Adverse Events

AN: Okay, this one is written a bit differently. The italicized portions are thoughts, as they always are in my stories, but they're written in third person and they're much longer than most of the characters' thoughts… so… they are in Remy's head, but like I said third person… Anyways:

Thirteen and Taub were in Brandon's room telling him that he was going to go on dialysis.

"Dialysis." Brandon looked at them in question, "You use that for kidney failure, right?"

Thirteen smiled a closed mouth smile at him, "Don't worry. Your kidneys are fine."

"He's not worried about his kidneys. He's worried about how he's going to explain the dialysis to his girlfriend." Taub looked over at Thirteen with knowing agitation, it seemed like it was more with himself though.

"I just don't want her to worry." Brandon looked down.

Thirteen was exhausted and skeptical. She and Allison had decided to un-pause their fight two nights before and Thirteen was not getting very much sleep, "You mean you don't want her to leave you?"

"Tell me what's really going on inside your head." Allison said… commanded actually. Her arms were crossed and she was staring down at Remy with a glower.

"Nothing." Remy insisted as she took another swig of tequila straight from the bottle she bought.

"Something."

"NOTHING!"

"SOMETHING!" Allison grabbed the bottle and went to the sink, "You want to act like you're five, fine. No more drinking for you."

"I'm just gonna buy more…" Remy swallowed and looked over to her with a fixed glare.

"Oh good. We've gone from five to fifteen." Allison clapped in faux excitement. Then she walked back over to Remy as sat on the coffee table across from the couch she was on, "Where did you go?"

"I'm right here."

"No you're not." Allison stood up and started to walk to their bedroom, but Remy stopped her.

"Yes… I am." She linked their fingers and they walked to bed together.

"What's wrong with that?" Brandon asked, shaking Remy from her memory, "I love her. It's not like I've lied to her about anything important. I am an artist. I've sold plenty of paintings in the past. It's just… I've hit a bit of a dry spell lately, is all."

"So tell her that."

Allison was staring at Remy's back, and Remy could feel her eyes but did nothing about it.

"Are you ever going to tell me?"

"Nothing is wrong with me to tell."

"Rem…" Allison was lost.

"Al…" Remy was frustrated. There was something to tell… but she couldn't tell her.

"He can't. He wants her to be happy too. He's telling her what she wants to hear." Taub said as he and Remy walked out of his room.

Thirteen stared at him a moment and thought about their previous DD in which House told them all about a bank account Taub's wife had, "You didn't know?"

"No." He said seriously.

"What are you gonna do?"

"She's not sleeping around. She's not gambling it away. She hasn't even spent any of it. So I don't see a reason to do anything."

"You don't think a conversation might—"

"How many people do you know in completely happy and fulfilled relationships?" Taub asked seriously.

"Are we ever going to be happy again?" Allison was choked up at this point in the night. She knew Remy was up, just like Remy knew she was crying.

"Doubt it." Remy said as Allison sniffled.

She finally spoke after a minute or so, "None."

"None?" He asked her surprised.

Thirteen only shrugged. She wasn't going to tell him about her and Allison no matter what, so he decided to move on.

"I am. Most people cling to some storybook notion of what a relationship is. You can't have an imperfect thought. You can't have a private zone. You can't—"

"Steal money and hide it away in a secret account?"

Taub sighed in frustration, "She makes me happy. I make her happy. It works. Because we don't do storybook. And I don't plan to poke into her business."

~0~0~0~0~0~

Thirteen sighed as she walked into Brandon's room to give him an update, "We've gradually reduced your dosage. You're actually drug-free now."

"I feel great. Thanks to you."

"I thought I said no more drinking!" Allison yanked the bottle from Remy's mouth after she came home from the ER the next night.

"Oh please." Remy rolled her eyes.

"No. I am not going to put up with this." She threw the bottle in the sink creating an obnoxiously loud sound. She breathed in and out twice in the silence before crying out almost as loud as the bottle hitting the sink, "I hate this!"

"You don't have to stay." Remy said quietly… passively.

Allison looked at her from the kitchen, "I don't have to stay?" She laughed sadly, "I don't have to stay… She tells me I don't have to stay." She shook her head, "Of course I have to stay!" She cried as she walked over to her, "Because unfortunately for you, I am head over heels, completely, utterly, irrevocably, tenderly, forever in love with you!"

"I never asked you to be." She didn't look at her.

"But yes you did. You asked me to give you a chance to prove to me that you could be committed and to prove to me that you could love me. You asked for it." She huffed, "And now I am, thanks to you… the real you. Not this bitch you've been sporting around for the last two and a half months."

Thirteen shook from her thoughts, knowing she needed to respond to Brandon, "All part of the job. Your blood pressure's normal. Can you sit up?"

He did with this weird look in his eyes. But she ignored it and began checking his breath sounds. As she leaned over just a bit, she felt him attach his mouth to her neck and tried to get to her lips. "Hey!" She tried to push away, but his arms wrapped around her tightly and before she knew it she was on top of him, "What are you doing?" She grunted as she struggled against him. Once she got her knee on the mattress and was able to push up a bit, she punched him in the face as hard as possible.

He started screaming and she scrambled from the bed. She had just started straightening her lab coat when Foreman and a couple nurses came in.

"What happened to his face?" He looked at Thirteen in shock.

"Question is what happened to his hormones? We're gonna need an ice pack in here." She called to the nurse's station as she stalked out of the room and darted down the hall.

~0~0~0~0~0~

One hot shower to burn that pig's touch off her body, a pair of sea foam green scrubs, and a quick lunch later, Remy ran to the ER. When she didn't see her lover working, she went to her office to wait for her, but found that she was already there.

She knew that the last time they communicated it didn't end well… but she needed her. Allison stood up to tell her off, but froze when Remy cautiously walked over to her and dropped to her knees in front of her and her pink scrubs. She stiffened when she felt Remy's lips on the edge of her scrub shirt, then when Remy's lips found their way under her shirt and against her skin, she sighed in frustration… and she wasn't sure if she was frustrated for liking it or for letting Remy walk all over her.

"Our patient just tried to fuck me." She kissed the blonde's midriff.

"So… you decided to come down here because your… what, you're horny because your patient is?"

"No, nothing like that… It was icky and gross… I came down here because I wanted to see you. Because you make me not icky and gross… because you're my girlfriend and I love you and I needed to vent…" She looked up at the blonde and held tight to her middle. "This was the first place I thought to run to because you were here…"

Allison stared down at her then closed her eyes and tilted her head back as if she were praying. "Rem…"

"What?" Remy knit her brows and stood up, still trying to stay close to her girlfriend since they hadn't exactly been close lately.

"Rem, I understand that you want to come here when things go bad, but I can't… You can't run here every time something like that happens… You just can't. You have a job and I have a job and between those two jobs… there's no time for that kind of thing."

Remy knit her brows and pulled away from the blonde. She stared at Allison a moment longer then shook her head and turned to flee.

"Remy come on… Stay now that you're—"

Remy raised her hand to cut the blonde off, "No. You're right… It's what you did to me, but I was only a student then, not the head of the ER. My bad." Then she ran away and back to the office.