Authors note: Mind my grammar. I suck. How about some Thirteen & Cameron to brighten everyones day?
The rating is for later chapters if you wish for me to continue. All comments are welcome as are ideas.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately… House M.D does not belong to me neither do it's characters. I'm just simply borrowing :)
It was Monday and that meant that it was time to go back to work. It also meant that the team should be getting a new case to work on. If they did not, they would be forced to go do their and Houses' clinic hours. There is nothing worse than the clinic and everyone's runny noses.
Everyone was already in the office ready to start the day. Well, everyone except for Thirteen who happened to be MIA. House insisted that they should wait for the young doctor and refused to start without her, however, They have been waiting for two hours and even House was getting restless.
Being the annoying House that he is, he decided to pay Thirteen a visit. Just to "make sure" she's not dead or anything. As soon as he brought up the idea everyone got up and left the room pretending to have something better to do in order not to get involved in one of Houses games.
Allison Cameron was the last person in the room trying to quickly gather her belongings and get out of the office ASAP. Her plans failed. House grabbed her by the elbow when she was just half way out the door. "You're coming with me. Come on, I'll drive" House stated while limping toward the elevators.
Cameron did not seem too pleased. "Why me? Thirteen is not my biggest fan and quite frankly I'm not too fond of the woman myself. Ohh, and I hate motorcycles!" She pouted as house gave her his extra helmet. "Nice try blondie. But you're part of my plan. You're coming." He simply stated while starting the engine.
Cameron started thinking. What does he mean; I'm part of his plan? This cannot be good.
Before Thirteen was hired at PPTH, she was just Remy Hadley. A med student that ended up graduating with honors at the top of her class. She was different then.
Being around house is what changed her. Once he found out that she had Huntingtons he refused to drop it. Of course she pretended to ignore him and it seemed like she was completely unaffected by it, however, she was. No one knew, but she took those comments to heart and slowly but surely they tore her apart and ruined her completely.
She was aware that she was sick, but until that very moment she never had that proof and therefore had hope. She was able to force those thoughts away and focus on school. She wanted to make her life the best it could be.
Once House got under her skin she shut everyone including herself out. She was tired of crying at night and being able to feel that emotional pain. That's when it all went downhill.
The new Thirteen couldn't wait to get her hands on some strong alcoholic beverage and on some days a reasonable amount of drugs. There wasn't a single night when she didn't go to the bar and get fucked up, only to leave with some attractive girl for some casual sex.
She loved it. Sex, drugs, and alcohol were her way out of reality. It gave her the perfect opportunity to go completely numb and be able to feel nothing. If only just for the few hours.
Thirteen woke up to a ringing in her ears and a massive hangover. She was about to fall back asleep when the sound of her door being heavily abused woke her up again. She looked at the time on her phone.
Shit! Its 10:30? FUCK. House is going to kill me. I was supposed to be at work at eight. She thought as she sat up in her bed while holding her head. It wasn't long until the pounding of the door began again.
"Oh Thirteen! Open Up!" House screamed on the other side of the door. "Or else I will get this cute blonde next to me to start picking your lock. So I'm coming in any way!" Cameron couldn't resist the urge to roll her eyes and wonder about this thing that House seemed to have for Thirteen. She knew that he knew something personal about her. She knew a lot about how House works from all of the years that she had worked for him.
Noticing that she was completely naked, Thirteen rolled out of bed and put on the first thing she could find on the floor. Thinking that the bra and the boy shorts were enough to cover her naked body, she jerked the door open. She had to dodge Houses cane that was about to make contact with the door once again.
"Holy mama! Did your recent one night stand steal all of your clothes? Not that I'm complaining." House spoke as he entered Thirteen's apartment. All Cameron could do was eye Thirteen up and down in surprise. With all of the things she could have expected, she was not prepared to see Thirteen half naked and she didn't expect her cheeks to turn bright pink.
"What are you doing here House?" Thirteen asked out of annoyance as she stepped into her kitchen still quite naked to quickly make herself a cup of much needed coffee.
Cameron slowly stepped into Thirteen's loft and looked around curiously. She was intrigued by Thirteen's ability to make the open loft feel quite inviting and cozy. She actually really liked what she had done with the place. She was so caught up in looking around that she completely missed the conversation between House and Thirteen.
"Do you mind explaining why you and Cameron, of all people, are here?" Thirteen questioned as she slurped her coffee. "Just wanted to see what you were up to, considering you missed work I thought it must be pretty darn important. I was kind of hoping I could join." House wiggled his eyebrows.
"Listen House, I'm sorry. I swear it…" she was cut off by Houses voice.
"You're fired. Hit me up when you get over it."
Right at that moment Cameron joined into the conversation. "House! What are you doing? We need her on the team. You know that!" House started to walk toward the door when he turned around. "No. We need the Thirteen that isn't throwing what's left of her life out the door. Until that happens…" He walked out the door.
Cameron had a curious look on her face as she watched House make his exit. She turned around to look at Thirteen who was just standing there with her arms crossed and her head bent down. "Umm, what was he talking about when he said what's left of your life?"Thirteen was taken aback by the question and looked at Cameron in shock. She didn't know?
"I have Huntingtons." She spoke as she let a single tear escape.
It took Cameron a few seconds to process what Thirteen had just said. When she finally did she looked sympathetically upset. "Remy, stop killing yourself. I would hate to lose you before I actually had to." With that she walked out quickly catching up to House who was already on his motorcycle.
Thirteen was left with her mouth agape and her eyes wild. What the fuck did she just say to me? That same thought went through her head as she walked out of the bar in the middle of the night. Except this time she wasn't drugged up or intoxicated or with any random girl. She was completely sober and with only one thing on her mind. Allison Cameron.
"What did she mean?" Thirteen whispered to herself for hundredth time.
Just as Thirteen was crossing the road to get to her car, a van screeched as it turned the corner. She barely had time to look up and see what was going on when it hit her. The first time she is out of a bar completely sober and an accident like this happens. That's when it all went black.
Flashback
"Hey Thirteen, did the blood results tell you anything about the patient?" Thirteen was bobbing her head to her iPod as she was scribbling notes in her clipboard. When Cameron noticed that the young doctor didn't hear her, she approached her. Cameron gently placed her hand on Thirteens exposed wrist to stop her from writing and to grasp her attention.
A spark. Cameron couldn't really come up with anything else to call it. A simple skin to skin contact made her blood rush and her cheeks flush.
Thirteen stopped what she was doing and looked up to face Cameron. There it was the most beautiful face she had ever seen with a puzzled look on it. Before she ever got the chance to take her headphones out and ask her what it was that she wanted, Cameron had already left. What the hell? I feel like she hates me. What did I do to her?
End of Flashback
