AN: Okay, so FIRST AND FOREMOST: I want to give a shout out to , seige98, and The Finnish Sniper for getting my butt back in gear for this story… It was a bit of fate it seems, for as I started feeling nostalgic but still not doing anything about it… These three lovely people all came to me and asked me when I was going to finish the story… Hence, my butt getting in gear.

Now, I went back and read what I have so far, and all my plans for the future, and I realized that in a few of the chapters, I've accidentally called Allison 'blonde,' of course… we all know that she is not in these first three seasons, so… Whoopsie on my part! I just didn't catch myself… and if I do it at all throughout this season that I'm staring—the last of the brunette Allison Cameron, then I apologize in advance!

Now, after a too long delay, the next chapter:

"What if he was in a motorcycle accident?" Cameron asked as she put her phone back in her pocket from texting her girlfriend, telling her about the new case… and trying to ignore Chase's input throughout the conversation.

"That explains the coma," Foreman started with obvious sarcasm, "But how'd he get back in bed?" He then gave a sarcastic smile and pointed at the brunette, "Ahhh! Cameron's talking about House!"

Cameron slumped forward in earnest, "Did you ever see how he drives?"

"No, WE haven't." Chase's subtle jealousy was anything but.

Cameron looked at him and made sure with everything that was in her to not roll her eyes, "It's insane… I especially hate it when he gives me his only helmet… he needs another one." She smirked as Chase slumped back in his chair, Yeah, that's it… stop thinking you have a chance with me… please.

"Man, I'll tell you what I have noticed about him… Have you seen how many pills he's been popping lately? I wouldn't be surprised if he's in a coma somewhere himself."

House strutted in as best he could at this time, "If I am, this is one lame hallucination."

"What happened to you?" Chase asked like the lap dog he is.

"If you ever end up in a bar with a Cambridge woman's heavyweight eight, do not accept the offer of an upside-down kamikaze shot."

Cameron narrowed her eyes, "We have a case." She informed him.

"Fat guy in a coma, I know." he said as he rummaged around his room.

"Cuddy found you?"

"Nope, but the wall between Wilson's office and this one is thinner than you think; which means we need to stop talking about what a pathetic loser he is. Start treating Jabba for Pickwick Syndrome. His 96 double Zs are probably putting pressure on his chest suffocating him." He said as he pulled out some spare clothing.

"CO2 and oxygen stats are normal." Foreman was looking at his chart.

"For you and me, what's normal for a hippopotamus?"

Cameron gave him her classic scolding look.

He of course ignored it and said, "Get a detailed medical history."

"From who? He was brought in alone." The only female in the room replied.

"And I doubt a guy who weighs 600 pounds bothers with annual physicals." Chase added.

"Talk to the neighbors, search the house. Let's see what else Shamu's been up to besides eating. This conversation is over because I have officially run out of clever things to call the guy." House started to limp away to go to the bathroom to change.

He and Cameron shared a look before she shook her head and rolled her eyes. She then started moving as well to get to the poor guys apartment.

~0~0~0~0~0~

As Sophie brought Cameron around the apartment, she couldn't help but be reminded of House… and Remy before she had scooped her up. She saw the cleanliness of the living room first, then the books on top of books… and the instruments… she couldn't help but go to memory lane for a while.

~0~0~

It had been a week since Remy pushed her against the shelf and kissed her… and she didn't know how to feel… but she knew she wanted more. She went to one of the local gay hangouts… the coffee shop, knowing that she had to come in sometime… because she always came in sometime… at least that's what Allison heard.

She had her books with her and her and set up camp in the small corner table out of sight from everyone but able to see pretty much everything. She had been there a couple hours, getting some much needed studying done…when she wasn't scanning the shop looking for her. She knew it was time for a refill and a scone. When she walked back over to her small table she saw someone in the seat across from hers. She knit her brows and looked around a bit before going over to the other girl, "Can I help…you—Remy?" She asked like she had thought she'd have never see this girl again after that night no matter how much she wanted to.

Remy grinned at her and watched her sit down, "You wanna get out of here?"

"And do what?"

"I don't know go somewhere? Your place? My Place? Any place, really… so long as its private…?" Remy looked around.

"Why private?"

"Because I've been told by many a person that if I'm caught flirting or even talking to you then I have hell to pay…"

Allison stared at this girl for a minute… she was completely unimpressed. She smiled sadly to herself before gathering her books and putting them in her book bag. She got up and slung the bag over her shoulders. Then grabbed her scone and to-go cup and started walking out of the place.

Remy was on her heals, "So where're we going?" She asked.

Allison rolled her eyes and turned to her and leaned against her car, "We are not going anywhere. I am going back to my place to finish studying." She turned back around, digging for her keys, "God, I cannot believe I even thought about it… this is just the last fucking…thing I need right now." As she shoved her key into the door to open it, Remy's hand covered hers and the brunette's breath was on her neck.

"What did I say wrong?"

Allison closed her eyes, "You said nothing wrong… You actually said everything right… I can make the right choice now."

"The right choice is me." Remy said.

"No…" Allison shook her head and turned, "It's not… You have this reputation and you live up to it quite well… I've seen you go from girl to girl to guy to girl… I am not going to be a part of a list, or a notch in a post."

"Who said you were?"

"You did! Just inside!"

Remy knit her brows, "When did I say that?"

"When you told me that people have repeatedly told you to leave me alone… I get it… you like the chase, you like dodging trouble and living on the wild side… I am not wild. I play by the rules and I hate being chased… I don't want to play this game… I want the end package… I don't want the dating and the 'what does this text mean?', I want the relationship. I want the perfect relationship; I don't break-up ever again. I don't want to be cheated on ever again; I don't want another horrible partner. I've already done those things, so unless you can offer me a lifetime of happiness… stay away." She turned back to her car and unlocked the door.

Remy stood there a second before she walked up to Allison's open window, pushed the unlock button, and rounded the car. She got in and buckled herself.

"What the hell are you doing?" Allison asked her.

"Let's go to my place… I don't really feel like dealing with roommates and I know you have them because they are three of the million that threatened me." She scrunched her nose then when she didn't back out, she looked at her, "First the car gets put in reverse… you back out, preferably facing east and drive…"

"Did you not hear a thing I just said?"

"No I heard you… believe me… I heard you. Let's go." Remy motioned for her again.

Allison did as she was told… to flabbergasted to think about the consequences.

Remy started to get out of the car, but noticed Allison didn't move, "You're coming in, aren't you?" She asked.

"No. I'm going to go home. I was just being—HEY! Those are my keys!" Allison yelled as Remy got out of the car and walked off. She quickly grabbed her bag—which had her phone and locked the door, "Give them here!" She chased after the brunette.

"I'll give them there when you give me a fleeting chance." Remy raised her brows, "Now come with me and let me show you around." She opened the door to her apartment and brought her inside. "Okay… Living room," she said as they entered, "Dining table area…" She pointed at her diner style kitchen table and chairs, "Kitchen… it's small but it works… Bathroom's the second on the left, first is the coat closet slash laundry room, and bedroom's on the right." Remy sat down, "You can explore anywhere you please… dig up whatever and I'll try to explain it or tell you why it's there."

"You're serious?" She asked.

"Mhmm." Remy nodded then sat forward, putting her elbows on her knees, "I'm a bitch when I'm tired. I'm picky about the most random things. My DVDs have to be in order, for example. I'm clean, but not like OCD clean. I hate having bad breath. I play guitar and sometimes I think I can sing. I'm a flirt. My middle name is Beauregard…" Remy watched Allison smirk, then start snooping. She pulled out a plastic baggy and looked over at her in shock, "I smoke weed and am known to do harder drugs when I need it. I drink to forget not to have fun. I had a bad childhood that I don't talk about. I'm fucked up because of it. I fool around. I don't like to touch or anything after sex. I don't find sex emotional like most, like I assume you do. I don't like to get emotional about things… people. I don't like romance. I'm no good at it. I never thought that I'd want any sole person—I'm not the type that wants, but I want you… I'm not gonna be good at this thing in the beginning… I'm gonna be quite horrid, actually… But I'll learn from my mistakes. And I think…" Her voice cracked, "I think that if you give me a chance you'll find that I might be what you're looking for…"

Allison dropped the bag of weed on the coffee table, "No drugs." She said in a serious tone, "If you really want to be with me… No drugs. Sorry, I'm a tight ass."

"I get the feeling that you're not really sorry…"

"You'd be right." Allison crossed her arms, "I don't care what you drink so long as it's not excessive. You won't care about any other girl or guy except me… in the way you care about me… I am not a side dish and I will not be pushed to side to act as one… I'm a fucking five start, three course meal. You will never touch another person again—"

"So no threesomes?"

"You're kissing me, right?" Allison looked down at the brunette.

Remy looked back up at her blankly before finally, "Yeah, I'm kidding." She grinned, "I did know that one…"

Allison blinked a couple times before she continued, "You can look, but I would prefer if you didn't or kept it to a minimum glance…" she swallowed, "You have to work for me, do you know that? I am not just here because you want me to be here."

"I know I will… I had to practically fight Hades himself before you gave me your name…" Remy stared at the blonde girl before her.

Allison nodded and stared at her, "We're not going to have sex for a long, long time…"

"Why?"

"Because it does mean something—I don't care if I'm just like every other cliché of a girl you've ever fucked… I am not a fuck. I am worthwhile, and if you really do think that you can commit to me like you say then you'll nod your head and stick to your hand or vibrator for the next while."

"How long is a while?"

"Until you realize just how much it means." Cameron jutted her jaw to the side then grinned, "Remy Beauregard."

Remy chuckled, "I knew I was going to regret saying that… you're going to remember everything I tell you about myself aren't you? You've got the mind of an elephant, huh?"

"I'm going to remember almost everything… I'll tell you right now, if you talk to me while I'm studying…" She shrugged as she sat down, "Probably not going to hear anything…"

"You ever play guitar?" Remy asked as she leaned to the side and picked her acoustic from the stand.

"No—Who said I was done explaining the beginning rules of being with me?"

Remy set it back down, and turned to her exasperatedly, "Oh my God with the rules!" She grinned as she turned around, took the blonde by the back of the neck and brought her in for a kiss, "Anyone ever tell you to loosen up?"

~0~0~

"Doctor?" Sophia asked, pulling her from her memory, "What?"

"Nothing, just reminds me of someone I know. Does George have a job?"

"He has a head-hunting business he runs from home. Occasionally he'll interview people here but he does most of it over the phone."

They walked into the kitchen and Cameron saw the fridge, "Wow!"

"Yeah, he loves to cook, and eat. Obviously. Four course gourmet meals almost every night, sometimes for lunch too."

"Do you know if he ever uses any unpasteurized cheese or wild game?"

"I'm not sure. He gets all his groceries delivered from that market down on Alden, they probably know."

When they got to the bedroom, Cameron asked her next question, "He have any friends?"

"No. I mean, sometimes women do come by. Young, attractive, never the same one twice if you know what I mean."

Cameron raised her brows, Sounds like someone else I know… "I see."

"There can't be many women who'd want to be with a guy like him…"

~0~0~0~0~0~

She couldn't resist it when House asked her what she found out, "That you and George have the same taste in home furnishings and women." And I guess my baby could be added to the list prior to me.

"Danish modern and Russian gymnasts?" He asked.

Cameron gave him friendly glare, "Pianos and prostitutes. We should do an LP and look for nuerosyphilis."

By the time that they were told to either start treatment or build a stronger MRI machine Cameron had already made up her mind… He was going to get that MRI.

"There's no way." Foreman said.

"His head's the only part that we have to get in the machine. We can just get him on the table." Cameron insisted.

"We get him on the table, we break the table. We break the table, hospital's out of a million dollars and we're out of our jobs."

"The weight limit's obviously just an estimation. It's not like it can hold 450 pounds fine and then collapse under 451."

Chase gave her a look, "He's not 1 pound over, he's 150 pounds over…"

"I don't care; he still deserves the same standard of care as anyone else."

"And you believe the machine will stand on principle?" Foreman cocked his brow.

If Remy were here, she would try to help me… She thought solemnly. She knew that logically this was a bad idea, and she didn't know why she was so attached to this poor man in a coma… she just knew that she was and that she wanted him to be alright… Alright, she did know why… He reminded her of Remy when they first started talking… Remy was just barely hanging onto life before she decided that she wanted Allison… that almost made her grin, but she didn't.

Instead, she started pushing him on the table, "You guys going to help or not?"

~0~0~0~0~0~

Cameron had been trying to get George to stay in his chair, but he just wouldn't… So… there she went, with him through the giant wall of glass. She grabbed her phone and ducked into the locker room.

"Whatever happens is gonna happen…ultimately it's all out of our control anyways…" She text those words that George has said to her.

"What the hell?... Baby are you becoming a philosopher on me?" was the response.

Cameron laughed then took a picture of herself with a pouty face, focusing on her elbow, "I got a boo boo." She sent.

Immediately there was a call back. She laughed to herself as she answered, "What the hell happened?"

"I uh… kind of crashed through a wall with our patient…"

"Oh really… How the hell'd that happen?"

"He was dizzy…"

"That wasn't one of the symptoms you told me…" Remy said sternly, "Babe…"

Allison could hear the scolding in her voice, "Alright! I gave him 3 grams of phenytoin…"

"You what?"

"I didn't think he should be discharged…!"

"Al… Honey… I know that you see me and House in him, but you can't just go around shooting people up to make them feel dizzy…"

"How did you kn…?" She didn't finish her sentence.

"Darlin' we've been together almost nine years… I know how your mind works, just like you know how mine works…" Allison could hear her grin and concern, "You sure you're okay?"

"Yes, I just need to go back to work…"

"You're gonna figure out what's wrong with him…"

"I know." Allison sighed, "Love you."

"I love you too baby. Hey! I'll pick you up? We'll go to dinner?"

"Yeah that sounds nice. We haven't been out in a while…"

"And there's no time better than when one of us gets a boo boo…"

~0~0~0~0~0~

Cameron walked into House's office after starting George's treatment. She held her jacket and her hurt elbow tenderly, "You were right."

"So was he."

Cameron walked into the room more, "He said, c'est la vie." She started playing with the oversized tennis ball.

House looked up at her, "He's a complicated man."

Cameron paused a moment before deciding on what to say next, "What about you? What are you going to do about your problem?"

"Nothing. I just got a call from my lawyer, he gave the DA copies of my prescriptions. As soon as they confirm that it's bona fide, they're going to drop the possession, DUI and resisting arrest. As soon as I pay my 85 dollars speeding ticket and impound fine, I get my bike back."

Cameron shrugged, "I guess that's good."

House stared at her a moment, "You guess?...I thought we were friends now."

"No, it's good." She started, "You get to keep going like you always have." She stopped spinning the ball on the table and started walking away.

House waited for her to get halfway across the room, "Alright, I give up, who was it? Who in your family had the weight problem?"

"You think I can only care about a patient if I know someone else who's been through the same thing?"

House chuckled, "Of course not! You have that fake husband who died of cancer and that real lover that died of Huntington's… you care deeply about both diseases though… and you care for everybody… You only lie and stand up to Cuddy for a few."

"You lie for everybody and only care about a few." She retorted, "You would have liked her… My girlfriend… She was everything you are minus the limp… until I got to her that is." She grinned.

House smirked at her then said, "You're avoiding the question."

"I like damaged people, remember? Explains everything I do." She pursed her lips.

"Almost everything." They shared a grin, "Wasn't you, was it?"

"Does it matter?"

"Nope, but it'd be interesting…"

"Sorry to disappoint you, sometimes the answers just aren't that simple." She started for the door.

"You're not waiting on me?" House asked as he started gathering his things.

"No." She called behind her.

"She's coming here again, isn't she!" House looked like the cat about to eat the canary.

"Of course." Cameron turned around with a smirk before heading quickly to the stairwell.