A/N: I'm currently enrolled in a creative writing course for a course credit, and we were given this writing prompt. I knew I could instantly make this into a fanfic, and I love every word of it. I just hope y'all are as happy with it as I am!

Prompt: Your romantic pairing is pressured into joining co-workers on a tent camping trip. Minimum words: 4000+

Dr. Allison Cameron was lost in her work…literally. Floods of people mingled throughout the ER, some needing emergency care, but the majority could just as easily been seen at the walk-in clinic. Currently, her attention was held by a four-year old girl with a fish-hook caught in her eyebrow. Her sun-bleached hair was slightly tinged with crimson blood and Cameron couldn't help but feel sympathize with her.

"Okay honey, I'm just going to poke you really quickly with this little needle so it won't hurt when I take out the hook, okay?" Cameron asked the little girl.

"Nu-uh. Will the needle hurt?" The girl refused.

"It might pinch a teeny-tiny bit but only for a second." Cameron bent down and met her at eye level. Her forehead around the hook was noticeably swollen and bruised.

"Nu-uh. Don't wanna." The girl argued.

Cameron decided to attempt a different tactic.

"Okay honey. I know it seems scary, but it's not as bad as you think."

The girl closed her eyes.

"Honey, do you want to know something cool?" Cameron suggested; the four-year old opened one eye. "Did you know that my name is Allison? What's yours?"

"Bethany. My name is Bethany." The girl smiled faintly.

"Alright, Bethany, do you trust me?" Cameron held the syringe of numbing agent in her gloved hand.

"Yep. Allison." Bethany giggled, drawing out the first syllable of the doctor's name.

"Okay. If you want just look into my eyes. If you can tell me what color they are, I'll give you an extra special treat." She readied the needle.

As Cameron completed the simple procedure, she couldn't help but laugh when she realized how intently the little girl was looking at her.

"Did that hurt Bethany?" Cameron asked gently as she pulled the needle away.

"Not really. And you're really pretty." She announced.

Cameron smiled genuinely as she leaned back. "Thank you! But I'm not nearly as pretty as you are." She reached the delicate scissors to the young girl's face and clipped off the end of the hook. Bethany didn't even flinch as the blonde doctor slid the tiny slice of metal from her eyebrow.

"Has she gotten her tetanus shot?" Cameron asked the girl's mom.

"No, should I?" She sounded concerned.

"The odds of her actually contracting tetanus are very slim, but I'd advise you to regardless. Just head down to the admitting desk after we're done here and they'll know what to." She smiled.

"They're kinda blue. And kinda green too. I don't know. They're blue and green but more blue." Cameron looked quizzically at the girl, "your eyes I mean."

Close enough, Cameron thought as she produced a tiny plush elephant toy from her pocket.

"I'll make sure they prescribe her an antibiotic just in case, as well as recommend some painkillers if needed."

"Sounds good… just thank you so much. Doctor….. Cameron?" The mother asked.

"Yep. Thank you Allison." Bethany sing-songed as she led her mom out of the room.

Cameron grinned as the two walked off. Something about children like that just brightened her day. As she took her latex gloves off, she felt a tap on her shoulder.

"Guess who!" Feminine hands wrapped over her eyes.

"Remy!" Allison squealed, recognizing the small hounds covering her face.

"Hey you. How's it been going?" The brunette asked innocently as she gave her girlfriend a quick kiss.

"Nothing much. There's been a few good cases coming through, but nothing really important." She sighed, "What about you?"

"I have something to ask you." Thirteen was hopeful.

"Sure, what?"

"I was wondering if you wanted to go camping with us this weekend?" She squealed.

Originally, Cameron was repulsed by the thought of camping in a tent for a weekend, but spending that time with her girlfriend seemed worth it. "Who's us?"

"Just Foreman, Taub, and Chase."

Cameron flinched at the mention of the last name. Thirteen noticed.

"Hey, I know it'll be awkward with Chase and all, but if you don't go, then I'll have to share a tent with one of them." Thirteen begged, "And I'd much rather spend my night cuddling with you."

"Well, where are we going?"

"It'll be like a quick little canoe trip to a tiny little island. And we'll leave Friday morning and stay there until Monday night."

Cameron contemplated the trip, weighing ever detail.

"Please? It'll be fun! I promise!" Thirteen squealed, pulling on Cameron's arm like an over-excited kid.

"C'mon… I know you want to…" She taunted again.

"Please? If you say yes I'll stop bugging you!"

A grin slowly crept across Cameron's face as she turned away and strode towards the desk to grab another file. In her hand was the information for an elderly man who claimed he broke his foot, but appeared well enough to play Candy Crush on his iPhone.

"Hey. Hey you. I know you hear me. Hey." Cameron heard; at the same time she felt something small impact the back of her head.

"Hey." Another hit.

"You." Something else hit her head.

"Doctor." Something else.

"Doctor." Again.

"Doctor Cameron." She was hit once more.

"Allison…" She finally whirled around just in time for a tongue depressor to strike her shoulder. Looking down, she noticed a pile of them at her feet.

"Good. I was running out." The brunette giggled as she showcased the last couple of wooden sticks remaining in her hand.

"If I say I'll go, then will you let me get back to work?"

Thirteen nodded.

"Fine," Cameron sighed, "I'll be there."

"Yay!" Thirteen squealed, "I'll pick you up tomorrow at ten?" She skipped out the ER room door.

Sighing, Cameron planned out what the hell she had just gotten herself into as she turned her attention to the fellow with the fractured foot.