AN: I understand it's been forever, but I had to get done with school before I could update this one! This story requires a lot of thought and watching the episodes and all of that… Even after I make notes for my plot I come up with, I have to go back and watch them again when I actually write the chapters! I hope to be putting these up FREQUENTLY now that I won't have school to focus on… so these next few seasons…and the conclusion will all be out and this story will be done by the time summer is over… probably before! Yay! Anyways, here is the next chapter!

Euphoria (both parts)

Cameron walked into Remy's apartment to see her making mac n' cheese. She put her stuff down and walked up behind the younger brunette before wrapping her arms around the taller woman.

Remy turned and took in Allison's face in, "Hey baby." She kissed her, "How was your day today?"

"Well, we have a patient with an unidentifiable contagious disease, Foreman is now quarantined with him, House shot a dead cancer patient in the morgue and then broke the MRI machine…in front of Cuddy." She shrugged and gave a smile to Remy, "How was your day, Honey?"

Remy looked over to her girlfriend as she began fixing a glass of juice before sitting at a table, "Nothing as cool as that… Man! I'm so lime green jell-O of you baby… All I did was stitch cuts from fishing accidents, cast arms and legs from biking accidents and confirm poison ivy from camping trips…" She slouched forward as she looked into the pot before her, "On the bright side… " She glanced to her right and picked up a blue box, "Scooby-Doo mac n' cheese." She smiled at Allison.

Allison was already smiling back at her, shaking her head, "I love you boo." She said not moving from her spot.

"I love you too." Remy winked at her as she strut over to her from the pot of boiling Scooby characters. She leaned down and kissed Allison's cheek then waited for the older woman to turn her head so that she could kiss her for real.

~0~0~0~0~0~

The next day was hard for Cameron and worrisome for Remy. Remy had called Allison at ten that morning.

Allison had just been sent down to monitor Foreman for the rest of the day every hour. As she walked into the clean room to put on the suit, she felt her phone buzz.

"Hey Baby." Allison said as she sat on the bench and looked up at the suit she was about to put on.

"Hey sexy lady." Remy said in an obvious tone.

"Oh..my… Remy?"

"Hm?"

"Did you get the day off and think I might be able to take some time off and come make sex with you?" She asked.

"Yeah." Remy sounded excited.

"Honey, you know I can't… Foreman has gotten worse and worse… I think he's progressed faster than the cop…"

"Well fuck… what are the symptoms… anything different at all?" She went into doctor mode immediately.

"No. I'm just about to go monitor him… I'll call you back in a bit though, okay? I'll let you know what's going on and keep you posted… tell you if I'm even going to be home tonight, okay? Give me like… a half hour? That okay?"

"Sure Honey… Love you."

Allison smiled, "I love you too."

And that was the last time Remy had heard from her… of course… Remy didn't know what Cameron had gone through after she hung up the phone…

Cameron suited up and walked into the room that Foreman and the cop were in. The cop was writhing in pain.

"Biopsy showed nothing." Cameron answered his unasked question.

"How can it be nothing? You cut out a piece of my brain."

Cameron tried to play it down, "It's nothing personal we just didn't find anything."

"Can you just up his morphine for God's sake?" Foreman asked as Joe's moans became louder and louder.

"He's already maxed out 20 milligrams per hour." It was the only response she could give.

"What about toxins?" Foreman moved the conversation forward, wanting to get diagnosed.

"Everything was negative." She looked up at him.

"There was a cover above the stove. Did you see it? I didn't check all the food…but it could be listeriosis."

Cameron shook her head, "I didn't go back." She shined a light in his eye, "Follow right." She said, trying to move onto what she was supposed to do.

"Who did?"

"House said we shouldn't go. Too dangerous."

"The answer's gotta be in that apartment. Not going is too dangerous!"

Cameron shook her head, "I'm sorry."

"You're thankful." He said like he was blaming her, "If House would've pointed at you instead of me you would've been the one in here."

"Look straight forward tell me when you can see the light." She did her best not to show irritation at that statement.

"It's your JOB to go back, you're a doctor you go where the disease is!"

"Say when you can see the light."

Foreman lost it and began yelling, "I'm dying and you're sitting here measuring how fast I go?"

Cameron yelled back at him, "Tell me when you can see the light!"

Foreman slapped the flashlight from her hand, "My vision is fine!"

"Your left side periphery is reduced!" She said sternly.

"It's fine! I'll prove it!" He bent over and grabbed the needle that was right next to where the flashlight landed.

He stabbed her with it.

"Ow! Son of a bitch!" Cameron stood there, covering the area that he stabbed her with. She was so completely shocked she wouldn't have been able to speak if she had been able to process words alone.

Foreman nodded his head, telling her that 'yeah that just happened'. He was breathing hard and he looked at her as if he was a king and she was a subject, "Now we're both exposed. You got two choices: you can go tell House what just happened and get your own cot board in here or you can go back to that apartment….you save me, the cop…and yourself."

Of course by this point, all Cameron could think about was saving herself… and Foreman and the cop… She knew Foreman was right. She knew she needed to go to the apartment. And that's exactly what she did.

As Cameron walked out of Joe's apartment, she found House sitting on a chair in the hallway.

He let his first word drag a bit, "Whyyy doesn't anyone listen to me anymore?"

Cameron gave him a stern look, "I decided you were wrong."

"God you're weak. Guy steals your article, tells you you're not his friend. You still wanna risk your life for him."

Cameron had begun to take the HAZMAT suit off as he spoke. She stopped what she was doing, put her hands on her hips and turned to him, "Foreman broke my skin with a tainted needle."

House raised his brows, "Wow."

"Yeah."

"God you're weak." Cameron rolled her eyes, "Guy tried to kill you. First thing on my list of things do would be to stab him back. Shoot him. Got a gun in my desk. Last thing would be on my list would be to lie to my boss about it and give the bastard everything he wanted."

Cameron stared at him, "I'm not here for Foreman I'm here to save myself."

"Ehh…." He started as he bounced his head back and forth, "Even with a needle stick your chances of infection are pretty slim. That's why you're wearing the suit. You wanted to be here. He just gave you the excuse. What does that guy have to do to make you hate him?"

Cameron ignored that question and moved to grab the trash bag she filled with things to test.

"Give me the bag." House said as he reached into it, "Mildewed dishtowel."

"To retest for staff."

"What is that mouse droppings?"

Cameron nodded, "Mouse droppings. Could carry toxocara. Explain the blindness."

"Now that I recognize as oven crud."

"Could be meat with trichinella. Would explain the high fever."

"What's with rye bread?"

"Mold could be responsible for argot poisoning which could explain the contractures."

"There are three loaves." House looked at them curiously.

"So?"

"You're going back in there."

After House guided Cameron through the apartment and to the suspected pigeons, Cameron found what House was really looking for, "Found a scraper, it looks used. Sitting on a bucket."

"Bucket full of pigeon crap. Perfect home for Cryptococcus neoformans."

"Yup."

"Fungus enters the brain through the spanyol sinus, where it dances its tripe thread of happiness, blindness and intractable pain. Let's hope this experience teaches our cop a lesson. Don't cut corners when you're growing your pot. See you back home."

It wasn't until after the cop died that Cameron realized she never called Remy back… it was the middle of the night.

Allison crawled into one of the cots that were provided for doctors that needed to sleep after long shifts, she dialed Remy's number, "Hey Baby." She said softly after Remy answered worriedly.

"Is everything okay? Are you hurt? Are you sick? Did something happen? Where are you?" the younger doctor was flipping ape shit.

"Honey… Remy… slow—slow down! Rem!" She had to yell at her girlfriend to get her to shut up, "Honey… everything is okay for now… I am not hurt… I don't think I'm sick… But yes, Remy something did happen…" Allison heard Remy about to go into another rant, "Honey. I need you to not if I'm going to tell you what's happening, okay?"

Remy sighed dramatically and nodded. Then once she realized that Allison couldn't see her, she spoke, "Okay."

"Okay… Foreman stabbed me with a tainted needle. I went to the cop's apartment to try and find something… We still have nothing. I'm staying here tonight to make sure that I didn't get it and I don't want you sneaking in here or something stupid, okay? If I do have it then I'll call you and tell you to come…"

"Honey…" Remy started in a sad tone.

"No." Allison said, "It's going to be okay. Don't think the worst like I know you're prone to do… I'll be fine, I'm just being precautionary, alright? I will call you tomorrow and see you and kiss you and love on you… after we finish the case." Allison said.

"Love on me?" Remy asked with perked ears.

This made Allison grin into the phone, "Oh yeah, Honey… all over."

"Well hurry up! It's been a long week and a half!" Remy said.

"We're trying Honey!" Allison grinned, "I'll call you tomorrow."

"Alright. Love you."

"More than anything."

The next morning, Allison woke up and knew that she didn't have it because she was in no way happy or giddy or anything but stressed…and maybe a lot irritated. She changed into clothes that she kept in her locker, grabbed some coffee and breakfast then went about her day as best she could.

They were in the main office, House, Chase and Cameron, still shooting ideas at each other.

"Toxic mold." Chase tried.

Cameron rolled her eyes and shook her head, "If it was toxic mold, I'd be sick."

"How do we know you're not sick?"

Cameron shot him a look that told him just how 'trilled' she was, "Do I seem happy to you?"

"Never." House said sarcastically as always. He had a twinkle in his eye that told Cameron he knew why she was so pissy that morning… that there was no lesbianism of any sort because Cameron had to be all precautionary.

Chase however, had no clue what was going on and laughed, as always, at House's statement. Then, after receiving looks from both of them he felt the need to explain himself, "It was funny…"

"Let's assume it's not blood-born. If you start cracking jokes, we'll reassess. In the mean time, stay away from people and animals that you care about." With this statement, he told Cameron that she really did do the right thing so that lesbianism could prevail after they get this case figured out.

~0~0~0~0~0~0~

Allison was on the phone catching her girlfriend up with what was happening…and apologizing to her yet again, for spending multiple nights apart.

"Baby?"

"Yes Rem?" Allison was very, very quiet as she sat in the locker room alone, changing into scrubs.

"Why do you care so much about him? Why is it so important to you that he get better? I mean… you're fighting for him like I would expect you to fight for me…"

Allison thought about it carefully before answering…

"I need your help." Four words she never thought she would hear from him.

"There's nothing I can give you for the pain."

"I wanna be put out."

"I can have a nurse in here in five minutes."

"No. Once I'm out, I might not come back. I've never done a will."

"I'll call a lawyer for you."

"I want you to be my medical proxy."

Okay, strike before, that is the one thing she never thought she'd hear Foreman say. She looked up at him in complete shock.

"All the things that piss me off about you in House's office; you're too emotional, too caring, too cautious. They're all good things on this floor."

"Your dad is-"

"No."

"He cares about you."

"So do you."

"I can't do this."

"We expect family members to make decisions about their loved ones after a ten minute briefing. Then we're left agonizing over ten years of medical experience."

This is when she looked at him carefully, "That's from my article."

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have stolen you're article. I shouldn't have exposed you. You were a friend. I need to know that we're okay."

"No. I'll be your proxy but we're not okay. You're scared you're dying, that's the only reason you wanna set things right. We're gonna get you better first, and then, if you still wanna apologize, I'll be around. I'll call that lawyer."

She sighed after replaying the scene in her head, "He asked me to be his medical proxy…"

"He… what?"

"Yeah… I think he was just being an ass… I think that he really does see me as a friend… at the very least someone he can trust… I tend to think the two go hand in hand…" Allison said into the phone.

Remy smiled into the phone, "I love you."

"I love you." Allison smiled, "I have to go… House is being… House…" She said, "I was changing into my scrubs… they're the only clothes I have left…"

"Oh, alright… Bye Baby."

"Bye Rem… I promise I will be home tonight…"

"Good… whose home?"

"Uhh… just text me which one you're at, okay?" Allison said as she stood up and started for the door, "Love you." She didn't wait for a confirmation.

"Love you too Baby… go kick is ass!"

Cameron found House talking to Wilson, "He's out. The EEG shows that he's still in pain, the antibiotics have had more than enough time. We're doing the brain biopsy."

House, being House, started to try to get out of the necessary, "Not unless you people can't come up with something clever in the next three hours-"

"Now! We're doing it now!" Cameron interrupted him with an overexertion of confidence.

"Well, who died and made you boss?"

"Foreman." She gave House the papers.

House looked at it, and before she knew it she was arguing in Cuddy's office in front of the Dean with Foreman's dad present.

"It's legal." Cuddy said.

"He's out of his mind. Yesterday he was giggling about a hole in a guy's head."

"Hire a lawyer and challenge it. In the meantime, Cameron's in charge."

"Why would he sign that?"

"It's nothing personal, Mr. Foreman." Cameron tried to comfort him.

"My son doesn't trust me. How exactly is that not personal?"

She has no words, except, "...I'm sorry."

"You're sorry? You're talking about this man's son! You're denying him the right to be a part of-"

"Oh, shut up, House." Cuddy gave him a subtle shake of the head, then turned to Cameron, "If you wanna do the biopsy, do the biopsy. If House tries to interfere, let me know and I will take care of it."

Cameron glared at the older woman. She had had it up to her neck with everyone involved in this case and the last thing she needed was Cuddy to say that, 'she'll take care of it' if House gets out of hand, "Yeah, you're a hero." She started in full bitch-mode, "If it weren't for you, we'd be cutting into a dead guy's head instead of Foreman's!" She realized her surroundings and looked apologetically to her boss's boss, "...Sorry. Thanks."

House and Cuddy looked at each other before House limped after his favorite lesbian duckling.

"That was great!"

"It was rude and unnecessary."

"Yeah!" He said, telling her that it should be obvious why it's great.

"Go away."

"Gimme time."

"We're out of time."

"An hour."

"What does "out of time" mean?" She looked exasperated.

"His O-2 starts are 94 right now. As long as they're above 90, danger of fatal eurythmia doesn't increase."

"So what? There's no point in waiting."

"Right. We should be cutting into a corpse's head."

"Yeah! We should be except the CDC's got the cop's body-"

"There's got to be other bodies."

"You think this thing has killed other people?"

"No. That apartment was a dump. Just because Steve McQueen didn't get sick doesn't mean some other varmint didn't. You give me an hour, I go back there, I find a dead animal. I cut its head open instead of Foreman's."

Cameron sighed, letting him know that he won, "Foreman's already at 100% oxygen. Once his O-2 stats hit 90, I can't wait any longer. Where's your suit?"

"Either you'll find the answer or I'll find the answer. Doesn't matter."

~0~0~0~0~0~

Cameron walked into her place that night. Remy had been cleaning out a mug of something or other and turned to see her exhausted girlfriend.

"Baby…" She said in a happy, hopefully calming, soothing voice. She set the mug down and walked over to the shorter woman and kissed her.

"Naegleria" Was all the other woman could say.

"Naegleria?" Remy clarified.

"Yeah…"

"Damn…" Remy took it in. She then looked at the face she was holding, and looked into the eyes, "Let's get you to bed, hmm?"

"Mmm." All Allison could do was nod.

"So I've been thinking…" Remy said as she laid down next to Allison and kissed her cheek, "And… I know it's not exactly the most legal idea I've ever had…" This got Allison's attention. She opened her eyes and stared at her, "What if…during cases like this… during cases when we don't get to see each other and you sleep at the hospital that, instead of you telling me not to do something crazy like sneak into the hospital to be with you… What if I do, do something crazy and sneak into the hospital so that I can be with you…?"

Allison turned and snuggled into her lover, "I think," she sighed, letting sleep begin to take her, "That if you do that… then I would be a very happy Cameron and my co-workers would begin to question it… but I don't think I'd really care…" She smiled and kissed Remy's neck where her mouth landed just before sleep took her completely.

Remy smiled and held her tighter than she had been a few moments before, kissed her temple, then fell asleep next to her.