Thirteen and Foreman had just entered the ER. It was no secret that they had been in a big fight. About what was yet to be figured out, which was probably why House sent them in search of a case together in the first place. Death glares and snide remarks were all over the place, amusing the limp doctor to no end. If there was still a relationship to speak of was a mystery, but the way they handled each other left little to the imagination. And so they split up as soon as they reached their destination, hoping to find something interesting soon.

"Ah, my eye." Thirteen was immediately greeted with a distressed whimper. However, when she followed the sound there was no patient clutching at a screwdriver stuck in his eye or whatever other worst case scenario was usual for the hospital. There was only a frustrated Cameron, rubbing at her eye.

"Contacts?" Thirteen questioned before she could help herself. Cameron looked up, squinting with an eye after realizing that blinking every half a second was not going to work. The brunette took pity on the other doctor after seeing how red and irritated said eye had gotten.

"No," she shook her head. "Just dust or something." She was about to raise her hand and try to get whatever it was out again, but was held back by Thirteen. When she looked up with teary eyes she was met with a sympathetic smile.

"You'll only make it worse," she said, taking a step closer. "Here, let me take a look at it." Cameron didn't object to the help, keeping still as Thirteen studied her eye. Having the brunette look at her so straightforwardly made her slightly uncomfortable, but she wrote it off to not being used to the attention of the usual mysterious woman. Not a moment later she produced a tissue from her pocket and folded the edges so that it left a blunt point.

Cameron flinched back slightly when she saw how the other raised the tissue to her eye.

"Hold still. Look, it's harmless," Thirteen said, showing just how harmless the tissue was by waving it around. Cameron frowned slightly at the way Thirteen made her point, but said nothing as she carefully cleaned out her eye.

Foreman smirked victoriously. He had found a rather peculiar case of unexplained internal bleedings and was in the process of searching the ER for Thirteen. What he saw instead made his jaw slacken. There was an all too familiar blonde standing with her back towards him, but that wasn't what shocked him. It was the way Thirteen was standing in front of her, tilting up her head as she stood way too close for some casual small talk.

What the hell did she think she was doing? And in the middle of the ER of all places. He could take the snide remarks, but outright kissing someone else in front of him was the last straw.

Enraged, he stormed over, oblivious to the fact that the brunette backed away with a tissue in hand.

"There." Thirteen backed away, pleased with herself when Cameron didn't seem to wink at every passing human anymore.

Cameron blinked a few times, testing out her eyes, before smiling gratefully. "Thanks."

"Couldn't let the patients think you were flirting with them, could I?" she said, adding a wink to explain herself when the blonde looked at her uncomprehendingly. Cameron averted her eyes, covering up her sudden embarrassment with a chuckle.

"Thirteen!" Foreman hissed, earning the attention of both women. "What are you doing?"

Thirteen looked at him strangely. "I'm not doing—"

"In public no less!" he interrupted her, not understanding why she would deny something that she did so openly. He turned to Cameron, who wore a matching confused look. "And what are you thinking?"

"What am I thinking?" she repeated, too confused to produce anything smart. Obviously, something bad happened, but what? She had no idea.

"I expected more from you, Cameron," he began, rubbing both women in the wrong way. Cameron because she was being accused of something she didn't do – well, she was pretty sure she hadn't done anything – and Thirteen because Foreman was being a needy bastard again. "I can understand how Thirteen would do something as unethical as that, but you?" He shook his head. "I can't believe House was right; you do have a thing for broken people."

"You ass!" Thirteen whispered harshly as she shoved him, knowing full well they were in the middle of a hospital. Cameron and Foreman were taken aback for just that reason, though the immunologist was a lot more grateful for being beaten to the punch. "If you took a moment and stopped being the apathetic shell of a human being that you are, you would know we didn't do whatever you think we did."

"Oh, this is rich," he laughed cynically. "You want to deny how you just kissed Cameron in front of the entire ER?" Thirteen was rendered speechless. If she had kissed Cameron she would certainly remember it.

"So what if we did?" Cameron said, none too pleased. Thirteen jerked her head to the other woman, baffled at her choice of words. "No matter how I look at it, it's none of your business." It was a wild guess, but she interpreted the loveless interaction between the couple as the definite end of their relationship. If it was true, Foreman had no say over what Thirteen did or didn't do.

He frowned, immensely displeased at the truth in her words. He recovered soon after, however. "This isn't about me; the hospital is no place for a make out session," he said tersely, making sure to glare at both woman he continued, "If you decide to continue ruining the people around you, do so in private." He then grunted something about having a case and walked away briskly. When he was finally out of sight, Cameron let out a relieved sigh. She was half expecting that to end nastily.

"You're going to get into trouble for that," Thirteen said, letting her shoulders sag from the defensive pose she had taken on.

"You mean Chase?" she asked, turning back to the brunette. Thirteen nodded, unable to chastise the woman for pulling off such a risky action. Getting back at Foreman like that was way too satisfying. "Oh, he won't believe that anyway. Especially coming from Foreman."

"If you say so." Thirteen raised an eyebrow. Somehow she wasn't entirely convinced.

Okay, I lied! I might still have some Camteen up my sleeve. It surprised me too, I assure you.

I don't like Foreman, which I'm sure you haven't noticed by now. Just relieving some stress, so don't take it too seriously.

It might take up 10 chapters, maybe more, maybe less.