Here it is, the fourth chapter! There's some Camteen in here, and you'll get even more in the next chapter! Let me know what you think!

Chapter 4: Remy

"Can we go somewhere and talk?" she had asked.

Yeah, she probably wasn't going to get that relaxing evening.

"We can go back to my place." Remy replied dejectedly.

"I'm sorry, did I intrude on your plans?" Allison asked worriedly, "We can just talk tomorrow instead."

"No, no, I was just going home anyway. You're right, we should talk."

Truthfully, Remy wanted a chance to talk more with the other doctor. They hadn't really had a meaningful conversation since the day they agreed to the plan. And although she knew that the blonde doctor was straight and had no interest in her other than maybe becoming friends, she couldn't help but be attracted to Allison. She was gorgeous after all. Remy had tried to convince herself that her attraction was just a part of them going through this stressful time together, and only having each other to talk to about it, but so far it hadn't worked so will. She still felt the tiny glimmer of hope that maybe Allison would give her a chance.

They started walking towards the parking lot, first in an awkward silence. Finally, Allison broke the silence.

"Are you as stressed out as I am about this?" she asked, "I feel like there's so much being forced on me at one time, with work and studying and trying to figure out what I'm going to do before I leave. It's worse than being back in residency."

She had just summed up exactly how Remy was feeling. Overwhelmed.

"Yeah." She replied, "It is stressful."

"It's just, you seem to be handling everything so well. You haven't even let anything slip in front of House."

"It is kind of a miracle that he hasn't figured it out yet." Remy said with a laugh.

"You'd think by now he would have staked out your house or hacked into your computer!"

"Remind me to clear out everything from my computer before we leave." She laughed, "we wouldn't want House going through it when we're gone."

The lighthearted mood suddenly turned serious when Remy mentioned their impending departure.

"I can't believe we only have one month left here."

"We won't be gone forever." Remy reassured her.

"Maybe not, but we don't know how long we'll be gone for. I've been debating whether to sell my stuff or not, whether to keep my apartment or not, what to tell my family, if anything…"

"I've been wondering the same things."

They had arrived at their cars, and were now just standing there.

"Do you want to come back to my place? I can make us something to eat and we can watch a movie or something." Remy asked suddenly.

"I'd like that." Allison replied with a smile.

Remy could not help but smile, she had somehow managed to get a beautiful woman to come to her house for dinner. And even if she wasn't interested in being anything more than friends, maybe a friend was exactly what Remy needed right now. After all, they were about to leave everyone and everything they knew, and they were only going to have each other.

After being lost in her thoughts for most of the drive home, she noticed that she was turning onto her street. Pulling into her parking space, she noticed Cameron's car pass her to find a parking spot. She decided to go in first and clean up whatever she could. When she opened the door, she realized the house was a lot messier than she had remembered leaving it. As quickly as she could, Remy began going around the living room, straightening the pillows of the couch, throwing trash into the garbage can, and stuffing clutter into the closet. No doubt Allison had a perfectly clean and organized house fit for a magazine. She was not going to let her coworker be disappointed when she arrived.

Just as Remy was looking around, thinking that her home now resembled one of a sane person, there was a soft knock at the door.

"Can I come in?" Allison asked softly.

"Yeah, yeah, of course." She replied, ushering the blonde woman inside. "Can I get you something to drink?"

"I'd love a glass of water, thank you."

As Remy was filling two glasses of water, she wondered what she should do. Make them something to eat? Turn on the tv?

"Are you hungry?" she asked as she handed Cameron her water. "I know I am."

"Yeah, do you need any help making dinner?"

"No, I got it. You can turn on the tv though if you like."

"I'll join you in the kitchen." Allison said, "I was hoping we could talk."

"Oh, yeah, that's fine too."

Luckily, she had cooked the night before and there were a lot of leftovers. I'll just heat up those. Remy thought to herself.

Remy busied herself in the kitchen while Allison sat at the counter and watched. For a few moments, it was silent.

"Do you want kids?" Allison asked suddenly.


"Sorry, I know that's a really personal question, and you don't have to answer it or anything, but I was just thinking about it because of this whole 'going to live on a remote island' thing, and we don't know who's coming with us, and I know that I want kids, and I was wondering if I'll actually ever get to have a baby, because I'm not getting any younger and now I've decided to do some crazy government thing and-"

"Cameron." Remy cut the other woman off mid-sentence, "Your rambling."

"I'm sorry, I tend to do that when I'm uncomfortable."

"There's no need to feel weird about asking me that. To answer your question, I do want kids, but I'm not sure if that's really an option for me. Unless I found someone who was both okay with the fact that I'm dying and willing to take care of my child after I'm gone. It's not fair to leave a child without someone to take care of it."

"I'm sorry." Allison said quietly.

"No need to be sorry." Remy replied, "this is my life now that I have my diagnosis. I might as well make the best out of it."

"Since when are you 'glass half-full'?"

"I'm not as dark and twisted as everyone seems to think I am." She replied with a laugh, "come on, our food is ready, let's eat."