"Hey."

I turned my view from the window to her. She was smiling down at me and I nearly fell over when I remembered that I was still hanging upside down.

"Hey yourself," I replied, trying to be as nonchalant as possible, despite feeling quite stupid for almost making a complete fool of myself for no reason. "Slept well?"

"Yeah, pretty well. How about you? You look like you've been up a while." She sat down next to me and let out a relaxed sigh. It was slightly reassuring to know that she felt better, but I started feeling a bit exhausted now that she mentioned it.

"Pretty good. Thanks."

We sat there for a moment in a comfortable silence before she spoke up again, "So I found it pretty hard to get up this morning. That cake last night was amazing. I'm gonna have a food hangover for like the next three days."

I chuckled and uttered quick thanks as I stood up, "Well, you're up now. Coffee? Tea? I figured I'd wait for you to get up so we can eat breakfast together."

"Sorry, I'm not really a morning person. You really didn't have to wait for me," she murmured as her cheeks flushed.

I mentally slapped myself for saying that and quickly answered, "It was no problem, I swear. I wasn't really hungry anyways so it wasn't a bother. What do you want? Coffee? Tea? I have toast, muffins, eggs, anything you want."

"I'm not picky so I'll just have what you're having," she smiled, standing up to start following me to the kitchen.

I turned around and sat her back down on the couch, "Oh no no no no. Don't worry about it, I got this."

"You sure?"

"Definitely, just sit down and look pretty."

"Please…at ten in the morning? Pretty isn't an option for me, let alone at ten in the morning," she chuckled.

I grabbed two mugs and placed them on counter, settling for coffee and muffins for each of us, "You look fine. Way better than most."

"Well sign me up for that modeling job then," she laughed, dramatically flipping her hair, and laid herself down on the couch.

"You could probably be a model if you wanted to," I said, trying to think of a conversation whilst waiting for the coffee to be ready.

"Maybe…I got offered once."

"Really?" Now here's a story I haven't heard before. I wonder if this is my Remy too or Chase's.

"Yeah, it was a while ago. I wish it was some elaborate story with sparkles and confetti and all that, but it was just a woman in a really fancy suit that saw me checking out a dress at the mall and thought I'd be a good model if I wasn't one already. I got her card and everything and I was gonna take up the offer, but I chickened out. I should've at least looked into it though. I was a sophomore or something in college so I could've used that money."

"No shit…" I trailed off. I never really thought of Remy in a magazine. I always considered her extremely beautiful, sometimes almost too beautiful to be just another doctor, but I never actually considered her model material. I looked at her, like really looked at her, and I found I could see what the woman saw in her.

How the hell did I ever manage to snag that?

"Oh yeah," she laughed. "Just imagine me on the cover of Vogue friggen magazine."

I laughed too, but was interrupted by the loud sound of something shattering. I felt a sharp pain in my foot and when I looked down I found one coffee mug rolling off my foot and another mug shattered in pieces just a few inches away.

What just happened?

"Allison," Remy said in alert, quickly getting up and coming over. "What happened?"

"I – I don't know…" I took a step to start picking up the pieces and I realized I would have a nasty bruise on my foot soon enough.

"What was this mug made out of? Glass?" She laughed nervously as she helped me pick up the rest of the pieces. I felt bad knowing that she was trying to lighten to the mood of a weird situation, "It shattered into like a billion pieces."

I thanked her for helping me and set the unbroken mug back on the counter. What happened? Surely, I didn't knock it over. But there was no one else who could've done it. But why would I do that? I wouldn't willingly give myself a bruise on my foot, especially considering all the walking I have to do following House around. Unless…

"Are you looking into any treatments or trials?"

I looked up to find Remy standing inches away from me. Here's the funny thing about me. I'm very compassionate, but contrary to popular belief, I'm also a very, very good liar. However, once you pass the boundaries of personal space, I lose all of my abilities to lie. It's pathetic really, "No." I mean, it's not like I really ever need a reason to.

She looked disappointed in me, like the look a mother gives to her child upon finding markers in their hand and a new mural on the wall.

"It's not Huntington's. I'm just tired."

"You're not a good liar, you know."

"I'm not lying." Why does she have to be standing so close? God, I'd be at least a little believable if she backed up a bit.

"You don't have to be ashamed of it," she continued, leaning on the counter and tracing her fingers over the rim of the coffee mug. "You didn't choose to have it. It's not your fault. But whether you like it or not, you need to deal with your disease."

"Please stop," I mumbled. It was so quiet, that I doubt she would have heard me were she not standing where she was.

"No!" she shouted, her hand slapping the counter next to the mug. "Allison, you can't keep up with this. This is a real problem you have. Do you not fathom the seriousness of it? Do you not get that death means no more you? This isn't something you can just bounce back from. It is going to kill you and it's going to kill you a lot sooner than you want if you don't at least try. Just try goddammit!" She turned around and pushed her hair out of her face. "I'm so sorry," she said almost as soon as she finished yelling. "I shouldn't have said anything. It's not my business."

"No, you're right. I should be the one saying sorry," I replied, placing a hand on her shoulder as I passed her. Once I have a bit more distance…

"I've found a few trials that are going on. There's one nearby that I was looking into. My friend has been helping out in the trial and she said she can get me in. I'll look into it," I smiled, giving my most sincere fake smile. I've got my space now and that's all I need to get out of this situation. It's not entirely a lie though. I did have a friend who works on a Huntington's trial. Although, she's in California and I haven't seen her in three years. The only reason I know about her work is from a medical journal I found once while organizing House's office.

She looked relieved and I almost felt bad for lying to her face. Almost.

"So…breakfast?" I proposed. "How about a diner? The one down the street has the best coffee around. We can walk; hopefully burn some calories of that cake. My treat."

"You don't have to pay for me—"

"I insist."

She took a second to consider, "Diner it is. Can't turn down free breakfast and good coffee. I just wish I had my car. I have an overnight bag in the trunk in case I have to work through the night. I always feel disgusting if my clothes stay on for more than a day."

"You didn't drive here?" I asked, genuinely surprised. There's no way she could've walked. If she had, I would've noticed when I answered the door.

"No, Robert drove me." Of course he did.

"If it'll make you feel better, I think I can spare some of my precious clothes. Same size right?"

She chuckled lightheartedly, "I'd feel much better. Thank you."

"Well, the guest bathroom is all yours. There's a small closet next to the shower so just grab a towel from there. I'll go fetch some clothes for you."

"Thank you," she smiled, cheeks flushing as she turned away.

"Precious words those are. Don't wear them out," I joked.

She turned back around with a smirk set upon her lips, "Thank you, thank you, thank you, and thank you some more if you didn't feel thanked before." With that, she gave a quick chuckle and left the room.

I scoffed and headed to my room to get some clothes for her and for me. I headed to my closet, pretty sure of what I wanted to wear already. If I remember correctly, it should be somewhere in the back…Just as I thought, a black tea dress hung wrinkle-free in the back behind some clothes I meant to wear, but never got around to. As for Remy, I found a loose fitting crimson tank top that I know she'd find comfortable. I wasn't totally sure about what to do about pants though. I could try jeans, but I'm not sure if we're the same size, considering she does have a couple inches on me. I sorted through my drawer and found that a simple pair of black leggings would probably be a safe bet. I grabbed both articles of clothing with me until I reached outside the bathroom door. I knocked a couple times just to let her know I was here.

What she did next threw me a bit off guard…

A/N: Wow, so apparently I had half of this chapter written that I totally forgot about. I must've had it written for like two months and never did anything about it. Stupid me I guess. Sorry about the three month gap. I've been looking for an opportunity to just sit down and write a whole chapter, but I guess I already did half of the work. What's done is done though. As an apology though, I shall spend the next couple days writing. I'll have the next chapter very soon (about halfway done it now and no, I won't forget about it this time) and hopefully, chapters after won't take too long. As always, follows, alerts, and especially reviews are appreciated. Remember, reviews and messages are the only method of communication between me and all of you guys. So if you want me to know of your opinion of the story or something you'd perhaps like to see happen, let me know. I don't bite I swear!