Hey guys, big thanks to all those who read and reviewed my two oneshots. If you haven't, go and r&r them. Im really sorry about the wait between chapters, but those of you following this know what my life is like at the moment. Next chapter will have Ivy/Remy interaction. Oh and thanks to my new beta reader House-of-wi1d3 and to CadleyxCamteen for previewing this chapter for me.

OLIVIA WILDE IS RETURNING TO HOUSE FOR THE FINALE! 3

Lol, House should die of lupus in the end. The ultimate kicker.

oh and Olivia, i did mean to update faster then this, but i re-wrote this chapter several times and had my hands full with my fiance and nephew.

I woke up in the bed, a shaft of light sliding in through a gap in the curtains. A hand was lightly drawing shapes on my stomach, the other holding onto my waist. I turned around within the embrace and faced Allison. She had a smile plastered on her face as I did. She paced a soft kiss on my lips, "Hey there, Sleeping beauty." I blushed. She giggled. "Come on, I've made you breakfast."

My stomach rumbled at the mention of food and Allison giggled again, "see, come on lazy bones, get out." With that last statement she pushed me towards the edge of the bed, and failed to grab me as I rolled over the edge.

Hitting the floor truly jolted me awake. "Remy," came a hesitant voice from the bed, "Are you ok?" Deciding to get my revenge, I just groaned. The blonde mane fell over the edge as Allison slowly crawled to the edge of the bed for a look. As soon as I could see her, I pulled her over too. She squealed as she landed on top of me. I attacked her ribs, punishing her for making me fall. Allison kept squirming as my relentless fingers danced along her sides. "Remy, stop, I need to go to work." She gasped out between giggling fits. I stopped. "Thank you. I'll only be gone for a few hours and I'll pick you Ivy on the way home."

"Awh," I half whined, "I wanted to you all to myself for the day." As I said this, I slowly ran my fingers along the back of her arm and started sliding them down her back. "I'm pretty sure it's in your job description to 'tend' to your patient." My hand had reached her lower back. "And I need a lot of attention," punctuating this statement with a kiss.

Allison broke away and grabbed my hand. "No funny business, Rem. I was serious. I need to leave in five minutes… stop that." I used my other hand to travel up the inside of her thigh, before she grabbed it and held it with its mate. "When Ivy is asleep tonight, you and I can finish this, whatever this is. But for now, come have breakfast with me before I leave." With that, she got up and left, sauntering out the room, hips swaying enticingly.

Joining her at the table, I devoured the meal set out in front of me, having realized that I was starving and hadn't eaten since lunch yesterday. Trying to make conversation, I started talking to Allie, "Why aren't you wearing one of your vests? Those made you look all professional, and sexy as fuck." She blushed and I continued, "You have no idea how many times I wanted to bend you over and fuck you just because you were wearing one of them. I mean, you always looked sexy, but man, those vests." I stopped, I was rambling on.

Allison got out of her seat and made her way over to me, sitting on my lap. I was slightly nervous. She raised her hands to my face and cupped it gently before leaning in and capturing my lips. It wasn't a hungry or demanding kiss, it was an I-love-you, let-me-show-you kiss. We both broke off and headed up for air. "I know," she whispered in my ear, "You've told me this before, but I don't mind. I still love you. Even when you continue to do stupid things." Removing herself my lap, Allison went back to her chair and I started eating again.

"Oh, I found something you might like." Allison spoke up again, "They are stacked on the coffee table in the lounge." I got went and had a look, she followed. "It's our photo albums. I thought it might help if you looked through them." She checked her watch, "Oh, I need to leave." She gave me a quick peck and grabbed her keys. "I'll be back at lunch, with Ivy." I nodded. "Bye, Remy. Love you." I mumbled a quick reply, already looking through the albums.

I was having a marvelous time with the photos. Each one seemed to trigger a different memory and I was quickly getting lost in the intoxicating haze it seemed to induce. Hours passed as memory after memory returned to me.

Ivy's first trip to the zoo, she loved animals. Petting the otters, chasing ducks, feeding the giraffe, she wasn't scared of anything. I was. I was scared she was going to get injured, but the animals were gentle and she had so much fun.

Time was passing quickly, but I was in my own little environment, nothing mattered. I was re-experiencing my life and the whole thing was amazing.

Allison stretched out on a hotel bed, wearing nothing but a very see-through negligee she had just bought. Our first holiday as a couple, a resort in the Bahamas. Sex all night, sunbathing and more sex all day. Pina Coladas and Daiquiris galore. It wasn't just the two of us either, we found willing participants in and around the resort, who would gladly join us for a night.

I was drowning in the overflow of memories, losing myself, rediscovering the lost me. It took amnesia and remembrance to truly appreciate how much Allison had changed me over the five years we'd been together. The thought slipped from my mind as a new memory washed over me.

The birth of Ivy, at PPTH. Allison had insisted it be somewhere familiar. I was just glad my daughter was finally being born. It seemed like forever ago that I'd had the treatment and confirmation. Allison was squeezing my hand, trying to reassure herself as much as me. I saw the look on her face as Ivy was handed to us. I knew she would be a great mother, someone born to raise children. I hadn't been so sure about myself, but when I first laid eyes on Ivy's face, I knew that I was in love with this child. There was nothing I would give up at that moment to be the best parent I could.

I was truly lost now, delighting in the memories that engulfed me, enclosing me and cutting me off from the rest of the world, a woman marooned on an island of her own making. It would take someone hitting me to truly bring me back to reality, but I didn't care, or even realize that was happening, memories just kept leaping back and forth.

The night of the accident. Raining, foggy, really bad driving conditions. I was on my way to relieve the babysitter. Allison was at work, covering for one of the ER doctors whose daughter had come down with Streptococcal. I had been out at a friends hens night. I'd been the designated driver for the night and was headed home. I was tired, but I was only a couple of blocks away. A pair of headlights were swerving towards me, rapidly approaching. My tired reflexes turned the car to the left, trying to avoid it. The wet ground betrayed me, my tires squeaking and skidding, my breaks not engaging. I watched in horror as the SUV barreled into my car, sending it flipping. I hit my head, felt a pain in my chest and blacked out.

Allison stared at the piece of paper in her hand again, trying to make her mind up. Should she tell Remy about the results. On one hand, she was going to have to tell her eventually, but after last night, she didn't know how Remy would react. She sighed and stuffed the paper back into her pockets, as the next patient was wheeled into the ER.

The routine distracted her from her thoughts, but she was rudely interrupted by someone clearing their throat behind her. When she turned around to yell at them for it, she found herself face to face with Dr. Foreman.

"Oh, Eric, I didn't know it was you. Did you want something?" I was confused as to why he was here, unless he was after a case for House. I walked over to a stack of case files at the nurses station and handed him one from the middle. "House might like this case. 29 year old male presenting with diarrhea, dizziness, fatigue, headache. GI tract fine, B12 levels normal." Foreman had a quick look over it and tucked it under his arm, but didn't leave. "Is there something else I can help with?"

Foreman looked slightly nervous, and lead her out into the stairwell to remain unheard. "How's Remy coping with this? On top of her Huntington's, its more than anyone person should have to handle."

Allison started getting annoyed. "First of all, you don't know if she has Huntington's. Even she doesn't know if she does. Second of all, why do you care how she is? She doesn't work for House, she works under me." Crossing her arms, she continued to stare down Eric.

He fidgeted uncomfortably. "She's my friend, or was anyway. I just want to know how she is."

"She's fine, she's great, she's fan-friggin-tastic." She gave him a slight slap on the side of his head. "She was in an accident, smacked her head, was covered in bruises and cuts. And now you ask how she is? You never came to see when she was here, you never called her up or asked me before now. Why do you suddenly care?" He continued to look uncomfortable. A connection suddenly flickered into life in Allison's brain.

"You still love her don't you?" At the guilty look that passed quickly across Foreman's face, she'd hit the nail on the head. "You never forgave me for getting Remy, you never forgave her for choosing me over you." Allison grew truly pissed. "Now that she's lost her memories, you think you can worm your way back into her life. You sick bastard. You really think that's going to happen. We have a kid for gods sake, you know how much Remy loves her, even without her memories."

Allison was working up steam now, "Any relationship, even if you did manage to get her, would only be temporary. As soon as her memories returned, she would come back to me Ivy, because she truly loves us. She would hate you for the rest of both of your lives for taking advantage of her and then where would you be? A sad, shrivelled up person, who had lost the best person in the world, all because he couldn't accept that she didn't want him."

Foreman interrupted her, "She needs someone who can help her, who will look after her when her Huntington's hits. I can do things that you can't, that you aren't able to. I'll be there long after you bail out and I'll pick up the piece…"

Allison slapped him, hard. "You goddamned piece of shit." She yelled, "You really don't care about her, you just care about her diagnosis." They were starting to attract some attention. "I'll be there until she dies, just as I know she will be for me. I don't care if she dies early, because we could all die tomorrow. I'll be there for Ivy, I'll be there for Remy and I know that if I have a kid, that Remy will be there for them."

Allison turned around and started walking back to the ER. "Oh, and by the way, Remy doesn't have Huntington's. I know, I have the results from her test." She left, leaving Foreman standing in the stairwell alone.

And for those of you wondering, she said yes to my proposal. Im extremely happy, if not busy and have both Ella and Cayleb to look after, though my mother is a big help with Cayleb.

I'm also working on a story I hope to get published and a completely different story for FF.

Side Note – I've been re-reading the old chapters and besides some abominable mistakes, I also screwed up the times, like in chapter six, Allison say's she'll be home before lunch, but doesn't get there until about 5 or 6 in chapter 7. Let's just pretend that she got held up at the hospital and let it go at that.