AN: This isn't revised either…I'll try and revise the next chapter, but no promises…I hope it's fluid and makes sense.
A month and a half past. Allison would come to Remy's apartment practically everyday. And on the days that she didn't, Remy would somehow manage to come to Allison's right as she was going to bed or hopping in the shower.
It was one of the days that Allison had come over to Remy's and she had to leave early in the morning to get to a hospital that was over thirty minutes away, to a job she didn't like, and to doctors she tried to avoid. Her alarm went off at five, and she was barely able to reach her hand over and put the snooze on.
"Mmmmm" Remy groaned. "What is that?" her eyes were still closed and she was only partly awake.
"It's just my alarm." She started stretching. "Go back to sleep, Rem." Haha, Rem—REM sleep. God I'm fucking tired…
"Why are you leaving in the middle of the night?" She was waking up anyways.
"Because I have to. I have to drive across the city to get to my job. We went over this last time the alarm woke you." She kissed her girlfriend's cheek.
"I don't remember…" She finally opened her eyes.
"You were just as tired last time…" She sat back up and moved to get ready.
"Can't you leave at a normal time? Like when I'm awake?" Remy asked rolling over on her stomach to Allison's side of the bed; watching as her girlfriend started to dress.
"If I do that, then I'll be late. If I'm late, then my boss, who is just looking for a reason to fire me because of my "House-like" doctoring, will fire me. If I get fired, then I can't pay my rent. If I can't pay my rent, then I'll become a hobo……and, you don't want to be in a relationship with a hobo do you?" She had gotten ready and straddled her girlfriend by the time she had finished her conditional explanation.
"You wouldn't be a hobo…you'd just live with me." Remy's hands had made their way up her thighs and to her sides. "Then you could go back to PPTH. Then we could be closer to each other, and I wouldn't have to feel like I'm detoxing throughout the day…what?" She saw a look on Allison's face.
"You'd want to live with me?" She asked as she brushed her hair back with her fingers.
"Well…Baby, we already do. It's just a matter of who's place…" She reasoned, watching her thumbs stroke Allison's sides.
"So…if I were to quit, and if my lease were to say…end this week on my apartment, I could live here with you…?" She had taken one of Remy's hands and started kissing her palm and fingers.
"You could move in…" She flipped them over, "As long as you promise not to move out…unless we want a bigger place…" She kissed her.
"Are we moving to fast?" Allison asked, deep in thought. She wiggled her way from underneath Remy and went over to her shoes.
"Who fucking cares?" Remy said as she sat on the edge of the bed. Allison cocked her head and walked over to her, "I know that I want you. I want to be with you as much as I possibly can. We're already different from society's norm…why does it matter?" She had her arms around the blonde's waist.
"It doesn't." She grinned as she kissed her.
Remy pulled away, "So…" a grin spread to her face, "You're moving in?"
"And I'm quitting my job…" she said to herself in wonderment. "I have to go." She said as she looked at the time.
Remy shook her head as her girlfriend left. Girl's gonna quit, and still, she wants to be there early… She laughed slightly. Then an idea popped into her head and she called the hospital to take a sick day.
That evening Remy was lounging exhaustedly in her and Allison's newly refurnished apartment. It was a mixture of their favorite pieces of furniture and personal belongings. Everything else, for now, was put into a storage unit in her building's basement.
She had gotten up and around shortly after Cameron left. She had called in a favor to her friends, that coincidently owned a moving company, and had gotten all of Allison's stuff out of her place; save for a single box in her living room that really just contained a "present"—technically two—of sorts.
Allison had called Remy that afternoon and told her that she was going to stop by her place and pick up a few things. Her girlfriend was trying to sound casual, but Allison could tell that something was up. It was on her back burner all day. She was wondering what Remy could possibly be excited about, but she pushed it out of her mind.
As she gave her two weeks notice, her boss told her—in a more colorful way than she'd like to repeat—that it wasn't necessary. He told her that she should just take vacation days, and to leave when the day was through because he was sick and tired of her anyways. She told him to take the stick out of his ass and fuck himself, that way he might actually have a chance of not coming off as the self righteous bastard he was…whoopsie…
She smirked to herself as she unlocked her apartment door, but as she walked in, her heart almost stopped. OH MY GOD I've been robbed! She thought as she tore down her hallway looking in each room finding nothing. She had her hand clutching her chest. "My aorta! It hurts." She sank down one of the pillars that divided her kitchen and living room. She heard a noise from the living room and turned around to see a box with a lamp on inside it. There wasn't a lid on it either. She was too freaked out to find nothing in her apartment to notice that there was something in her apartment…she knew that was a contradictory statement too…but it's how she felt.
She turned fully and crawled the short way to the box. Finding a note along the way, she opened it and recognized the handwriting immediately.
Truly,
I hope you didn't tear through the apartment and freak out, thinking you got robbed. I also hope that you didn't clutch your chest and talk about your 'aorta' hurting…I love it when you do that and wouldn't want to have missed it. I decided to take the day off and call in a favor from an acquaintance from back in the day. We moved all of your stuff over to my place. All you have to do is…the turning in of your key and shit…
Oh, by the way, don't forget to take the box…they're our new roomies. Hope you like them. I figured we can name them Chuck and Dick, just like somebody's favorite show..it is, after all, where I got the idea…well the fact that you said you've wanted them forever gave me a good hunch that you might like them.
~~Scrumptious
Cameron laughed throughout the note, and got really, really excited when she read the Chuck and Dick part. She knew exactly what was in the box. With a grin plastered on her face and looked in the box and smiled wider as she picked it up and left. She went downstairs to turn her key in…and shit.
Remy was on the couch doing a whole lot of nothing when she heard rustling outside her door. She decided to help the poor girl out and open the door for her. "Hey Baby." She greeted as Allison practically bounced in with giddiness.
"Hey Scrumptious." She kissed her cheek as she walked in. If she hadn't remembered that she was carrying something fragile, she would have dropped what was in her hands. She looked around and saw all of their things perfectly matched and perfectly balanced. "Oh, Baby." She breathed out a sigh.
Remy walked over to her, "You like it?" She nuzzled her neck and pecked before taking their new roommates and walking over to their designated area. She looked over at Allison, "This is where they're going to live when we're both gone and sleeping…and really when we're not playing with them, which I figure won't be that much, but you never know…" She shrugged as she put the box down and took the lamp and set that up.
"You bought a baby pin?" Cameron laughed a little teary eyed as she came over.
"You're crying?" Remy asked in the same tone. The she got serious, "I thought we wanted this…I mean, it's not like this morning was the first time we had talked about it…it's been coming on for weeks…" She touched her face.
"I know. I know…I'm sorry." She sniffled in a deep breath, she didn't let any tears actually fall, but they had made themselves known. "It's just." She sighed and slouched on the floor. "No one's ever done anything like this for me before." She picked up one of the new pets "No one's ever bought me a chick and duck because I had said that I had wanted them for a while. And no one would even think of secretly moving me out of my apartment and into theirs the same day we made a decision to live together…" She held the chick close and stroked its head.
"Well…Baby, I love you…I…I—I don't have all the time in the world anymore to figure out that what I want is to make you happy…make me happy." She had the duck in her hands, and she was sitting like a child would sit with Lego's or Lincoln Logs.
"Don't say that…" She looked up at her.
"I don't." Remy replied simply.
Cameron looked back down, then around their floor, "I know…" Her chin was quivering, "I love you." She said as she looked back to Remy.
The way her face was like a sad lost puppy, but at the same time was full of this innate, caring love made her break into a grin. "I love you too." She looked over the top of the play pin before standing up. "Let's go to bed…I'm exhausted. And I have to deal with House tomorrow." She placed the birds into the pin and took her live-in lover's hands and lead her to the kitchen sink to wash their hands before going to bed.
As they were laying in bed tracing patterns on each other wherever their hands were, Cameron spoke up. "So…which one's Chuck?" Remy guffawed, "What I'm serious! Which is which? Chuck for Chick, or Chuck for Duck?" She sat up and looked down at her to find her still laughing. "This is not a laughing matter. These are our pets!"
Remy calmed herself, "Chuck for Chick and Dick for Duck…I wouldn't want to call the Chick Dick…it doesn't sound right."
"So the duck's a Dick?" Cameron asked, wanting to know the difference.
"Yeah…I don't like the rhyming so much as I do the alliteration…" She gave her a cheeky grin. "Besides, Dick was the Duck on Friends…it makes sense."
She shook her head and lay back down. "I love you." She kissed her.
"Mmm, you too." They settled back down and fell asleep.
Throughout the next couple weeks, Remy would go into work everyday and Cameron would stay at the house…she was the mother hen, or in Dick's case the Momma Duck. She also was waiting for Cuddy's reply to her phone call, e-mail, and letter she had given Remy to sneak onto her desk.
It was the end of the third week that Cuddy finally called. She had asked Cameron what happened, or what was wrong. When she found out that nothing was wrong, she asked what she could do for her.
"I was really just wondering if I could have my ER back?" She asked hopefully. "I'm not suited for the other hospitals around here, and I'm not about to leave the state because of my divorce. I still have a lif—"
"Of course you can have the ER, Cameron." Cuddy said…almost too quickly. "I'll even give you a raise."
"Wow, really? Why?" She looked down at the chick and duck confused.
"You're questioning getting more money?" Cuddy asked in almost a warning tone.
"Uhh…no I'm not. Thank you so much Dr. Cuddy." She pulled the phone from between her shoulder and ear and switched sides.
"You're welcome Dr. Cameron. I trust you can start next week?" It wasn't really a question.
"Yes. I can thank you." She hung up at Remy walked inside.
"What?" Remy started walking slowly with he hands up in caution.
"Cuddy said yes."
"We're puzzled why?" She stayed in her position.
"She gave me a raise…"
"Again, we're puzzled why?"
"Why would I get a raise after up and leaving without so much as a notice?"
"Because the ER is a wreck…" Remy said like it was common knowledge.
"So…" Cameron's face turned unpleasant, "I'm lying in the bed I made." She concluded.
"But, the good news is, we can see each other. Yay!" She waved her arms in excitement.
"Yeah, maybe in three months when I finally get the paper done and satisfactory…" She looked down at the chick and duck as they waddled around their feet. "What are we gonna do about the babies?"
Thirteen smirked at Allison's term for them, "The babies…will be fine. Their food and water is in their pin, we'll take them out as soon as one of us gets home…it'll be fine. They'll be fine." She corrected herself.
"I suppose…" She said unsure.
"Oh no… I 'Mom'd you too soon. You're going to miss the birds while we're at work!" She started laughing.
"Keep making fun, it'll get you exactly what you don't want." She crossed her arms.
"Oh, Mother Hen's going to miss her little birdies." Remy stuck out her lower lip. "That is so precious. Just wait until House finds out about that. He'll have a field day."
"Babe…when House finds out that you've not only been in communication with me, but you happen to be living with me…that'll be a field day. Me missing the chick and the duck will be my typical behavior." She shrugged.
"Yeah, until he finds out that you've completely changed. I'll be he doesn't even know about one of your tattoos, let alone the four of them. He still doesn't know anything about you…aside from your husband."
"Or you…aside from your mother and your sexuality."
"Maybe that's why he likes us."
"Mhmm, Monday will be interesting."
"Or whenever he finds out you're back again…" Thirteen raised a brow and looked down at her girlfriend.
"Yes…when he finds out I'm back again…that will be more fun." She nodded in understanding.
AN: I feel like this one's probably not as entertaining as some, but I'm living vicariously through Cameron here, and I really do want a chick and duck named Dick and Chuck. And really, all that was planned to happen was some time passing. I decided to throw in a little bit of a story instead of 'a month and a half past; they moved in. three more weeks past; Cameron went back to PPTH.' I mean, that would have been a lot more boring right? Anyways, as always, tell me what you think!