A/N: Oh my gosh, you guys, I'm like the worst writer ever and I'm sorry for torturing you guys. It's been forever since I got to write and I feel absolutely terrible. School's been incredibly busy, not to mention that I have swim practice on weekdays til 6 and on weekends. I get out earlier then, but those are the days I'm most tired and I just end up sleeping. So before I wind up with a long speech giving my apologies, I'll just give you the story. Sorry for everyone who's been waiting.

By the way, gonna mention one of my new favorite shows,The Walking Dead, later on in the story. There's only a couple of spoilers, but if you don't want to know it, just skip it. Nothing too serious though. And I know that the third season hasn't come out on DVD yet (unfortunately so), but let's just pretend here.

And a quick disclaimer since copyrights and all. I don't own House, not Thirteen nor Allison, and I don't own Walking Dead. Thank God I don't own Walking Dead. The zombies would scare me to death.

"Thanks Allison," Remy smiled, walking in. God, she's too gorgeous. If it weren't for her Huntington's gene, she would be genetically perfect in every way. Wait- alternate universe. So I'm the one with the disease…I guess, on the up side, she's healthy. Down side, I'm not. Damn…

The brunette stopped suddenly, leaving Allison puzzled. They both stood there in a moment of silence, but when Allison opened her mouth to say something, Hadley started talking. "You know, you didn't have to fix everything for my arrival." She started laughing and Allison wasn't sure whether to laugh along or feel embarrassed. Since she could feel her face becoming hot, she realized that utter stupidity was the emotion she was feeling.

"It's that obvious?" the blonde mumbled.

Remy turned around, smiling widely with a goofy expression that only she could pull off. "Not really. But you just took a shower so I took a wild guess."

Cameron, smirking, shut the door with her foot and guided the brunette down the hall. "So you're an expert on telling whether someone's taken a shower or not?"

"Not really," the younger girl answer, happy to not be alone on her Friday night. "But when I walked past, you were practically radiating heat so I figured either you had a fever or took a shower….and the see through shirt gave it away."

Allison looked down to see that her shirt still hadn't dried off. Her face heated up again. "Sorry," she whispered with shame, her voice barely audible.

Remy just laughed. "Don't worry about it. I'm just screwing with you."

Allison forced a laugh to go along with Remy, but she still felt a bit uncomfortable. After all the time they've been together, all the things they've done, Remy doesn't remember a thing of it. And she's with Chase? Fate just had to be a bitch to her, didn't it? "All the DVD's are on the coffee table, you can't miss them," the blonde said, trying to not choke up on held back tears. "While you pick something out, I'll go get some popcorn and snacks and all that jazz."

Hadley simply nodded and began sorting through a large pile of discs. Comedies, action movies, horror movies, there were so many options. "You find something?" Allison asked, heading towards her with a bowl of popcorn in her arm, a bag of potato chips in one hand, and two root beers in the other.

"Not yet," Remy replied, getting up to help Allison out. She grabbed the chips and soda and smirked, "Sweet! Root beer's my favorite. How'd you know?"

Allison shrugged even though she knew the answer. The brunette just chuckled, "It's the closest thing-"

"You can get to beer without drinking actual beer," Cameron finished. Remy's eyes widened and she grinned. "Exactly! How'd you do that?"

"Do what?" the blonde asked, acting oblivious.

"Finish my sentence. Are you secretly a mind reader?" Remy responded with a raised eyebrow.

"Well, if I told you now, that would spoil the secret, wouldn't it?" Cameron said, placing the bowl of popcorn on the part of the table not covered in DVD's. "What do you feel like watching?"

"I don't know. Chase usually decides…." Remy mumbled, her smile fading quickly.

Allison scrunched her face for a moment. It looked stupid, but it helped her think. Maybe if House wouldn't have mocked her for it, she could've come up with some diagnoses quicker. "What kind of movies do you like?"

"I don't know. Anything really."

"Thanks. You're giving me a lot to go on."

"Sorry."

Allison pinched herself for the sarcasm and continued looking. She stopped when she saw Remy looking at a set of DVD's.

"Whatcha got there?" Cameron asked.

"Hm? Oh, it's nothing," Remy mumbled, blushing as she put the box into a separate pile of DVD's she already looked at.

"I'm not gonna judge you. I can guarantee I won't think it's stupid, you know considering that they're all mine." Another pinch for the sarcasm.

The young girl nodded and grabbed the box again. She held it up in front of her for Allison to read.

"Walking Dead?"

"It's dumb of me, I know. It's just…I…well…it looked cool." she stuttered. It was kind of weird seeing her like this. So….shy. This world really changed Remy. Or maybe the disease itself was what made her detach from everyone. But Cameron was the same…ish. Although, she didn't have to watch her mother or brother die.

"You've never watched it?" Allison asked, surprised. Remy loved anything with zombies in it, or at least that's what she thought.

Hadley shook her head, "I wanted to. I really like zombies."

Of course. That part didn't change. "Then why not watch it? It's a good show."

Remy's eyes drifted off somewhere else again, "Well…Chase doesn't like it. So I never got to watch it."

The blonde just blinked a few times. Remy, of all the people on earth, cares about what someone else would think about her watching a show she wants to watch? The thought of it made Allison want to punch Chase. He's got her wrapped around his finger and she won't realize it. "Why not watch it now?" Allison asked.

"But it's movie night, not 'Let's Watch Zombies' night."

"I don't think the other movies will get mad at us if we don't watch them," Cameron winked. She grabbed the first DVD out of the case and turned the TV and DVD player on. She sat down on the couch next to Remy, who already started munching on the popcorn. "Slow it down. I want to have some when we actually watch the movie."

"Sorry…."

Allison laughed, "Don't worry about it. I'm just screwing with you." Remy smiled back. "I didn't think about it before, but I only have this one season and it's the third. You still want to watch it?"

"You can fill me in," Remy replied, reaching for another piece of popcorn. Allison just nodded.

"Alright, where do I start? To break it all down, there's an infection that turns people to zombies when they die. The infection's in the air so everyone has it and the show follows a group of people trying to survive this whole apocalypse situation. As for the characters you need to know, there's Rick, the kind of team leader, Lori, his wife, and their son, Carl. Rick's cool and Lori's kind of stupid, but that's a different story. Glenn is the Asian guy and the hot brunette is Maggie. Then- you know, I'll just tell you as we go along. I think you'll be able to figure it out pretty quickly."

Remy nodded and Allison let the show play. Remy insisted on watching the middle of the series, no matter how many times Allison protested. They managed to get through a few episodes before the blonde decided to bring up a conversation of something else rather than "Grossed out yet?" "Yup. Don't care." or "You feelin' alright?" "Nope and I love it."

"So, why did you never watch this show if you like zombies so much? This is like the zombie show?" Cameron asked.

Remy just shrugged and ate another piece of popcorn, "Like I said, Chase didn't like it so I didn't watch it."

"But why not? You don't have to limit yourself because of him."

"I don't know…it's just…that's how it's always been. I think it's working out fine."

"Fine for you or fine for him?"

Remy looked at Allison and the blonde couldn't tell whether she was looking at a look of shock or hurt. "Fine for the both of us? C'mon let's watch the show."

Allison took a moment to think, but decided to leave the topic alone. At least for now.

"Oh my God, gross!" Remy said, almost spitting out her root beer and knocking the near empty bowl of popcorn. "I can handle zombies getting stabbed in the face, but I can't handle the Governor getting stabbed in the eye. Just freakin gross. And his walker daughter! What the hell is that? Why would you not kill your daughter if you know she's just going to turn into a zombie and not know anything about being human?! And when he was brushing her hair earlier, Jesus, I wanted to puke! I can't do this anymore. I need a break!"

Allison smirked, "I gotta hand it to you. I'm surprised you made it this far. Most people I know would wimp out by the end of the first episode."

Remy still looked disgusted, "It…it was a knife…to the eye…"

"Don't feel bad, it grossed me out the first time too. I looked just like you."

"Can we do something else?" Remy asked again, blinking a few times to avoid crying a bit. "Please?"

"Sure, why not?" Allison said, she grabbed her phone off the table to check the time. "Wow. Almost midnight."

"Really? Robert's gonna kill me," Remy sighed. She stretched out her legs and stood up. "I had a good time. Thanks…for everything." She tried to hold it back, but the brunette yawned.

"Stay here tonight, it won't hurt," Allison offered, knowing that this will be a big mistake. "I don't want you falling asleep at the wheel.

"No it's fine. I can probably make it home. Besides, Robert's probably wondering where I am."

"Robert can have the house to himself tonight. Don't worry so much over him, it's not worth it. Just send him a text and tell him you're here. We can pull an all nighter…or you know, at least maybe try."

"Aw man…I haven't pulled an all nighter since I've started dating Ro-"

"Don't say it."

"Sorry. Sounds like we'll have fun. I accept your offer," the young girl smiled, grabbing her phone out of her pocket.

wont b home 2night bby. over allisons house. love ya. 3