking around to make sure she hadn't left anything before looking back to the brunette who was giving her a slightly disbelieving look.

"I'm serious. You should definitely put a lot of effort into that one." She stopped at the door and looked back at the two girls. "But don't depend on it. Those all have very good reasons for them to give the scholarship to you." Remy was still frowning disbelievingly at her. Mrs. Harris gave her a little nod before exiting.

"Well that was nice of her." Allison stated looking at the door, then back to Remy on the floor.

"Yes, I'm eternally in that woman's debt." Remy replied seriously. Watching the ceiling.

"So, am I finally going to get to see this photography thing?" Allison asked, leaning over the lying down girl on the floor.

"No." Remy replied. Looking back from the closed door to the still paper covered table.

"Come onnnn." Allison groaned hanging over the brunette, and letting her curls fall down around her face.

"I don't.. It's not that good." Remy turned her head so she was looking to the side, instead of up into those begging blue eyes.

"Mrs. Harris seems to think it is... And so does House." The blonde gave a little huff. Rocking back and forth on her knees and hands. Causing her hair to tickle Remy's neck, and cheeks under her. The brunette scrunched up her face as the locks brushed over her nose. "What the hell is up with that?" She asked, attempting to lean forward to look Remy in the eyes. But she stubbornly looked the other way.

"You show House. House. But not me? I'm severely insulted." She fell back onto her feet, and crossed her arms under her chest in a pouty way.

"I didn't show him. He stole them, and wouldn't give it back until he was done inspecting them..." Remy looked up at the blonde beside her, the frustration in her voice written plainly on her face. For the first time noticing how little of a shirt her girlfriend was wearing.

"Well I want to see it..." Allison fell back onto her palms. So she was looking down into her girlfriend's eyes. A pout on her lips.

"Nope."

Allison moved forward a bit. Placing a kiss on her nose, before moving back away. Leaning on her knees.

"You still can't see it." Allison laid a swift kiss on her lips.

"Nope."

Another kiss a bit longer this time.

"Hm-mm." She mumbled against the blonde's lips. But Allison ignored her. Giving her a small push to the shoulder so she fell flat against the floor, and was easily crawled upon. "I know what you're trying to do, it's not going... to... work..." Remy started, but faltered when the blonde rose up from her position nibbling down her jaw. To remove her tank top. Revealing a rather bright red lace bra.

Allison rose her brows and leaned back in for a rather heavy kiss. Which had Remy cupping the red lace when they broke for air. The blonde smirked, and pulled Remy's hands from her chest by the wrists. Watching a look of frustration wash back over the brunette's features.

"What about those pictures now?" Allison asked. Remy groaned.

"You're using your body against me." She groaned attempting to wiggle her wrists free from Allison's grip, and then giving up frustrated.

"Yeah... It's working too."

"This isn't fair." Allison leaned forward and held Remy's lips in a kiss. Releasing one of her hands.

"Show me..." The blonde breathed against Remy's neck. Getting a weak shake of the head in the negatory. Allison found Remy's pulse point. Running her hot tongue over her rapid heart rate. "Now?" Allison questioned, knowing she was getting close to the point when Remy would do anything she asked. But she stubbornly denied her again.

Allison slid a hand under Remy's thin tee-shirt. Rubbing circles on a hipbone with her thumb, and feathering her fingers up the brunette's sensitive side. Making her shiver despite the heat, and oh yes, the heat.

"Now?" She asked pulling back a bit to look up at Remy's eyes. Allison smiled hopefully against a collarbone her lips had found somewhat interesting. Remy let out a shaky breath when Allison's finger ran down the curve of a breast. But she shook her head again. Knowing that she couldn't hold out much longer she took evasive action. Cupping one of Allison's clothed breasts, and giving the nipple a tease with her thumb. Catching Allison off guard. Her grip on the brunette's other wrist tightened, but she couldn't stop the hand already torturing her chest.

Soon the attempts to persuade, and evade persuasion were forgotten.

So that's what House came home to.

Two girls in the middle of a heated make out session on his living room floor. One topless. Something he'd dreamed about. He stopped, wondering how long it would take them to notice him.

Allison paused. Pulling back a few millimeters to ask with lips brushing the brunette's. "Can I see it now?"

House's brows went up at this question. Deciding that now was a good time to make his presence known. "See what?"

The reaction he was pretty sure was worth alerting them to his presence even if it may have killed his chances at getting to see them do more than kiss. Allison scuttled backwards. An arm covering her barely clothed chest, while a hand searched behind her for her shirt. Where was her shirt. Her shirt should be here somewhere.

"What did you want to see?" He asked looking around room. Pretending to look nowhere but Allison's bare torso. While sneaking obvious glances. Which made her blush, and tighten her grip around herself.

"Remy won't show me her photography... thing." Allison pulled her shirt over her head roughly.

"Oh." House stepped forward, and over Remy. Scooping up a manilla envelope from the table. He dropped it in Allison's lap. "Don't get it wet." He looked at her lap pointedly. Earning a glare in response.

"Those are some pretty pretty pictures in there." He added marching up the stairs.

"I think House just gave you a compliment.." Allison observed. Starting to open the envelope. Then jumping backward onto the couch out of reach of the brunette.

"I think he may have." Remy replied, leaning her temple against the couch at Allison's feet in defeat, and watching her look through the work that just might be getting her into college.

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"Rem!" Allison threw up a hand blocking the spray of the hose in her direction. "That's wet." The brunette turned a duh look on her at the blonde's observation. "I mean cold..." Allison ran a hand over her bare stomach chasing the droplets off of her sun warmed skin. Leaving goosebumps in the waters path.

"It's hot." Remy replied. Removing her thumb from the end of the hose to let the water stream out onto the dry grass.

"Yes, but that's cold." Allison shoved the hose and Remy's wet hand and arm away. Opening one eye behind her over-sized sunglasses. "You're wet." She commented, brushing Remy's damp bangs out of her eyes with the hand that wasn't holding her magazine.

"Ha, not in front of your brothers." Lisa chuckled from her place on the deck a few feet away. Her squirt gun in hand, to ward off the two boys. Running about, throwing the water balloons Remy had filled for them at each other.

"I meant literally." Allison shot Lisa a playful glare at her interpretation of the innocent observation. "You're dripping on me- and do not make that dirty, because I can see your sex wheels turning." Remy's features twitched into a bashful smile, and she placed a light kiss on her girlfriend's lips catching her by surprise.

The brunette turned on the boys who had gotten close during their exchange and blocked half of the end of the hose spraying them with the icy water. Which they pretended to run from, but let the water drench them, taking it as a welcome relief to the very hot summer air.

Allison gave the tie on the neck of Remy's bikini top a tug, to pull her level with her face. Remy quickly complied. Letting Allison almost whisper in her ear. "I love you."

"I know." Remy replied with a small smirk. Allison's playful smile turned into an angry glare, and she gave one of the strings of the tie in her hand a tug. The brunette gasped, dropping the hose in her hand, and wrapping an arm over her chest. "Allison!" She yelped. Getting a smug grin from the blonde when she turned on her.

"Don't be so cocky next time." She replied looking back to the magazine in her hands over the tops of her sunglasses.

"Okay I love you. With all my heart, and all the other parts of me." Lisa let out a small aw noise at that statement. Watching a somewhat guilty looking Allison turned from her magazine to her puppy dog eyed girlfriend.

"Good girl." She patted the brunette on the head. Who then released her grip she had on her top.

"Thirteen!" Lisa groaned loudly, quickly looking the other way. A hand up to guard the half naked girl from her view.

"Remy cover yourself ." Allison squeaked, glancing from the back door to her brothers. The brunette let out a chuckle. Tying her top back up.

"You were the one trying to take my clothes off." She defended. Picking the hose back up from where it had been making a mud puddle in the previously extremely dry ground. "I just didn't stop you." She turned to Lisa still busying herself with staring at the next door neighbors roof. "My goods are covered now." She stated. Giving the hose a shake and sprinkling droplets of water over her girlfriend's mostly bare thighs.

"You know what. Give me that." Allison took the hose from her girlfriend, and using her thumb effectively drenched the brunette. Lisa laughed from her place on the deck, before deciding it was getting a little too hot in the mid day July sun. She pumped up her squirt gun. Which to this point had only been used for defense, and gave the blonde a good shot to the back.

Remy blew her wet bangs out of her eyes, before attempting to wrestle the hose from her girlfriend. Getting them both very wet in the process. Eventually they together turned the hose on Lisa as she stood laughing at their antics.

Much of their summer was spent a lot like that. With Remy taking on another job working at Staples so that her and House could turn on the air conditioning, and working from time to time on her scholarships. Surprising Allison with a talent with photography that she never would have guessed. Which ended with Allison getting Remy a better camera than her six year old digital Sony one for her birthday.

The result being, Remy ended up with a lot of pictures of Allison, and various other things. But a lot of Allison.

A certain Aussie seemed to be cropping up all over the place. With his best friend gone, and not much to do he seemed to be everywhere, and once Remy observed that she thought he was stalking Allison. There was one run in with Chase towards the end of the summer that put a stop to his snarky remarks, and constant badgering of their relationship.

It was another hot day. Although not so hot that it felt almost physically impossible to do anything. Just the right day for a trip to the park with a freshly released from basketball camp Eric. Who was just itching to show his friends that he would no longer be beat by Thirteen.

So they were at the park, instead of Wilson's so they could play a proper game with two hoops. Halfway through this game. When a few other kids from the high school had shown up. The guys, and Thirteen, had taken a break, because although it wasn't as hot as most days. It was still very hot. That Remy noticed a certain Aussie hanging around the picnic table that Allison was seated on.

He was pretending to be caring on a conversation with Amber. But the way he kept throwing glances their way, and trying to pull Allison in, he was obviously trying to irritate someone. Be it Thirteen, Allison, or from looks of it Lisa was getting a bit annoyed by him too. Before anyone could tell her not to. Remy had taken the ball, which when their break had started had been in her possession, and now was in her hands, and chucked it as hard as she could at his back... Well she had been aiming for the back of his head, but the force of it had made the shot go a little low. Hitting him right between the shoulder blades.

He whipped around, after recovering from the impact that had almost sent his sprawling onto Amber.

"What the hell!"

"Go now please. We do not want your company." Remy called in response. Not noticing that she was getting closer as she said it.

"You know I don't think anyone else minds that I'm here. Only you being overly protective and jealous. You know if you're so concerned about her cheating on you with me maybe you're just realizing that she really doesn't want you." Chase puffed out his chest, as Remy reached the group of them.

"Yes that's why we've been together for over eight months." Thirteen pursed her lips, and looked to the side.

"Or maybe she's scared you're going to like molest me. You know after that one time you don't want to take chances, they say those kinds of things escalate." Allison offered from where she sat at the table. Swinging her legs innocently.

Chase's brow creased with an angry frown. "Or maybe you're just waiting for the time when I do kiss you again, because you miss what it feels like from a real man." He turned to the blonde who gripped the table under her hands hurt. A comeback on her tongue. Something along the lines of how Remy was much better in bed when he stumbled forward a few feet.

The force of the shove Remy had given him made him loose his footing, and his breath he had to reach forward and grab the table to steady himself. Turning on Thirteen the second he could.

"Stay the hell away from Allison, stay the hell away from me, and maybe you can come back around when you realize that this," She motioned between her and Allison. "Has never, and will never have anything to do with you." She stopped, she had more to say... But Chase actually seemed to be listening this time, and it had caught her slightly off guard.

"Yes. So Robert, when you grow up, and get over the fact that I broke up with you. Then maybe we'll be able to put up with you being around. Just... get over yourself." He looked at his feet, then back at the brunette standing in front of him. The words that his ex was saying. Actually seemed to be working their way through his thick skull.

He then turned and left. Bumping his shoulder against Eric's as he went, and mumbling something to him.

While Allison dropped off the edge of the picnic table. Walked over to her girlfriend. Who seemed to still be in shock that it had actually just ended that easily, and gave her a kiss that she usually wouldn't want their friends seeing.

"I don't think I need a man for that." She said in explanation. Ignoring the way that the three guys on the basketball court were watching them, and holding Remy's eyes until she was sure that she was reassured. She knew how Remy got about Chase.

Soon Senior year was hanging over them like a cloud, that you weren't sure if it would just blow over, if you'd get a pleasant refreshing rain, or a destructive thunder storm.

A/N And I end it with rain metaphors... I hoped you guys liked my summary of the summer. I thought I needed to close off the Chase drama... I hope you guys liked it. You're allowed to yell at me for taking so long if that means you would be sending a review, but please tell me if you enjoyed it somewhere amongst the yelling.