AN: And the last chunk…of this three episode arc..

Love Hurts:

Remy hadn't seen her girlfriend since she left her place on Sunday so she could study harder for finals, which just ended before she got there. "What are you going to wear tonight?" Remy looked at her girlfriend from her bed as she looked through her closet.

"Well…House asked if I was too young to remember spandex…" Allison gave a raised brow.

Remy's calm face contorted to her jealous face.

Allison laughed and walked back out to Remy. She bent down and kissed her forehead then her lips, "Relax. The only spandex I own is in the form of running shorts and sports bras…That ain't gonna happen seeing as we're going to Café Spoleto."

"You're going to Café Spoleto?" Remy sat up. "That place is shwanky." She almost pouted, "I wanted to take you there on our anniversary…" She looked up at her.

Allison got this goofy grin on her face, "You were gonna do that?" She had her bunny nose scrunched tight.

"Yeah… I mean, it's coming up soon…" She said as she scooted to the edge of the bed and pulled her girlfriend between her legs.

"It's tomorrow." Allison gave her girlfriend a look. Remy nodded and stared at her. "Oh Baby." Allison kissed her, "I love you." She kissed her again, then pulled away, "You know I don't care where we go…just as long as when we're back at one of our apartments, we're naked and sweaty." She kissed her again, then laughed heartily as she pulled away.

"Why is that that funny?" She asked.

"Oh," Allison recovered and wiped her eyes, "You have been gone so long. I have so many stories about this week for you! But, after I told Foreman and Chase what the 'perks' were for my return, Foreman was like, 'A date? Date, dinner and a movie naked and sweaty, date?'" Allison laughed, "It was really funny." She sobered as she pushed Remy further on the bed then straddled her and hugged her, "I missed this the most though…I missed cuddling way more than just sharing stories."

Remy grinned, "I did too." She kissed Allison's neck.

Allison pulled from her just a bit. She smiled and kissed her lips. It was longer than a peck, but short enough to not get the full-blown pleasure from it. She plastered a grin on her face as she looked at her girlfriend, "Who would have thought that Remy Hadley would ever like cuddling? I sure was warned about not getting involved with her because she was a heartbreaker… She was this freshman that had somehow taken over the lesbian community and had somehow almost slept with every girl, gay, bisexual, bicurious and even some straighties that hung out with us and all of our gayness…" She shook her head, "I was told that I would get my heart ripped right out and the Mexican hat dance would be performed on it…" She stared at Remy.

"Well…" Remy laughed, "I was told to stay away from you by many a women…and a few dudes. I was told that if I tried to get involved with you and if I hurt you, then I wasn't going to live to see the sunrise the next day." She took Cameron's face in her hand, "So of course, I wanted you even more." She flipped them so Cameron was on her back and Remy was laying in between her legs. "I tried so damn hard to get to you! Your friends were really, really good at getting you away from me and making me keep my distance." She bit her bottom lip and watched her thumb travel over one of her perfect apple cheeks. "But they weren't good enough."

"No they were not." Allison grinned.

"All it took was one date with you to tame me into submission." She said seriously.

"I know." Allison was grinning.

"I fell in love with you that night." She swallowed.

Allison grinned even wider and leaned in to kiss her girlfriend, "I know. I fell for you too, but I knew the next day when I got that voice mail you sent me."

"Oh God!" Remy couldn't believe Allison remembered that voice mail by heart like she did.

Allison sobered from laughing and stared at Remy seriously, "Baby, I don't have to go tonight. I can stay here with you. And we can go there tomorrow."

"No. You do have to go." She said.

"Maybe I shouldn't…Wilson came into the office when I was by myself today…" Remy raised her brows and waited for her to continue, "He said that he was worried that I was going to break his heart…"

"Al, House is a grown man. He knows the reality of the situation, as do you. Nothing is going to come of this. He's being forced to do this to get you on his team. He's not the kind of guy to fall for a girl who blackmailed him into going on a date with him…" She laughed.

Allison nodded along, "But—"

"No!" Remy interrupted her from even beginning, "You have to go because you will never have another opportunity like this…and..I mean, the dud is just too intriguing…" she grinned.

"You'll wait up for me?" Allison asked as she started walking to her closet to pick out her dress.

"Yes of course! I'm going to hang out on your couch and watch movies…maybe some episodes of Friends…do we have the series pack here or at my place?" She asked.

"It's here." Allison walked out in her dress then over to her vanity. "It's in the cabinet thing under the TV." She said as she began her make-up. When she got no acknowledgement from her girlfriend, she looked in the mirror over at her, "Rem?" She was staring at her, but there was no awareness, "Did you hear me?"

"Huh, what?" Remy shut her jaw and looked at Allison's eyes through the mirror.

Allison grinned, "It's in the cabinet under the TV…Where were you?" She asked.

"I went to the last time you wore that dress." Remy said as she got off the bed and walked over to her girlfriend to drop a kiss on her neck and shoulder.

Allison turned around and kissed her, "I love you…I'll be home early." It took everything she had to turn around and put her make-up on. At this point, with all their reminiscing and the fact pointed out that it was their anniversary—their seventh anniversary!—the next day; she just wanted to be with her...

Remy laughed, "You don't need to be home early." Remy shook her head.

Allison stood up and got on her tip-toes to raise the three inches to match Remy's height, "I'm going to be home early." She kissed her again. Then she walked over to her closet and pulled a pair of shoes.

~0~0~0~0~

Allison looked at the goof corsage House got her, "It's beautiful. And you look very handsome."

House licked his bottom lip. He clearly felt awkward. "Thank you."

"I've always loved this restaurant." Allison looked around.

"Yeah. It's changed a lot since the last time I was here. Used to be a strip joint." Allison laughed. She wasn't sure if he was serious or not.

The awkward silence fell upon them again, "Nice earrings."

Allison was touched that he noticed, not surprised by any means, but she was touched that he chose to comment, "My mom's. Thank you."

"Nice shoes. Comfortable?"

She knew where he was going with this. "I'm not expecting you to be someone you're not."

"We're in a restaurant. We're dressed up. We're eating. Without small talk what is there?"

Allison decided to try and ease him up, "According to Freud—and I'm paraphrasing—the instinct of love toward an object demands a mastery to obtain it, and if a person feels they can't control the object of feel threatened by it, they act negatively toward it. Like an eighth-grade boy punching a girl." She wasn't trying to play a game with him, she just didn't know how to say, 'But, I just mean I want to hang out as friends…I don't want in your pants.' She wanted to take a drink…and by take a drink she meant that she wanted the entire bottle in her system.

"I treat you like garbage, so I must really like you. Given your Freudian theory, what does it mean if I start being nice to you?"

Oh fuck it, She thought, then answered his question, "That you're getting in touch with your feelings."

"Mm-hmm. So there's absolutely nothing I can do to make you think that I don't like you?" House was almost begging her to let him not like her.

"Sorry, no. I have one evening with you—one chance—and I don't want to waste it talking about what wines you like or what movies you hate. I want to know how you feel. About me."

They exchanged a look, and finally House relented. He told her exactly what he thought.

"You live under the delusion that you can fix everything that isn't perfect. That's why you married a man who was dying of cancer. You don't love, you need. And now that your husband is dead, you're looking for your new charity case. That's why you're going out with me. I'm twice your age. I'm not great-looking. I'm not charming. I'm not even nice. What I am is what you need. I'm damaged."

Allison swallowed, "I am only telling you this because our anniversary is tomorrow. And before I start, yes I have read through my psychology books trying to figure out why I lied about it, but I just…I don't know. My husband didn't die of cancer…my husband wasn't even a man." She looked him in the eyes. He sat forward, intrigued that she was giving him pieces to her puzzle, "I was 21. I fell in love with a girl. She had early on-set Huntington's. We didn't find out until it was too late. She told me that she didn't want me to suffer with her. She left and I tried to find her, and when I did, it was too late." Allison wiped a tear from the corner of her eye, "So no, House. I am not drawn to damaged people. I do not need, I love. The only reason you think you can read me is because I've let you. I'm not attracted to you because you're not attractive; I'm not attracted to you because I'm gay. All you have to do is look at women and the flock to you. You have eyes that sometimes remind me of her. They're deep and intense." She took a breath, "Now that that's out of the way, I would greatly appreciate it if you kept that information to yourself."

"What did she dye of?" House asked.

"Excuse me?"

"Did she die of the disease or did she take her own life?"

Cameron swallowed and didn't answer that question.

~0~0~0~0~

Allison walked into her apartment. Remy was asleep on the couch. The 'Friends' menu was playing and just cut to replaying all six episodes on the disc when she shut the door. When Allison looked at the couch, she saw Remy in a pair of scrubs. That made her grin.

She sat on the couch and bent over to kiss her until she woke up.

Once Remy realized the kiss was real, she shot up, "Hey Baby." She said with a smile on her face.

"Hey…" She tugged on Remy's scrub top, "I know these are comfortable, but they're not meant for jammies…" she grinned.

"I'm just excited for Monday…thought I'd break them in…" She said with her own grin. "Thanks for setting me up with this one right out of school…" She kissed her girlfriend. After a moment, she could tell something was wrong, "What, Honey?" She asked.

"I told him about you…" She said.

Remy's brows shot up, "What? After all that protecting me, you told him?" She couldn't help the faint grin.

"Well…I mean, you're still dead, but I still told him that you were a woman and that I'm gay…"

"Really?" Remy looked at her, "Are you okay with the entire hospital knowing that?" She took some of Allison's hair and let her fingers bask in the softness.

"I don't think he's going to tell anyone." She said.

"You…don't think he will?"

"No…I really think he's going to keep this one to himself."

Remy looked up at a clock, and gasped, "It's not early, Babe."

"I know, I'm sorry…we actually had a really long, candid discussion…" She said.

"Are you guys friends now?" She asked as she stood up and pulled Allison with her to her bedroom.

"I think we might just be that." She said.

Remy stopped and turned Allison around. She took off her dress for her and Allison slipped out of her heels, "Happy anniversary." Remy said as she brought her over to the bed.

"Happy anniversary." Allison said happily as she kissed her girlfriend of officially seven years.

AN: okay…so the anniversary came out of nowhere…but I'm really glad it did decide to come out. I think I will deal with more of their past throughout…I mean, I don't really know for sure, but I hope more of their past comes out as I write! I will be diligently working on season two for the rest of this and the next couple weekends! As always, please let me know what you think!