Allison found her in the lab. It was ironic really, how many nights she herself had spent ruminating over relationships and life in this very same room, and she knew why she had to be there tonight. Remy had been fighting with Eric again. The whole hospital knew that's all the two had been doing lately, and Allison immediately knew her friend needed some cheering up, and fast.
"You know," She began quietly, sneaking into the chair next to the other doctor slowly, so as not to frighten her, "Thirteen has always been my lucky number." Remy looked up in surprise, smiling a watery smile at the older woman.
"Oh really? Why's that?" She asked, still somewhat feebly, wiping away her freshly shed tears on her sleeve.
"Well...a whole bunch of reason's, actually. You see, thirteen was always forbidden, and that's what drew me to it. Everyone was afraid of poor thirteen, when I really saw through the charade. I knew it was a number unlike any other. In fact, it's the best number - because it's got such a bad rep, for merely being in the wrong place at the wrong time. But it's the sweetest, most daring, gutsy and beautiful number there is. I don't really know what the rest of the integers would do without it. I know I couldn't live without lucky number thirteen..."
Remy laughed for the first time all week, giving Allison a surprised but greatful look, catching onto the little game after the first few words out of her friends mouth. She chuckled, and nodded greatfully at her before turning away again. But Allison gently grasped her chin, and turned those beautiful eyes back onto hers.
"You know what else, Rem?" She leaned in slightly, innocently, "I never knew what fourteen did to deserve thirteen anyway"