A/N: I know I should be working on It all started on the forth of July, since it's nowhere close to complete, but, truth is, I've reached sort of a writer's block with that. I have half a chapter written, and don't have a clue on how to finish it, and even less on how to go on with the story. Lol

So, this idea just came into my mind last week, and I had to write it down. It's completely AU, but might be fun. (Or at least I hope so!)

Also, I'm considering here that the age difference between Cameron and Thirteen is about 4 years, since we don't really have any data about that in the show. And, since Cameron was a brunette when the show started, I'm considering she's a natural brunette, and Thirteen's a natural blonde for a change. (Does that bother any of you?)

I might go on with it, but I'm not totally sure yet, since I've only thought about 2 or 3 more chapters so far, and don't know how much interest this is going to get. So, how do you feel about that?

Please, let me know what you think!

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Allison Cameron sat quietly inside a subway train. She was so absorbed in her thoughts that she didn't even notice when a younger girl occupied the seat beside her, only being alerted to her presence as the girl directed herself to her.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Excuse me?"

"You look really sad. What's wrong?"

Allison thought about what to answer for a minute or so, and finally decided she actually needed to vent.

"Well, I'm probably never going to see you again, right? So I might as well tell you."

"Ok, tell me, then. But don't tell me your name. I won't tell you mine, either. Like that, we'll make sure we really can't ever meet again, as we won't even know how to find each other. We'll remember each other simply as 'the subway girl'. How does that sound?"

The older girl chuckled at that thought, and actually scared herself with that sound. She hadn't laughed in a while, but something about that girl made her feel at ease.

"Sounds good for me. As for an answer... today's been a year since my husband died."

"Wow... I'm sorry. But aren't you way too young to have been married?"

"I'm 22. And I never intended to get married that young, but when the guy you love is dying of a terrible cancer, and you know he only has six months to live, and the dream of his life is getting married, what can you do?"

The woman had started crying, her voice breaking visibly in the last few words. The blonde girl beside her felt unsure of what to do; she didn't know whether she was expected to look at the other girl, to look away, to give her space, to hold her, to say something... After a few moments of silence, she chose the latter.

"I'm really, really sorry." The brunette simply nodded, and more silence followed.

"Do you miss him?"

"Like hell. I thought that I'd move on, that it'd get better, but it... still hasn't.". The girl could see her companion was having a hard time controlling herself; her voice was gruff, and she looked like she would go back to crying at any second. She wished she could somehow comfort her, after all, she did have some experience with death. She just wasn't sure if she was in any position to comfort someone.

"Yeah, I know. People tell you time will heal your heart and such things, but it's all bullshit. The emptiness will still be there. But, if that makes you feel any hopeful, you'll learn to tune it out in a while."

Allison felt truly intrigued by what she had just heard from the young girl. Taking a peek to her side, she found her looking down at her own hands, twitching her fingers absent-mindedly.

"How do you... who?", she asked, almost whispering, her brow furrowed with both curiosity and concern.

"My mom. Around six years ago."

The blonde felt a bit weird for talking about it with a complete stranger. She was used to holding back, to being emotionless, but, deep down, she always knew it was all a mask. That was probably why, in a way, she felt safer confiding in someone she'd never see again: she might get a weight off her chest, one that had been hunting her for years, and still keep her façade for the rest of the world to see, without anyone to use that to hurt her somehow.

"I'm sorry... It must've been so hard, losing her at such a young age..."

"It it now, but then, it wasn't. It was harder having her around. She was sick, and my dad had to take care of her the whole time, and no one ever gave me any attention. And when my mom was lucid enough to know who I was, it was actually worse, 'cause she'd just yell at me for reasons that I could never understand. I wasn't that sad when she died, and she knew it. I guess that's what makes it worse now."

That was her time to cry silently, and the brunette's time not to know what to do or say. Unlike her companion, however, she chose to rest a hand on her shoulder, her thumb lightly rubbing the fabric beneath it.

"Hey... I'm not really sure what I believe, but sometimes I feel like they're watching over us. If that's so, she can see how sorry you are. She's your mom; she'll forgive you."

After a few more silent minutes, Allison felt like she wasn't getting anything more from the girl if she didn't specifically ask.

"What did she have? That is, if you don't mind me asking..."

"Huntington's."

"God! That's a tough one to deal with... Wait a minute! Do you...?"

"If I have it? I don't know, don't wanna know, and hate whoever does.", she hissed, with such anger in her voice that the brunette instantly removed her hand from her shoulder and prevented herself from asking anything else.

"Hold on... I know I might have it because of my mom. But how do you know there's a chance I have it?"

"I'm currently in med school"

"Really? You must be so intelligent! I'm actually trying to get into it, but I'm not sure my grades are good enough..."

Allison felt relieved at the change of subject. She hated being on the receiving end of the girl's anger, even if it had been for just a few seconds.

"Don't worry too much about it; I'm sure you'll do greatly. You seem quite mature for your age. By the way, how old are you?"

"I'm 18, as of last month."

"Oh, CRAP!!!", the brunette practically jumped from her seat, earning stares from various other passengers.

"What?"

"I missed my station! Now I'll have to go all the way back... Damn."

"I might have a better idea", the blonde said, with quite a mischievous grin.

"Excuse me?"

"Come with me."

"Go with you? Where?"

"I don't know. Anywhere. Let's go out, have some fun. You surely need it."

The med student was amused that she was actually considering that idea: going out with strangers wasn't exactly her thing. But then again, what bad could come from going out with a girl four years younger than her? It couldn't be dangerous, right? And, as the girl pointed out, she did need some fun once in a while.

"Okay. Where are we going?"