Teamwork

It had been about a month since the Dibala incident. A month and all hell had broken loose. They found out that Chase actually killed him and no one really knew what to do… Allison hadn't even wanted to work on the case to begin with, but everyone had been so insistent. Cuddy forced her, Remy told her it would be good for her and House… was House…

Remy knew that Allison had been secretly wanting to leave ever since she got fired, and now… felt like the right time to bring it up. She got out of bed and went to the kitchen, "We're gonna be late…" Allison said as she poured herself some coffee.

"So, we'll be late…" Remy cocked her head to the side and looked at her, "I want to talk to you about something…"

"Okay." Allison knit her brows.

"You remember my friend Jamie?"

"From college number one? Yeah…"

"She's a part of this private practice in New York… She said that if we were ever in the mood for a change of scenery…"

Allison set her mug down and leaned into the counter, "Are you in the mood for a change of scenery?"

"I think you are… I know I am, but I think you're more ready than me…"

"You wanna leave Princeton?"

"I want a lot of things… and I want them while I'm still competent enough to handle them…" She said as she wrapped her arms around Allison and started swaying with her.

"What do you want?" Allison asked with a smile on her face, "I want to get married… I want to get you pregnant or get on an adoption list… I want to not be a part of this anymore…" She shook her head, "I don't like it… there's just too much." She shrugged.

"You want to start our family…" Allison had tears in her eyes and smiled.

"I want to start our family." Remy nodded.

"Well…. How can I say 'no' to the only thing I've wanted since we got back together?"

"I don't think you can say 'no' to it…" Remy grinned.

"Well… Shall we go to the hospital and let everyone know?"

Remy nodded. After a quiet breakfast, they got together and grabbed a couple duffle bags to get all of their things out of their lockers and Allison's office. Once they got to the hospital they packed up then made their way to diagnostics where they found Cuddy, House, Foreman and Chase.

"House is back in charge. We get to treat a porn star." Foreman said as he looked up to see Cameron and then Thirteen.

"Congratulations." Thirteen said sarcastically.

"Perfect timing for us." Cameron added, then after a look to her fiancée, she looked to everyone else, "We're leaving the team and the hospital, effective immediately."

House stared at his friend, a flare of anger came through him, but he knew that Cameron knew he'd have needed to be told in front of people rather than alone. He took a breath, "That's kind of sudden. Unless you've been circulating your resumes for a while…?"

"We're just starting to think about new jobs, where we want to live." Thirteen said.

"Moving too. Interesting."

They nodded, "Remy has a friend in New York… we're thinking there assuming everything works out."

Cuddy walked over to them, "Are you sure about this?"

The both nodded, "Yes." Thirteen said seriously.

Foreman knit his brows, "Uh... We'll miss you…"

"We'll miss all of you too. We'll finish clearing out our things." She smiled and Thirteen pulled her from the main office and they walked down the hall.

"That was easier than I was expecting" Remy looked at her as she grabbed one of the duffels.

Allison nodded, "Yeah." She smiled, "I'm worried though."

"House will come see us when he's ready…" Thirteen said as she took the blonde's cheek in her hand and brought her in for a kiss. "Okay?"

"Okay." The blonde nodded and they made their way out to their car.

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After a phone call to Jamie asking if the offer still stood and a, "Hell fuckin' yes!" as an answer, Remy and Allison decided to waste no time. They began packing immediately… just a little everyday over the course of the week.

House came on a Wednesday. Remy was working out and Allison was packing up vases and breakable items, meaning a lot of Remy's turtles and a lot of her Wizard of Oz figurines. He didn't bother knocking as he came in.

"What's the best way to restore the liver in someone with sclerosing cholangitis?"

Thirteen looked at him from the ball she was exercising her core with, "Not getting drawn into this."

"You already are." House smirked down at her.

"Because you broke into our home?" Cameron looked at him.

House didn't look to Cameron yet, only focused on Thirteen, "You're doing core training. Which improves balance, which staves off the most debilitating symptoms of Huntington's. You've ended your self-destructive streak. Want to do something significant, something that'll last longer than the few years you have left. My team is your first-best choice."

"And my first choice is the private practice we've decided to join in New York." She continued her butt lifts.

"Absolutely, you should do that. Reasonable amount of hours a week. Every doctor should 'cause every doctor can. But you don't want to be every doctor. Plus, on my team, you get to screw with people. Every way but literally… sometimes even literally…"

"Why are you doing it this way? You're pretending to assume we're all coming back without actually asking us. Why?"

"See, this is why you'd be miserable wiping noses in a clinic."

"You can't ask because you can't face the rejection. Why not? What's going on?"

"Are you asking me to ask you?"

"I'm saying you shouldn't, for your sake as well as ours."

"Why do you think it's better I don't ask?"

"The reasons I already said." She looked at him.

"I think that those aren't really reasons. I think that you want to come back… the both of you."

"Oh for Christ's sake!" Allison came into the living room, "The both of us are extremely happy that you're back in business, we really are, but we aren't. We've been broken repeatedly ever since we started working there, and we're tired! We don't want to be a part of it anymore! We don't need to be a part of this stupid game!" She stopped talking and held her hands at her hips. She looked down as they both looked at her like they might soil the carpet, "We love you, House… but being there is toxic for us…" She looked at him with had eyes and gave a pathetic shrug.

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Cameron marched into House's office and stood there a moment as he stayed in his seat, "I love you, and I will always be a phone call away… But Remy and I cannot stay here… When I started working for you, I was an idiot. Tried to be like you, tried to understand you because I thought I could heal you… I thought I could help you. You almost killed that patient today."

"If almost not saving his life means–"

"You knew the diagnosis a long time ago. I know you did. You risked another patient's life to bait your old team."

"Another one?" House didn't look at her.

Allison came closer and leaned over the desk, "You did kill Dibala. By playing God and teaching us to do the same."

"I taught you to think for yourselves."

"You don't even think of them as people. They're just lab rats for your little puzzles." She insisted.

"As you celebrate their humanity, I'd rather solve those little puzzles and save their lives."

She sighed, "Motives do matter, House. Lives can't come second."

"The patient is alive. That's what matters."

She shook her head, "Not to you. All you care about is that Taub fell for your game. You'll poison him just like you poisoned Chase."

House looked at her questioningly, "Chase, a guy you don't even hardly like, killed a patient and you're breaking up with me""

"You ruined him. So he can't even see right from wrong. Can't even see the sanctity of a human life anymore." She shook her head, "This isn't just about that. It's about everything that's happened in my six years and her three years…. We can't live like this. It's toxic, being here. Being around all of this. I'm not saying there aren't good moments, but those moments are fleeting… We want a family, House… we want kids."

"Cuddy is—"

"Cuddy has no other option." She paused, "We do. We need this. We need to do the 'little box' thing for the little bit that she has left…." She was openly crying now, "Because she only has a little bit left." She took in a deep breath and pulled herself together as he stared at his best friend. He stood up as she walked to the door. She turned around and decided to try something she hadn't done in five and a half years.

She stuck her hand out for him to shake. He rejected her… for the second time. He looked off to the side and did nothing. She blinked back the tears that she knew were threatening to come back and dropped her hand.

She took in another ragged breath, and spoke the words she spoke so long ago, "There are only two ways that I can deal with things. One is in my control. That's to leave. Goodbye, House." She stepped forward and kissed his cheek. She turned around to see Remy standing in the doorway.

She came forward and kissed his other cheek, "Goodbye, House…" She said and they laced their fingers and walked out, not turning back.