AN: I'm sorry I haven't been around for a while! School has literally taken over my life. I am so far behind in each of my classes…so instead of catching up, I'm sitting here writing my FF because it brings me joy. Hope you guys like this one…let me know! I swear after this one, things are going to get uber fun!

Fidelity:

Allison walked into Remy's apartment. This job of hers had once again taken its toll on her. She didn't know how much longer she would be able to last if House kept this up. He drained her completely to where she had nothing left.

Remy looked up from her text book as she heard the door open and close and lock, and the shuffling of shoes and outerwear being taken off then the padding of feet enter her living room.

One look at her lover was all it took for her to set the book down and reach out to her. "Come here." She said quietly.

Cameron, tears already built up in her eyes, nodded her head and reached out for the younger brunette. She fell into her and let the tears flow. Remy laid back on the arm of the couch and rubbed her hands soothingly along Allison's back and in her hair.

Allison then tried to start speaking, "SoIiasdmfn, sashjjhwannnnhhh!" She cried.

Remy stopped her soothing and looked down at the blonde. She debated on if she should even guess or just let her think she was being coherent…her counterpart decided for her, "Slkjlknnas rooasjdn nkhkkjw ehwkhfr!"

Remy, still trying to depict some sort of language from her girlfriend, began stroking her hair again. She sighed and hugged her tight, "It's okay, sweet pea." She said quietly, trying not to startle the blonde or interrupt her ranting cry.

Remy had no success in stopping her girlfriend from talking, but now she could understand her…barely, "Andnowyou'remydeadhusband!"

Remy paused again. This time, she lifted Allison up and looked at her face, "What?"

"Yeah." Allison nodded.

"I don't understand…what do you mean I'm your dead husband?" She asked.

Allison inhaled a snotty breath, "House…he figured me out."

"What?" She asked.

"He figured me out…but not entirely. He figured out why I was 'damaged'." She said as she wiped her face and sat so that she was facing Remy head on.

"Okay…"

"I took him off course though." She looked to the side. "I wanted to protect you from anything he might do to you…to us." She looked back at Remy.

Allison swallowed hard and looked up a moment before continuing. "I…I told him that I was 21…" She took Remy's hand as though she were about to reminisce.

Remy squeezed the hand that took her and covered it with her other, "That was a good year…when you turned 21…" She smirked.

"It was, Baby." Allison nodded. She swallowed again and looked at their hands before continuing, "I told him I was 21. I told him that I was young and in love. I told him that I got married."

Remy cocked her head in interest; obviously knowing that's not how 21 went for Allison Cameron.

"I told him that my husband had cancer…that it metastasized to his brain." Allison looked up at Remy; the tears had set up camp on the rims of her eyes again. She swallowed hard for the third time, "I told him…I told him that my husband died and that that was why I was fucking damaged. That that was why I was working for him today."

Remy didn't know what to say. She opened her mouth a couple times but nothing came out.

"I couldn't tell him about you!" Allison took the silence as a bit of anger, "I had tot protect you! I couldn't tell him that I was still with my, in all likelihood, dying girlfriend! Don't you see, Baby?" She touched Remy's knee in earnest. "If he knew about you. If he knew that I was gay, that I was with you, that we've been together since I was 21 and you were 19…he would stop at nothing to destroy us probably!"

Remy swallowed hard now. She sighed a long sigh. "Jesus fucking Christ." She said. "If you did all of that to protect me, then what are we going to do about your place?" she asked, knowing that Allison did the right thing and that while she didn't need the protection, she didn't need the added stress either.

"Wait….What?" Allison was confused.

"Sweets, if you break into patients houses on a regular basis, what makes you think that he won't break into your place based on pure….curiosity."

Allison looked at her, "Baby, all of our pictures…"

"Are in your place."

"We need to get them out. We need my place to be a decoy. I'm talking photoshopped pictures of a husband, every trace of you out…we need this to be our place and that to be…not."

"I'm going to say this now to get it out in the open…" Remy looked at Allison as she stood up, "I don't like the fact that this is going to happen…but I can't say 'no' to you, so this is going to happen whether I'm cool with it or not."

Allison got up and wrapped her arms around her, "It's all for the greater good…" She said as she nuzzled her lover, "Just think about how much easier our lives will be by doing this. I don't think you're ready to meet House…or his wrath yet. You don't need that. Especially with the rounds you're going to be doing in the ER at Princeton General."

Remy rolled her eyes and nodded her head, "Let's get to work then, Sweets." She said.

After a trip to Wal-Mart, they went to Allison's place with a few boxes. All of their photos and albums from over the years and all of the couple-like things were stripped from the place. They put up a photoshopped picture of Allison at her 'wedding' and various pictures of the older brunette without her counterpart.

Allison held the photoshopped picture, "You know, I look good in white." She said arrogantly, jokingly and with a hint of longing in her voice.

Remy came up and looked at the picture, "You do…" She trailed off and looked at her staring at the picture. She took the frame from her and set it down, "It's going to happen one day, Sweets…I promise." She looked at her, "We've been together this long already; we'll get married before…" She trailed off not sure how to finish that sentence.

"Before…" Allison looked at her, "Before you die probably?" She asked. She didn't want to fight about it anymore, but she needed to talk to Remy about it every so often.

"Yeah." Remy stared at her with flared nostrils. "Before I die probably."

Allison looked at her with a hopeful look, "Rem—" She was cut off.

"No, Al." Remy put up her hand, "No." She repeated, "I don't want to take the test. I'm not ready for it. I'm not ready to know if my life is shortened or if I'm one of the lucky few. I'd rather just go on living if you don't mind." Remy hated this conversation.

She knew that Allison knew that if they knew, then they could deal with it and begin looking at all of the options….if they needed to. She couldn't help that little shadow of doubt that would come over her. That little tiny speckle of dark area that would come over her and make her think the worst of all thoughts: She's going to leave me if I have it. She couldn't tell Allison that she was too selfish, that she wanted her to stay forever…

She knew logically that Allison would never do it. That Allison would never leave her. She knew that. She still couldn't help but think what she thinks when she thinks about taking the test.

Allison didn't know this tiny little thought that kept her from taking the test. She just knew that for some reason, Remy was adamant about not taking the test. After a full minute of Remy turned away from her and complete silence in her apartment, she walked over to Remy and wrapped her arms around her, "Alright." She kissed behind her lover's ear. "Alright." She nodded then kissed the back of her neck.

"Al…I don't like this conversation…you know that." Remy said as she turned around.

"That doesn't mean we can't not have it every so often." Allison gave her a stern look.

Remy nodded as well, "I'm tired and drained and I know you are too…let's go to bed." Remy started for Allison's room.

Allison stood there until Remy turned back around to see what she was doing. Then she locked the door and turned off all the lights before walking over to her. She wrapped her arms around the taller brunette's middle, "I love you."

"Love you too." Remy replied in the dark as they shuffled into Allison's room.

AN: Alright, there you go! Like I said! Next time is going to be fun! Let me know what you think!