AN: Again….FF is being a little hussy! I'm not really sure if everyone can see what I put up, the day I put it up, but I do hope eventually it gets read! Here's today's chapter!

Need to Know

"We need to talk about this." Wilson said as Cameron approached him and House.

"Gosh, wish I could." He said to Cameron, "How did the HIV test go? Did you study up?"

Cameron played off his question, "I rescheduled for this afternoon. We have a new patient. 34-year-old female. Movement disorder."

"Movement disorder? Fascinating." He said sarcastically as he made his way to his office.

"This isn't just gonna go away." Wilson told him.

"No. But maybe you will." House pushed his way inside the conference room.

"Probably suffered head trauma in the car accident. Trauma leads to the dyskinesia." Foreman said.

"According to her husband, the flailing started before she got anywhere near that car." Was Cameron's response.

"What does the flailing look like?" House waited for someone to actually fall for it.

Chase pressed the conversation on, "Her arms spasm uncontrollably and there's a mild facial twitch."

"Demonstration?" Again, he waited for someone to fall for it.

"You wanna know what it looks like, go see the patient." Foreman said in his very cranky, very impatient way.

House gave him an, 'I got you' look, "Ooo, snarky… Was he like this the whole time I was gone?"

Cameron didn't answer, instead she focused his attention back to the patient, "Patient's been on a fertility regimen for the last 13 months. Excess estrogen in the system could explain—"

House was still ignoring them for the most part, "Who finished the animal crackers?" He asked as he shook the empty box.

"Sudden movement disorder could be a symptom of Huntington's." Foreman ignored him.

House interrupted once more. He was sarcastically portraying housewife, "If you finish something, don't just put back the empty box, throw it out."

Cameron, after giving a classic roll of her eyes, denied the Huntington's diagnosis, "Huntington's takes a day to confirm. We should put her on Tamoxifen in case it is the fertility meds. Counteract the estrogen."

House now chose to respond to Cameron…he knew why Cameron was denying the Huntington's diagnosis, "It's a great idea, if you want to kill her baby." House took the marker and wrote, 'pregnancy' before continuing, "Movement disorder can present in the first trimester."

"She's not pregnant." Foreman said.

"Peeing on a stick is only 99% accurate. Get a real pregnancy test. You know, the one with the blood and the hormones and the rabbit." Foreman gave him the best glare he could muster, "Oh, I'm sorry. It's still your limo. Whaddya say, Miss Daisy?"

"Whatever you want." Foreman relented.

"Lame duck's done quacking."

"You quack, people shoot at you. Cuddy just put me here to make you miserable. Another two days, you can go back to making yourself miserable." Was the other man's explanation.

"Okay. Get an MRI. See if it's in her head, or her uterus." The duckling's started to make their way out, "You're gonna want to paralyze her…You run tests on a flailer, somebody's gonna lose an eye."

After learning that it wasn't their original thought and House wanting to put her on Huntington's meds before they even gave her the test… and just the fact that this whole thing was centered around Remy's possible disease, Cameron snuck out of her hospital and fled to Princeton General. She text Remy in the parking lot and told her she was on her way to her and she needed to see her immediately.

Allison walked through the ER like she owned the place, and once Remy saw her; she kept walking toward a hall that they had used before for conversation. Remy followed her. When Allison turned around to her, her expression wasn't readable.

"Al…Baby what's wrong?" She asked. She moved in to touch her, but she stopped short when she saw her girlfriend begin to clench.

"We got a new patient today…" Allison's voice was almost lost.

"Uh huh…why does that make you sad? You're usually excited, or at the very least passionate for one reason or another…" Remy cocked her head to the side and crossed her arms.

Allison looked at her, "She has a movement disorder." She looked at Remy who immediately turned her eyes to the wall, then the floor…then anywhere but back to her, "First thought?... Foreman said it for everyone… Huntington's." She bit her lip again, "First thing I did? Refuse to believe or think that idea for a second." She swallowed.

Remy looked at her then, "Honey…" She moved closer, and once she realized that this time, Allison was going to allow her touch, she pulled her in for a hug, "I'm sorry."

"Why are you sorry? It's not your patient…" Allison tried to avoid Remy's eyes now.

"But she is yours…and I am your lover…and I might have what your patient might have…and I won't get myself tested and that bothers you." Remy looked at Allison's expression, "Don't look so surprised, Babe… we've been together for eight years…I think I know you by now… And don't think House didn't see right through you when you suggested whatever you suggested that wasn't Huntington's… that was a dead give away…" Allison pushed her into the wall, "Hey! I'm just saying…" Remy grinned at her and pulled her in by the hips, "Baby I'm sorry that I can't take the test to quell your feelings on the subject…I'm not sorry for probably dying earlier than most people."

Allison nodded. She glanced to Remy's eyes then back down. She pressed into before she looked back up at Remy.

"I have a 50/50 chance of not having it…" Remy tried to make that Allison Cameron frown go away.

"No, I know." Allison tried to say, but her voice was strained. She cleared her throat, "If you were a casino game, you'd have the best odds…" She gave her that grin that she knew Remy loved.

Remy laughed, "Yeah, I guess that's true!" She leaned in and kissed her, "I love you. I'm never gonna leave you. Not as long as I'm here on this earth, mentally compatible." She said quietly.

Allison nodded and leaned in and kissed her again. "I love you." Allison replied and hugged her close.

The next thing Allison knew, they were testing the mom for the cursed disease. She had to get out of there again. She had to breath. She went to the roof. She walked to the edge and leaned as far over it as she could without losing her balance. She needed to be anywhere but there. She closed her eyes. After a couple minutes, she moved to the ladder of the fire escape and sat down, one arm hooked around the ladder's side, holding on for dear life, the other wrapped around her, her legs dangling over the edge of the hospital. She heard the door push open and didn't bother to turn around.

She heard the distinct thump-step of House walking over to her. He leaned over the edge next her and looked out in the same direction she was, "You okay?" He asked.

"Yeah… I just wasn't expecting to walk in this morning and hear that she was in fact in the middle of being tested for Huntington's…" She swallowed hard.

"That's why I tried to get it done with you not here." He didn't look at her still.

She did turn to him, shocked, "You…what?" She asked, her surprise not hiding.

"You heard me." He had a slight smirk to his lips.

"Why, Dr. House…" She leaned and nudged his shoulder, "Did you admit to doing something to spare someone else pain?"

House ignored her, "You know…you need to take that test." He said. He still wouldn't look at her.

"I know…"

"Are you going to?"

Cameron got up and turned from him. She started walking toward the door.

"You shouldn't do the same as your girlfriend. Don't find out when it's too late to do anything about it." He now decided to look at her.

She jutted her jaw to the side in thought. She looked up at him and nodded, then turned and walked back into the hospital.

~0~0~0~

House had had enough of Cameron's pity party. He would never explain to anyone why he pushed them when they're dealing with the most complicated ordeals…he wasn't even sure himself, but it was time to push the human sized teddy bear around.

He this right as he was sending them off, "So ultrasound her uterus this time. See if there's something there that doesn't look adorable in a onesie." He started following them out, swab in hand, "Cameron." He stopped her, but the other two kept walking, "I love you."

Cameron gave him both a look of surprised…and a look of total disgust. Her mouth opened, and her seized his opportunity, "And by that I mean…I like you in my life. I'd like to know how long you will be here… Get your results tomorrow."

~0~0~0~

Remy of course knew about this incident before anything else happened in the day. There was an immediate call…and an immediate calming down. Allison complained about how rude it was, and Remy had to tell her and remind her repeatedly what he told her after…that he cared about her…he liked her friendship and he wanted her to take care of herself.

Allison rolled her eyes as she thought about this as she walked into his office the next day.

"Something you need to see." House said as he held out the envelope. She looked at him nervously as she took it from him, "Knowing is always better than not knowing."

She opened the letter and read as House walked over to another stack of letters and grabbed an opened one.

Cameron gave him a confused look, "It's a referral request."

House turned back to her, "Right. HIV thing came in earlier." He held it out to her, "You're fine."

Cameron was incredulous, "You won't read your mail, but you'll open mine?"

"It said confidential. I wanted to know."

"The most important letter of my life, and you're still an ass." Cameron gave him as cutting a look as she could possibly give. "But you love me." She prodded.

House gave her a sarcastic glance, "Comforting, isn't it?"

She sighed and nodded, "Yeah." She said was she walked out of the office.