Summary: Why Thirteen won't date Foreman.
Disclaimer: K
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"What do you mean 'No'?"
Thirteen shifted uncomfortably under Foreman's prying eyes. She had seen this coming for a while now. For the past couple of weeks Foreman's been trying to inch his way closer and closer to her. Asking her out for coffee, wondering how she's been, making feeble attempts to protect her from House's condescending insults. And for the past couple of weeks Thirteen had been trying everything possible to weasel her way out of the inevitable. Foreman asking her out.
"I don't get it. Why do you keep pushing me away Dr. Hadley?" Foreman continued.
"It's just dinner. That's all. I'm not asking you to marry me or anything. "
Thirteen chuckled and shook her head.
"Look, Foreman. It's nothing personnel. I just can't, alright?"
Foreman gave a disbelieving sigh, crossing his arms.
"Why? I'm too safe? Going out to dinner is too pc for your liking? How about instead of dinner, we go out clubbing and take ecstasy tablets. That 'living it up' enough for you?"
"Real mature." Thirteen said in a deadpan voice before turning to leave. Foreman panicked.
"Wait. I didn't mean that. Just….can you give me a reason?"
Thirteen sighed.
"Well…"
Later that evening...
Thirteen's key landed loudly on the counter as she entered her quiet apartment. She set her bag down on a nearby chair before making her way to the dark bedroom. Quietly she made her way to the queen sized bed and slid under the comforter, not bothering to change her clothes. She was greeted by a groggy sigh.
"Mmm…Remy? That you?"
Thirteen smiled into the dark as Cameron gently scooted closer. Remy drew the blonde into her arms and nodded.
"Yeah, it's me."
Cameron buried her face in Thirteen's neck and placed a small kiss on the soft skin.
"How things go at work?"
"Pretty well. Foreman asked me out."
Cameron chuckled and started to gently kiss and nibble up Remy's jaw line.
"How'd that go?" Cameron murmured against the younger doctor's skin.
Thirteen chuckled and rolled over, pinning Alyson underneath her.
"Let's just say he won't be asking again."
With that, Remy leaned down and pressed her lips to Cameron's.
End
A/N: Just a little warm-up oneshot that i wanted to write for my own geeky amusement. I'm really rusty, so be gentle. For those of you who have read 'After Hour Injuries' and are pissed that i haven't updated in a loooonnnggggg time. Fear not! A new chapter will be up sometime today. I love the reveiws guys, i can't thank you all enough.
