This probably will be a two or three shot, maybe more. Just a bit of rambling. ;)

Disclaimer: Lets focus on the dis…

Remy rolled over tiredly in her bed, feeling depressed. She shouldn't feel this way. She shouldn't feel like a black hole of despair just because she didn't get what she wanted. There had been times before when she hadn't got a job, and she had just shrugged and looked for another. But this time –this one- was different. She was challenged, pushed, and it made her feel different. Better. It sounded silly, but now that she had worked for a few weeks, she wanted it all. Sure, House was a nosy manipulative jerk, but he was smart, and he did the job right. Just then, the phone rang. She looked at the time. 2:47 A.M. Who would call her this late? She picked up the phone, angry at herself for never getting caller I.D.

"Hello?" She said attentively

"Hi" The voice was low, gruff, and vaguely familiar.

'Who is this?" she asked

"God" His voice sounded even more recognizable

"Excuse me, is this a prank? I'll call the police." She said, throwing her anger at not getting the job out at this caller.

"I'm so scared, hold me mommy." He said.

Then, she realized who it was. She sighed "House."

"The one and only" She could practically hear him smirking.

"Why are you calling me in the middle of the night?" she asked

"Isn't it obvious? I'm in love. Stuck. You have my heart."

Thirteen smiled "Right… And Hell just froze over"

"Is it Cold in here?"

"Anyhow…"

" Okay, Okay, I just wanted to make sure you'll be on time tomorrow"

"On time to what?"

"You know what…'

"Huh?"

"This isn't charades. Honestly, do you have amnesia or something?"

"What?" she asked confused. "House, it's the middle of the night. I have an interview tomorrow, I need to be on time. Tell me or I'll hang up right now" She threatened

"Ooo, Feisty!"

"House…" Said Thirteen

"Fine, recap: You applied for a job at PPTH, and you got it, now your incredibly handsome, charming, and all around awesome boss is calling you to make sure you'll be at work tomorrow."

"What are you talk-"

"You know…"

" I got the job?"

"Yes."

"But… You fired me."

"I rehired you. Yeesh Thirteen, this isn't rocket science."

Thirteen was speechless.

"Anyway, don't be late, and Thirteen?"

"Yes?"

"I'm" There was a long pause, and his voice grew quiet "I'm looking foreword to working with you…Remy."

Before Thirteen cold say one more word, he hung up, and for a long while, she just sat there, staring at the phone in her hand.

She hardly slept at all.