AN: What's this? Updated before an exact week? I feel like a champion! Here is the last installment of Secrets…I have had a couple more stories brewing in the back of my mind. I hope you all enjoy this one and the next two..actually three..coming your way!

Cameron went to Foreman's first. She walked up to his door and beat on it…not a knock, but a balled fisted beating of his door. She stepped away, licked her lips as she inhaled and let her breath out quickly. She put her hands on her hips as she waited.

As soon as Foreman opened the door, she gave him one of the iciest stares she had ever given anyone.

Her nostrils flared as she spoke, "Listen. I know that this is hard for you, and I know that you still care for her, but you and Chase have no right messing with our relationship just because we are both your exes. So, I have two things to say. First, grow the fuck up!" She took a breath. She got in his face as she told him what she was going to say, "And second, back off or I will go to great lengths to make your life miserable."

With that, she didn't give him a chance to comment or (highly unlikely, but possibly) apologize. She just turned and walked away. Foreman stood there, both impressed and intimidated by Cameron of all people.

The next place Cameron went to was her ex's. She did much the same thing when she approached his door. She beat it, and waited with her hands on her hips.

Except, when Chase answered the door, she slapped his face so hard and so fast, there was an immediate handprint on his cheek, "What did you say to her?" She asked heatedly.

Chase was still groaning from the impact, "What? What are you talking about Allison?"

"I am not 'Allison' to you." Her voice was low and seething. She breathed in and out quickly, "What did you say to her?"

"To who?" He asked playing dumb.

"To who? Are you fucking kidding me, Chase? To Remy! What did you say to Remy?"

He stared at her for a moment, not sure how to handle this…he'd never seen her this mad…not even during the Dibala incident, or the divorce..or..anywhere. She stepped in and raised her hand once more and he coward away, "I just told her that if I were in her shoes, I would think about the position I put you in…that's all Allison." He stood straight and tried to take her hand, "I am just trying to look out for you."

Allison didn't let him touch her, "No you're not! You are looking out for you. Don't you stand there and act all high and mighty and innocent. You need to take your own advice and think about the position you put me in…and if you really think you helped, you are so far off base that they shouldn't put you in jail, they should put you in an institution!" She took a breath, "I am not anything to you anymore. I am just your co-worker. So stay out of my personal life and grow up and handle yourself better." She turned and walked away.

Now, she was off to Remy's place.

Again, she approached the door. She beat on it, and put her hands on her hips as she waited…


She beat it again.


One more time. "Remy?" She called into the house, "Rem, open the door!"

"No." Came a small reply.

Allison shook her head and lightly patted on the door again, "Baby, open the door."

"Hmm mm." Again came her negative small reply.

"Sweetie if you don't open the door, I will." Allison said like a mother trying to get into her daughter's room.

"No you won't. It's locked." Remy said from the inside.

Allison looked at the door like she was looking at the brunette herself. Her brows were raised and she took a step back in an, 'Oh really?' kind of manner. She rolled her eyes and went over to the fire extinguisher outside Remy's door. She felt under the wooden shelf that held the extinguisher for duct tape. Once she got a hold of it, she yanked and then tore the key from the tape. She went back to the door and unlocked it.

Remy heard the distinct noise of a key unlocking a lock. She sat straight up on the couch she had been wallowing in and watched the lock turn and then the handle. She saw Allison barge into her place and slam the door shut.

"We need to talk about this." Allison said.

"Talk about what? About how I'll ruin your life and completely break you one day? Al….I can't do that to you...especially not after you have already gone through that once before… So let's just say we had a good run and…I don't know, we'll figure it out later…"

"No." Allison said sternly. "You are not going to tell me what I should or shouldn't do…what we should or shouldn't do… We aren't going to have had a 'good run'." The blonde sat down on the couch and faced the brunette fully, "I am going to say this once…probably more than once, but I am going to say this now." She took Remy's hand, "You and I are too good for each other to call it quits and say we had a good run…not when we are having the best, record-setting, most exciting run that has ever existed…" She tried to get closer to the brunette, "We've been dealt some bad cards and yes, we'll have to deal with your disease continually, but you having this disease does not mean you get to quit living a life. And you having this disease does not mean that you have to be all noble and shit and try to spare me. Rem, I don't want to be spared."

"Al.." Remy shook her head, trying to tell her that it was for the best.

"No! You are being such a coward! You aren't being noble at all! You have to stick this thing out. You have to let me stick it out with you! You have to! You and I both know that we don't pick who we fall in love with…we just do. I am In Love with you. I am going to be with you…" She let one tear that had been gathering in the corner of her eye fall as she shook her head slightly and shrugged, "Forever." She said, "Don't you see…you're just hurting me more and longer by doing what your doing."

Remy didn't say anything. She grabbed her blonde and kissed her, "I'm sorry." She said as she pulled away.

"I know." Allison nodded, "Now…what do you want to do?" She asked.

"Hmm…you." Remy said with a grin.

"There's my little dirty bird…" She grinned and stood up. As they were making their way to Remy's bedroom, Allison turned to her, "Rem…do me a favor…never listen to MY EX HUSBAND again…he's my EX HUSBAND! He wants to tear us apart."

"He had a good point." Remy said quietly.

"No…he didn't." Allison said as she wrapped her arms around Remy's neck, "You and my husband are two different people with two different diseases. I married him because at the time, we were all each other had… I loved him yes, but I don't think I really knew what love was until I found you. So, no. Chase made no point. Chase was just trying to protecting himself."

"So…what do you suggest we do?" Remy asked.

"Payback has two other names…Karma and Bitch. I think both apply here…" She grinned…wickedly.

"Babe…remind me never to get on your bad side…" Remy's face was one of mixed emotions…excitement to hear Allison's plans, fear because she had never seen Allison grin wickedly and actually intend to be wicked..ish, and intrigue just to see what Allison had planned.


Allison had the worst kind of torture planned for Chase..and a bit for Foreman. It was beautiful.

The next day, Allison wore a white button up with the sleeves rolled up and the sleeve thing that makes the rolled sleeves stay put buttoned on either sleeve. She also had the first three buttons unbuttoned…she would button up if she needed to go anywhere to look professional, but for the office and for the justice that Payback brought, the three buttons would remain unbuttoned. She didn't wear a bra either, of course the breast pockets covered any chance of seeing anything exciting. She wore tight grey pants and a pair of sexy..and surprisingly comfortable red heals.

Remy wore a button up as well…except, she kept herself covered. She wore a bowtie untied around her neck and a vest that matched her slacks.

Allison was making coffee, and Thirteen and House were sitting at the table—Thirteen typing away and House playing a game, when Foreman Chase and Taub walked in together the next morning.. Allison turned around and walked three mugs to the table. House's signature red mug, a black mug and a purple mug she bought for Remy so everyone would know that it's hers and it's decaf…So, Remy now had a signature purple mug. She gave the mugs to the appropriate people and kept her own, then she sat in Remy's lap.

Remy was a little surprised, but then she wasn't at the same time…either way she ecstatic that she got to hold her lady whilst at work. And as she glanced over to Chase as he was still turned away from them; she felt like a fool herself for ever taking into consideration anything he had to say…she felt like an idiot for even giving him the time of day and letting him just almost break them up. She rolled her eyes at her own foolishness, then decided to tell the world about her mistake via Elise and Amie. She turned back to her computer and began typing once more without really paying attention to anything. Allison was in her arms…that was all that mattered.

The blonde had slipped her heels off and was sitting criss cross in Remy's lap. She was reading her mail, and trying to move as little as possible seeing as Remy was typing and the brunette's arms were wrapped on either side of her body. She glanced over at the screen…she was a little curious about the girl's latest creation. She saw what Remy was doing and it made her grin and laugh silently. She leaned to the side a bit and kissed Remy's temple. She whispered to her that she knew what the brunette was doing.

Remy looked back at her and grinned then kissed Allison's cheek. Allison kissed her full on and that's when it began.

"Oh come on! I'm supposed to grow up? Look at the two of you!" Chase practically screamed.

"Wombat!" House paused his game and looked at him, "You and Foreman there almost ruined the hottest thing that has ever walked the planet. I told Cuddy that I would lend the two of you to the clinic working doubles for the next two months and that we would only call you if we really, really need you."

Chase looked like he could rip a teddy bear's head off, "You can't be serious!" He said then turned to Allison and Thirteen, "You told on us? And you're the one's telling me to grow up?"

"They didn't tell on you. I badgered them this morning until they told me why Cameron was showing off the lack of the girls." House stared at Cameron's shirt, willing for a moment for the shirt to open just one more button. "And once they said Karma, I said punishment."

"House this has to be illegal.." Chase tried.

"And that's stopped anyone in this room before?" Allison asked.

Chase glared at her, "Is this how you want it to be?"

"No. I actually thought how things were was fine, but then you had to try and fuck Remy and I over…I guess you didn't realize that we left both of you because we didn't want to be around dicks. Pun intended."

"Classy." House looked at the blonde.

"Thanks." Allison smirked.

Foreman didn't say anything, he actually left after rolling his eyes after House told them what they were going to be doing for the next two months.

Chase left after he huffed once more.

Taub sat down at the table, "So…do we have a case?" He asked.


About two weeks later, the girls decided that House should stop punishing Foreman…he seemed actually sorry. It was the first time anyone saw emotion from him..well, sincere emotion that didn't benefit his life for the better.

As Chase finished his punishment, he decided that it was time for a change of scenery and asked Cuddy if he could work in surgery again. Cuddy gladly gave him the job.

Throughout those two months though, every time they would see him, they were all over each other. Torturing him and touching each other…a win-win for the two women.

Remy never would have thought that writing fanfiction would get her the perfect woman…she was extremely thankful for her little secret pleasure because without it, she would never have found Allison Cameron.

AN: Alrighty, there you go…I tried to stretch it out for as long as possible…hope you all enjoyed.