The Cave

Summary: She didn't want any more nightmares. She couldn't handle any more nightmares.

Warning: Attempted rape. Story will be dark

A/N: First story in a while. This idea has been bugging me for a while, so I decided to write it down. Hope you like.

Remy stalked into the locker room with only one thing in mind: sleep. She had been up all night in the sleeping lab with Chase following one of House's hunches. After working a half day, Remy was ready for sleep. As Remy moved her way to her locker she started slipping off her lab coat. Wrapping it over her left arm, she moved to unlock her dial. Her fingers fumbled, slipping off her lock numerous times before finally opening the small metal door.

As she moved to put up her lab coat, a large hand slammed hand slammed her locker closed. The loud noise startled the young doctor. Before she had time to react, a full body slammed her against her locker. Meaty hands pinned her painfully, collecting her hands above her head. The attacker moved his free hand all over her body as a raspy voice threatened her against crying out for help.

The threat kept the young doctor silent, but didn't keep her for fighting. Her body struggled more violently against her attacker as she felt his hand move under her shirt. The rough hand fondled at her breast, his lips moving to her neck. His lips were sticky and his hands were pulling hard enough Remy let out a small scream. She immediately regretted, trying to defend her body against an attack she knew was coming. Instead the hands released her, letting the young doctor's frail body fall to the ground in a small heap.

"Thirteen?" The voice was confused. "Dr. Hadley, are you alright?" This time the voice was more alert, closer to the mess.

Remy tried to look up at the voice, recognizing it as Chase.

"Remy," his voice was softer now, "were you hurt?" He looked at the young doctor, trying to figure out what happened. He reached over to try and comfort her causing Remy to violently pull away, tears rushing down her face.

"Please don't tell." The voice was weak, struggling to come up through the tears.

"What happened?"

No answer, just tears.

"Can I at least make sure you aren't hurt?" Remy nodded, biting her lower lip before sitting herself up on the bench. She flinched as Chase touched her, but let him do a basic examination, crying silently to herself.

Remy took a deep breath, closed her eyes before standing up.

"Sorry," she said quietly. "I'm fine, promise. Just startled myself."

"Remy, you were on the floor crying," Chase said, not believing her.

"Look you checked me over, I'm okay," she said with more authority.

"You screamed," he tried again. Remy didn't look at the other doctor. Instead she grabbed her things from her opened locker and walked out, leaving a confused Chase trying to put together what happened.

Remy walked into the side office almost three hours earlier than expected. She was still incredibly drained from such a long night. She spent most the night in tears, trying to piece together what happened. She stayed in the living room, keeping the television on because nothing scared her more than the silence. When she finally fell asleep from pure exhaustion, she was haunted by vivid night terrors. Once 4 a.m. rolled around, Remy decided she had enough and got ready to go to work.

She sat there in silences, reading through a case file left on House's desk. She tried to focus on the list of symptoms, but her mind decided to focus on the other day. His hands were all over her, controlling and destroying her once again. Her eyes closed, trying to force her mind to focus on her breathing, anything other than him.

In… out… in… out…

She could do this. She could face this day… face House… face Chase… Chase. She had almost forgotten about him. He knew… he saw her. He wasn't going to let this go, was he? Remy's breathing sped up and her hands started to shake. She couldn't do this. She couldn't face Chase. Not yet. Her leg start shaking uncontrollable and all she could think about was getting out of there. She needed to be anywhere else. She couldn't do this.

She couldn't.

Hands still shaking, Remy gathered up the file neatly on the table. She kept an eye on the door the entire time. Moving as calmly as she could, Remy left the office. She stopped at the elevator, but felt her legs starting to shake even more. Deciding being confined to a small box was probably not the best idea, Remy headed to stairs. All but running down them, she reached the main level where she high tailed it out of there before anyone could see her.

Remy was in her car in a matter of seconds. Her breathing still was erratic, and no amount of "in and out" was going to help her. She just sat there, shaking.

Crying.

Remy couldn't stop it. She hated tears more than anything. She tried to stop, but the tears became more prominent. Her leg was still shaking.

"Please stop," Remy begged. She kept mumbling her plead over and over, wanting nothing more than her leg to stop shaking.

She sat there for hours, or maybe on minutes, until the tears finally dried up and she was finally able to take back control of her body. She took a couple of deep breathes for good measures before putting her hand on the steering wheel.

For a second the idea of going back popped into the young doctor's mind.

"I can't," Remy mumbled as her leg started to shake again. She repeated the words again and again. She tried to reason with herself, but deep down she knew her anxiety would win out, at least for today. She would go back home, text Foreman she won't be coming in, and…

And, what? Sleep? She didn't want any more nightmares. She couldn't handle any more nightmares.

"Just get home Remy," she told herself. Taking a deep breath, she started her car. She could do this. "Just get home."