Author's Note: Oh look, another Thirteen and Cuddy fic. Huh.

Disclaimer: if I owned House, it would basically consist of Thirteen & Wilson, with added Cuddy.

She knew it was a stupid game. She knew it was degrading and she knew that if she was a victim of it, she would be royally pissed off. But she still played it. She always had.

Since high school, every time Remy and her friends had gone out, they'd given each other 'targets'. They'd pick out somebody in the bar. Anybody. By the end of the night, the target had to have been hit. A number. A kiss. Leaving with them. There were so many ways to hit a target. Remy had never missed a target. But tonight, she would. Not necessarily because she couldn't. She wasn't even going to try.

The second she'd seen her walk in, in that dress, she knew they'd pick her. She couldn't tell her friends she was backing out. So here she was, about to sit down in a bar next to Lisa Cuddy.

"Fancy seeing you here". She instantly cursed herself. Really? She couldn't do any better than that?

"Dr Hadley? Hi." Cuddy looked up and shot her a broad smile before Remy gestured to the chair next to her. "Oh. Yes. Of course"

"I... I'm surprised to see you here." Once again, she realised how stupid she sounded. Didn't she just say the same idiotic thing twice? She wondered if there was any other way to say it, before her boss started to speak.

"I've" she stopped and stared at Remy. "I've never been here before, actually. But, Rachel's staying with my sister for the week, so... I guess I thought I'd just get out of the house."
"No Lucas?" Remy stopped and looked down at her hands. "Boy, was that personal. Sorry" She coyly looked up at the woman sitting in front of her, who, to her surprise, was smiling at her.

"No. No Lucas tonight. No Lucas at all actually. I, um. I broke up with Lucas. Drink?"
"Uh, yes. Please." she looked at the bartender and gestured towards the drink she was already holding. "Another of these?" He nodded at her and she watched Cuddy order her drink. "Should I ask about Lucas? Or, should I leave it alone?"

"It's not a sensitive subject if that's what you're asking, Dr. Hadley. I broke up with him because," she stopped and took a deep breath, "I broke up with him because he just didn't do anything for me."

"You mean...?" She tried so hard not to say the word 'sexually' to her boss. She was already afraid that her attraction was clear, and she wondered if her blush at that word would make it even clearer.
"No. Well, yes. But not just that. I mean, I had no interest I him." She looked straight into Remy's eyes before almost whispering the next sentence. "I can't remember the last time I had interest in anyone."

"At all? I mean, not even on a purely sexual level?" She hadn't meant to say it so bluntly. She hadn't mean to sound so shocked. She wasn't sure if she'd given herself away.

"I've. I'm. There's people I've been attracted to, but I can't be sure if it's a real interest."
"Oh." She didn't know what to say. She heard someone yelling her name from across the room. Crap. Her friends. She was supposed to be reaching her target right now. She glared at them from where she was sitting and turned her attention back to Cuddy. "I have to confess something. It's going to sound awful, but you have to let me explain all the way through, okay?" Her boss nodded at her, and a lock of dark hair fell in front of her eyes. Remy watched her slowly slide it back behind her ear. "I mean. You really have to let me. Because it's going to sound terrible, but it's not."

"I completely promise to let you finish before I say a thing."

Author's Note: I don't know why I start chapter fics. I'll keep on top of this one, I promise. Reviews are always appreciated.