Okay, so this is a very unlikely event but Thirteen is my favorite character from House M.D, and most of the stories with her is femslash. Those stories are okay but I like the friendship ones more :-) It's nice to think that she has a friend, especially with everything that's going on in her life.

I chose Dr. Cuddy in this story because of the type of character that she is. You know, she's tough and powerful but still could be a great maternal figure. It's not really shown in the show, but I like to pretend :-)

Now enjoy this little House M.D fanfiction!

Remy massaged her temples. Why wouldn't the headache just go away?

"Thirteen? Hey!"

"Wha... Sorry, I zoned out."

House looked annoyed.

"No, it's okay. The dying patient can wait." He turned to the rest of the team.

"Foreman, do a CT-scan. The rest of you, use your brains before the patient bleeds to death."

He left the room with Foreman behind him. Chase and Taub started discussing the symptoms.

Remy went back to rubbing her head.

"You okay?" Chase asked her with his Australian accent.

"I'm fine. I just have to get some air." She stood up, trying not to throw up when she did and grabbed her phone from the table and left. She stumbled out leaning on the walls to keep her from falling. Her head throbbed and the room was spinning. She came to the elevator and clicked the down button. The elevator doors opened and she went in. A few seconds later she was accompanied by Dr. Cuddy.

"Oh, great." Remy thought sarcastically to herself.

"Another one to bug me."

"How's the patient?" Dr. Cuddy asked her.

Thirteen swallowed and began talking but her voice was hoarse and didn't sound like her own.

She cleared her throat and began again.

"Bleeding out." She replied shortly.

Dr. Cuddy looked suspiciously at her.

"You okay? You sound like you've been yelling for a couple of hours."

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just need some air."

The doors opened again and when Remy started walking, she tripped over the threshold and was on her way to the floor if it wasn't for Dr. Cuddy's arm preventing her to do so.

"Are you okay?" She looked at the young doctor, thought for a minute then pushed her aside.

"You're not using again are you?"

Thirteen shook her head, looking offended.

"No! I think I'm just coming down with something."

Dr. Cuddy frowned.

"Just be careful. Go and rest or something." She threw Thirteen another look of concern before making her way to the ER.

Remy stood for a minute trying to calm herself down before noticing the other doctors were staring at her. She instantly tried to look like nothing had just happened and walked outside. She made her way to a bench outside Wilson's office and sat down. The weather was like it always was in the beginning of November. Cold but not snowing yet. She closed her eyes and leaned her back against the hospital wall. Now there was no doubt about it. Remy had officially become sick. Her head hurt, she was nauseous and she could hardly walk straight without having somebody guide her.

"Maybe I could borrow House's cane and tell everybody he inspires me." She thought to herself.

Suddenly she felt her stomach growl.

"Oh right." She mumbled.

"I skipped lunch." She dug in her pockets trying to find some money or a snack. All she could find was some mints she had "borrowed" from the hotel-room she was doing an environmental in and a half-eaten chocolate bar. She put them back in her pocket as she felt a wave of nausea hitting her.

"I'm not throwing up, I'm not throwing up." She repeated to herself but at her fourth plea to herself she lost the battle.

James Wilson sat by his computer trying to find different ways to play a prank on House. Unfortunately it wasn't going too well because House had put a parental lock on every site he visited. Frustrated, he leaned back into his chair before getting up to the window to let in some air. When he looked out he saw Thirteen sitting on a bench throwing up on the ground. Quickly, he opened the glass-door and kneeled down in front of her to hold her hair back.

Thirteen looked up with a pale but blushing face.

"Sorry." she muttered before coughing to get the sour taste out of her mouth.

"It's okay. Are you alright?"

Thirteen nodded and Wilson helped her into his office. Wilson went to get her a glass of water and when he came back, Thirteen was sitting down on the couch with her head in her hands.

"You have a headache?" He asked before handing the glass to her.

Thirteen nodded and swallowed some of the cold water.

"It's nothing. Probably a cold or something." she added when she saw Wilson's slightly worried face.

"You should get home." He put his hand on her forehead.

"You have a fever too, you know."

Thirteen pushed his hand away and stood up, closing her eyes for a few seconds when the vertigo hit again, and went for the door.

"Thanks Wilson." She said and left.

Wilson tried to make her stop, but she had already left.

"No problem." He answered, asking himself if she was well enough to drive home by herself.

"But." He thought. "If I know Thirteen right, she's not going anywhere."

The walk back to the differential room was harder than she had expected. She constantly had to stop for a few seconds to catch her breath and to stop the light-headedness. After a five-minute delay, she finally made it to the office. She slumped down on a chair trying to calm herself. Her whole body was trembling but she tried telling herself that it wasn't her Huntington's. She was sweating and freezing at the same time. Wilson did say she had a fever. But she couldn't leave, she did have a patient who was dying.

"Damn it. The patient." She had forgotten all about him. She didn't have time to do anything however, as soon as she stood up the team came back into the room.

"What happened?" she sat down again not wanting to collapse in front of her co-workers.

"House solved it." Foreman said.

"And you're sick." He stated.

"No shit Sherlock." She muttered angrily. Her head was pounding now and the scraping of the chairs wasn't helping at all.

"Oh...Thirty-one is feeling yucky. Good thing we all get to go home now." House grabbed his coat and limped out. Chase and Taub both followed him after waving goodbye to Thirteen and Foreman.

"You need a ride?" Foreman asked Thirteen.

"No, I'm fine." She growled at him.

"Okay, bye." He started at the door, looking back hesitantly, before closing the door behind him.

Thirteen put her head in her hands and took a few deep breaths. Why didn't she accept Foreman's offer. Now it was too late and she wasn't getting home anytime soon. She was shivering so she got her jacket and draped over her shoulders. A Tylenol later Thirteen was fast asleep.

Dr. Cuddy was on her way to House's office. He hadn't filled out the paperwork for the last 29 cases. Even though she knew House had left two hours ago, she still wanted him to see the files the first thing he did the next morning.

When she came closer to House's office she noticed the light were still on in the differential room.

She went in to turn them off and noticed something moving in the corner of the room.

"Dr. Hadley?" Lisa walked up to the sleeping doctor.

She saw her shivering and with a pained expression on her face.

She gently shook Remy and when she woke up, Lisa felt her forehead.

"Get up. I'm taking you home."

Remy hid a yawn with her hand and slowly got up from the warm and comfy armchair.

She was so tired, that she didn't understand what Dr. Cuddy meant until they were out in the parking lot.

"Did you drive here?" Dr. Cuddy asked looking around for Thirteen's car.

"No, I took my bike." Remy was getting light-headed again.

"I need to sit down." She said holding her head.

Lisa put her hands on Thirteen's shoulders in case she would fall, and led her to the car. After helping her to sit down, she sat down in the driver's seat next to Remy and after giving her a concerned look, started the car.

After about ten minutes driving, Thirteen began shifting in her seat. She groaned quietly and then said:

"I need to get out. Now." She continued when Lisa opened her mouth. She pulled the car over and two seconds later Thirteen was out and vomiting on the grass. She coughed a couple of times, calmed herself down and sat down in the car again. Lisa still sat where Thirteen had left her (she thought Thirteen was embarrassed enough as it was).

"Sorry." Remy mumbled while holding her stomach. Lisa handed her a water bottle and asked gently:

"You okay. We're home in five minutes. I'm staying with you." the last part was more like a statement than a question, and Remy just nodded. She didn't want to show any more weakness than she already had, but it was something calming about not having to be home alone.

Lisa parked the car and quickly got to Thirteen's side to help her out. With one hand around her waist and their bags in her other hand, Lisa led her into Thirteen's apartment. She put Thirteen down on the couch and sat down next to her.

"You need anything?"

"No, I'm fine. Thank you but I'll be fine." Remy gave a faint smile and tried to sit up but quickly became nauseous when she did so.

"Nonsense. I'm not leaving until you stop puking your guts out." Lisa said.

When Thirteen started to get up, Lisa helped her and followed her to her bedroom.

"I just want to change clothes." Remy said and closed the door.

"Feel free to find something to eat if you're hungry." She said from behind the closed door.

Lisa sighed but when she felt her stomach growl, she walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge in search of something edible. She found some soup and some other groceries. She saved the soup for Thirteen and made herself a sandwich. Halfway through the sandwich, she heard a door open and footsteps running to the bathroom. She quickly swallowed the rest of her food and went to the bathroom after leaving her plate in the sink. The door was closed so she stood outside not trying to listen to the sounds coming from in there. After a while she heard a flush and the lock and Thirteen came out, looking paler than ever. She was dressed in pajama pants and an old-looking t-shirt. Thirteen passed Lisa and lied down on the couch while Lisa handed her a blanket and went looking for a thermometer.

Eventually she found it and went back and put it in Remy's ear. After the beep, she took it out and confirmed that she had a fever.

"102.3. Are you cold?"

Thirteen nodded and wrapped herself in tighter in the blanket.

"I have more blankets in my room." She said weakly.

Lisa went to Thirteen's dark bedroom and got three more blankets and carefully put them on the shivering doctor.

"Any difficulty breathing? More nausea?" She said while carefully feeling under Thirteen's chin, trying to see if her lymph nodes were swollen.

"I'm nauseous." Remy said, pushing Dr. Cuddy's hands away from her.

"You're making it worse."

"Just tell me if you're having trouble breathing. I think you just have a bad influenza."

She went to the bathroom and got a bucket from underneath the sink and put it beside the couch.

Then she heated some soup while she carefully listened to Remy's coughing.

She brought the soup and put it on the coffee table in front of the couch.

"I'm just going to the bathroom and change my clothes. Yell if you need something." She luckily had packed a more comfortable set of clothes from her office before finding Thirteen. She waited until Remy nodded and then left the room.

Remy just lied there, shivering even though she had four blankets around her. She closed her eyes and tried to get some sleep but felt her chest tighten just before she had another coughing fit. This one was worse than the other ones she had had and it was slowly making it harder for her to breathe.

Lisa was in the bathroom and had just changed into some loose-fitting pants and shirt when she heard wheezing noises coming from the living room. She unlocked the door and ran to Remy who was half-lying on the couch, gasping for her breath. Her eyes were shut tight and her breathing was shallow.

"Oh God." She mumbled and pulled Thirteen into a sitting position.

"Calm down, Sweetie. It's okay." She said trying to calm Remy down but it wasn't working.

And then it hit her. Remy had asthma! She quickly began searching in Thirteen's purse.

"Where's your inhaler?!"

Remy shook her head and just kept coughing and couldn't answer.

Lisa ran into her bedroom. Frantically, she began opening all of her drawers and finally finding the inhaler in her nightstand.

Remy closed her eyes again, starting to feel light-headed, but before she let out cry, she felt the inhaler at her lips. She took two deep breaths and her coughing subsided.

"It's okay, it's okay." Lisa repeated while stroking Remy's back.

After four more deep breathes, the coughing stopped and Remy started breathing normally. She dried the tears she didn't know was running down her face. Lisa handed her a tissue and pulled her into a hug.

Remy's shoulders relaxed and when Lisa let go, she lied back down on the couch.

"Thank you." She said weakly. She took another deep breath and pulled the blankets tighter around herself.

"For insisting on staying."

Lisa smiled at her and looked over at the bowl of soup she had left for her.

"Here sit up." She said, helping Remy to adjust the pillows behind her.

She gave her the bowl and a spoon.

"No." Remy whined like a child.

"I'm nauseous. I wanna sleep."

"You're dehydrated. You'll feel better once you've had some." Lisa insisted smiling a little at the grown-up who suddenly acted like she was seven.

Twenty minutes later, Remy had achieved to swallow half of the soup before putting it back on the coffee table. Now her head was pounding again and she just wanted to sleep but decided to use the bathroom before that. Carefully she untangled herself from the blankets and sat up.

"Bathroom." She explained to Lisa who looked up from the paperwork she was working on.

Slowly Remy stood up and swayed a little before gripping the wall to help her to the bathroom.

When she was done, she thought for a minute before brushing her teeth, and went back to bed.

"Oh, my head." She groaned when she had lied down again. Lisa felt her forehead.

"You still have a fever." She said. "Did you take anything for the headache?"

"I only found some Tylenol in my bag." Remy said.

Lisa looked into her own purse and found some ibuprofen.

"Here, take this." She handed over a pill and a glass of water. Remy swallowed it and got into a more comfortable position before closing her eyes.

"Thank you for everything." She said, still with closed eyes.

"You're welcome Sweetie." Lisa put her book down and took the soup bowl and placed in the sink.

She could always do the dishes later. She went back into the living room where Remy had fallen asleep.

"Now what?" She asked herself. She couldn't leave especially if it was possible for Remy to have another asthma attack. She felt Remy's forehead again and picked up a blanket that had fallen on the floor. She sat back down in the armchair and lied down as much as she could before throwing Remy another look to make sure she was fine and drifting off to sleep herself.

A couple of hours later Lisa woke up. Remy was vomiting in the bucket next to the couch. Lisa waited until she was done and then offered her some water.

"The soup doesn't taste as good on the way up." Remy joked after sipping some water.

"Well, it's not suppose to come back up." Lisa said with a smile.

"You've got to drink more than that, or you'll dehydrate.

Remy just shook her head, coughed and closed her eyes again.

Lisa sighed. It was really like dealing with a child.

When Remy coughed again, Lisa started to get concerned.

"Is your breathing okay?" She asked her.

"Bearable." Remy mumbled. She turned over on the couch and closed her eyes.

After another sigh, Lisa got back to the semi-comfortable position she had woken up in. Her maternal instincts had really awoken when it came to Remy. She liked the mysterious doctor, but there was moments she had gotten really angry with her. Like the time her friend was brought into the ER after a seizure. She had found Remy in the clinic a couple of days later, giving herself IV fluids. House had saved her from taking a drug test but fired and then rehired her a day later. But Remy was always able to give a smart comment to those who tried to pry in her personal life. And, she thought before falling asleep, Remy especially gave House some good comebacks when it mattered.

I have written more of this and I guess I'll post more if I know there are some people out there actually reading this.

Thanks for reading and please review!