AN: I actually wrote this chapter pretty fast, so I thought I would share it with you quickly. I'm nice like that. Thanks everyone for the positive reviews. If you want to know what details I've changed about this story compared to the show, send me a PM and I'll let you know. Don't own House, or both Chameron and Foreteen would never have happened.\I might deal with that in a later chapter. By the way, warning. I'm going to make you all hate me with this chapter. OH SO MUCH HATE!
Ivy had fallen asleep in her car seat as we drove home. I sat in the passenger seat. Allison hadn't said a word since we left the hospital. I was nervous. From my memories of her, I don't think she had ever been this quiet. I didn't say a word, just stared out the window at the passing cars.
When we finally arrived at our place, I was confused. This wasn't either of our apartments. I looked at Allison as she removed the key. "When did we move here?" I asked timidly.
Allison sighed. "About 15 months ago." She got out and went up to the door. I gently pried Ivy out of her car seat and carried her inside. Allison showed me to Ivy's room. As softly as I could, I changed Ivy into a pair of Finding Nemo pajamas that Allison handed over. Tucking her into bed, I kissed her forehead and whispered into her ear. "Goodnight Angel."
I moved back out to the living room and sat in a chair, a couple of tears leaking down my face. This whole ordeal was straining me mentally and emotionally. I needed a drink. I headed for the kitchen. I assumed that if I lived here, alcohol couldn't be too far away. Correct. Hiding in the back of the cupboard was a bottle of Johnny Walker. I popped the top and gave it an appreciative sniff. No even bothering with a glass, I just upending the bottle and threw the burning liquid down my throat. Stopping to get some air, I wiped my mouth and went for a second drink when Allison found me.
"Remy, what the hell do you think you're doing?" She ripped the bottle from my grip and put it away.
"Hey, I was drinkin' that." I slurred my words slightly. Making a halfhearted attempt at trying to get the bottle back, all I ended up doing was walking into Allison's hip and ending flat up on the ground. She picked me up by my forearm and dragged me back into the living room. I dropped unceremoniously to the couch and pulled her down beside me. I kissed her on the cheek and she pulled away. "What's wrong?"
"Remy, we need to talk."
"About what?" I started getting nervous. "You aren't going to leave, are you?" Grabbing her hand, I bit back a sob. "I need you, even if I don't remember everything, I need you. And so does Ivy."
She shook her head, with that cute little smile she has. "I'm not going anywhere. I just think that we need to talk." I bent my knees underneath me and sat on my heels, looking at her attentively. "I want you to get your Huntington's test done."
I pulled back, hopping off my heels and pulling my legs up. I wrapped my arms around them. "Why?" I whispered. "I've lived my life without knowing. I don't want to know."
I stared at my kneecaps, afraid to look up at Allison. But I wasn't give much choice, her hand grabbed my chin and pried my vision up.
"That was before this accident." A tear had fallen down her face. "I knew when we started that there was a chance that you had it. I knew that I might not have as long with you as I want, but this accident, it makes me want to make sure. I want to know whether you are going to be here in ten years, or in twenty. I want to prepare myself, so that I can help you and Ivy through this. I want to know because I love you."
I stood up and started pacing. "I don't want to know. I hated my mother because of this disease. I didn't understand, but I hated her still. To me, she ruined whatever I tried to do. I'm afraid I'll end up the same way." I ran my fingers through my hair. "This accident hasn't changed my feelings. I just want to live my life."
"It's our life too." Allison was still seated on the couch. "Ivy and I will be there for you, no matter what."
It was all too much, I started yelling. "I don't remember you being apart of my life. I don't remember anything about us."
Allison stood and walked over to me. "Shh, you'll wake Ivy." I'm too caught up to listen to what she is saying and just catch 'Ivy'.
"You mean the child I can't even remember." I break down, tears streaming down my face. "I brought a child into this world, without even considering that I might have Huntington's and that I might pass it on to her. I can't remember anything about her. I can't even remember her father. I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH A GODDAMN THREE YEAR OLD. I CANT HANDLE A CHILD." I start hyperventilating. "I need to get out of here." I run for the door and yank it open.
"Remy, Don't leave." I ignore Allison's voice and run out the door, slamming it shut behind me. "Please come back." Allison whispers as she slides down the wall, tears flowing freely.
Allison was sitting there for less then a minute when she heard a sound from the hallway. Looking up, she say Ivy standing there in her pajamas, one thumb in her mouth, the other hand holding her stuffed bear. The one Remy bought her for her first Christmas. Allison held out her arms and Ivy wandered over. She sat in Allison's lap and reached up to wipe away the tears.
"Awy, where is mummy?" Her green eyes were wide open.
"I don't know baby. I don't know."
"Is it my fauwt mummy left?" Allison looked at her. "Mummy hates me, doesn't she?" Ivy started crying. Allison started rocking her, rubbing her back.
"No, of course she doesn't hate you. She could never hate you, baby girl. Mummy just isn't right feeling well at the moment. Don't worry about it." Fresh tears left Allison's eyes as she tried to comfort Ivy.
"Come back mummy. I be a good girl, I pwomise." Ivy kept repeating over and over. "I be a good girl." Allison wasn't sure how long she sat in the hallway holding Ivy. Eventually Ivy fell back to sleep in her arms. Allison carefully pried herself off the floor and slowly made her way into the kitchen. The clock on the microwave read 11.02. Allison put Ivy back to bed, tucking her in and pulling her thumb out of her mouth. She went back into the living room and grabbed the phone. She rang a number and waited. It was answered after 20 seconds.
"Who is this and can it wait until tomorrow?" A groggy voice asked over the phone. Despite herself, Allison smiled at the comment.
"Sorry, Elena, but it cant."
"Allison?" The voice perked up. "What's wrong? Why are you calling at this hour?"
"Can you come over and look after Ivy. Remy…" Allison's voice cracked. "Remy ran off somewhere and I need to find her before she gets hurt. She's only just got out of hospital. I need to find her."
"Ok. Don't worry. I'm on my way. Just give me fifteen." She hung up. Allison ran to the bedroom to grab her coat and started pacing the living room. She jumped when she heard the knocking at the door. Allison practically tore it open, with a very flustered Elena at the door.
"Oh, thank god. Ivy's asleep again. Go rest in the spare room. I'm not sure what time I'll be home."
"Go and find her." Elena practically pushed Allison out the door. "I know what I'm doing. Ivy will be fine."
"Thanks, Sis. I knew I could count on you." Allison threw over her shoulder as she ran out into the cold night.
AN: Boom, Allison has a sister. How many of you saw that coming? Raise your hand if you did. … STOP LYING. You didn't seem that coming did you David? (I don't know who David is, but its worth it just incase of you has that name)And I seem to be over my writers block now, atleast where this story is concerned. If you have questions or want spoilers, send me a PM. R&R.