Title: Run to a Friend
Fandom: House/Leverage
Pair: Alison Cameron and Sophie Devereaux
Rate: K

I am a strong, confident woman. Alison Cameron tells herself as she turns the key in the ignition. I am a strong, confident woman, who does not need a man in her life. She digs her cell out of her purse and drives towards the airport. Without looking at the keypad Alison taps in the speed dial for an old friend. "4…3…5…7…" She whispers pulling onto the, now clearing, motorway. She places the phone to her ear and kills the radio. The line rings, once, twice, three times, before the person on the other end picks up.

"It's four A.M." The person answers groggily. "Unless this is an emergency—"

"Sophie, I'm so sorry! I forgot about the time…" Alison apologizes. "Wait, I thought you were in Boston. Where are you?"

There's a rustling of sheets, a click (probably a lamp being turned on), and then Sophie answers. "Alison? Is that..? I'm in London."

"Is Heathrow Airport nearby?" Cameron presses.

Sophie laughs a little. "Yes, will I need to pick up?"

"Yes, but not soon, I haven't even bought a ticket yet." Alison hesitates. "Do you have a couch or should I get--?"

"I have guest bedroom, its no trouble." The older woman interjects, "Just call when you get a time, kay?"

"Deal." Alison starts to hang up, but she hears Sophie continue.

"Allie? What are you running from? Last time you called like this was when—"

"Chase and I…I'll talk to later." Alison answers tersely. "Oh, Soph?"

"Mhm?"

"What made you run home?" Alison isn't about to let her friend off after that.

"We can talk about it when you get here." The grifter half groans.

Cameron smiles, the corners of her mouth turning down. "Fine." The laughter reaches her voice and she disconnects.

Three hours later Alison Cameron is in an aisle business class seat bound for London. She's on her third tiny vodka, and doesn't care if the stewardess has to cut her off. All she wants is to get to her friends house, relax, and process this mess she's made of her life. Meanwhile, Sophie is tiding up her guest room, hiding her cigarettes(Allie will give her hell for those), and other preparations for her soon arriving friend. More than anything she worries how she'll explain her messed up life, and what the two of them can do about it.