"My dad wants to meet you for Christmas dinner." Remy said as she handed James a mug of hot cocoa.
"He does? That is...understandable." He said with a nervous twitch. Remy smiled and sank down next to him on the sofa.
"My dad is actually very laid back about my significant others. He'll adore you. I mean, who couldn't?" She declared before placing a chaste kiss on his cheek. He grinned and took a sip of his drink.
"I haven't met a girlfriend's father in a long time...What does your dad like?"
"When did it start?" House asked with a strange look on his face. Wilson sighed and sat down at the table.
"Nothing has started. Sometimes we have lunch together on the weekend..."
"You are seeing her outside of work and knowing you, paying for both meals, something has started."
"Look, three weeks ago I ran in to her at that old movie theater on fourth and we thought it would be silly to not sit together since we were both seeing the same movie..."
"And one thing led to another?" House asked with a bitterness to his voice.
"Are you gonna be okay when I start to...Lose control?" She asked as she played with her napkin.
"That's years from now... who knows what medical breakthroughs will happen." Wilson said with a hopeful smile. She looked up at him and sighed.
"I love your optimism but unfortunately I don't share it."
He grimaced and stood up. He walked over to her and sat down.
"What is this about, Remy?"
"James, I'm dying and probably will be dead within the next six years...You've already lost Amber and been through so much with House,Danny, and as an oncologist watching so...
"Okay, I have to say those pancakes are amazing!" Remy said as she fell back against Wilson's chest. He put the serving tray on the night stand and laid back against the pillows, holding her tighter.
"I haven't done this in a long time." He said as he absent-mindedly ran a hand through her hair.
"What? Sex? Breakfast?" She asked with a coy smirk. He smirked back and leaned down to kiss her forehead.
"Technically all of the above, however I was talking about staying in bed on a Sunday afternoon. I like this."
"Knock, knock." Remy said as she entered Wilson's office. The oncologist looked up from his computer screen.
"I thought we already had this conversation? Remember, you found out I was behind the plane ticket cancelation, and you left with a smirk on your face at my shoddy attempt to help House."
She rolled her eyes playfully and sat down across from him.
"Wilson, I re-thought things and I realized that you doing this for House doesn't make sense...If anything the last thing you would do is coddle him when what he needs is to endure loss and know that he can survive...
After getting over the initial shock of it, they both realised it was the door. The thuds kept on coming though, and whoever was behind that door must be very impatient. James motioned for Remy to open the door, but she shook her head and stayed put clinging to him. So he slowly approached the door and opened it cautiously. He sighed with relief when he saw it was only House until he realised that he was in Remy’s apartment and House will be able to figure it all out.
‘House, what are you doing here?’ he asked trying to sound nonchalant
There he was, on his bike, parked strategically outside Remy’s apartment complex, with a look of defeat on his face. He thought that she would inevitably go to James in search for solace in him, and tell him that her formidable boss knows the truth about them. But no, she didn’t see him. Part of him was upset, the other part angry, because he didn’t want her to use his best friend as some kind of prop whenever she thought suitable. If they were going to do this, they should either be in a proper relationship, or not be together at all.
House decided to patiently wait for Remy in his office, knowing she would have to come back soon. It took her an hour to get back into his office where House was waiting, much to his surprise. Jimmy boy sure hasn’t lost his stamina then, he thought to himself as she walked in with crumpled clothes and slightly messed up hair. The way she looked at that moment was a sure-fire way of knowing what she had been doing even if he hadn’t seen the beginnings of it from the balcony. He smiled to himself a little knowing that he had well and truly caught her in the act, as the look on her...