Okay, this story is an AU Cameron/Thirteen fanfic. Starts during the Huntington's clinicial trials in Season 5. Cameron was never a doctor at PPTH and Foreman and Thirteen were never in a relationship. What happens when the two girls meet for the first time at the clinical trials? Yes, this is femmeslash, and no, I don't own the tv show or any of its characters. Feedback welcome!

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Dr. Remy Hadley shuffled through the poor selection of magazines between the row of chairs in the waiting room. She was almost an hour early for her appointment with her coworker, Dr. Eric Foreman and was cursing herself for not stopping at her locker for a halfway decent book. Finding a less than mangled copy of Cosmo, she took a seat against the wall and flipped it open. She hated being early, but that day she hated working for Dr. House even more. She would gladly deal with random strangers that would remind her of her past and upcoming future than listen to him badger on about other aspects of both her and her co-workers personal lives.

The patient who normally occupied the waiting room before her appointment was no where to be seen, so she felt a little bit of tension leave her body as the minutes ticked by. A half hour soon passed in silence, so when a figure suddenly appeared before her she nearly jumped out of her seat. "Oh my gosh, sorry! I didn't mean to scare you!" A sympathetic looking young blonde woman was looking down at her.

Remy coughed to clear her throat and rearranged herself in her chair as the stranger sat down opposite her. "What? No, it's okay." She leant down to retrieve the fallen magazine and tossed it back onto the table with it's siblings. "I'm just a little jumpy, that's all." She watched the blonde fuss in her purse until she pulled out a black leather mini organizer.

"No, totally understandable. I get like that too when I'm here." The woman gestured around the room and only briefly made eye contact. Remy watched as she began writing in the little book. She took notice of the woman's beautiful long blonde hair and how it spilled and fanned out around her neck and shoulders. She was wearing a winter coat and what were once beige corderroys. The harsh winter snow New Jersey was experiencing that year most definitely to blame for the fabric's discoloration. Beneath the hems of her pantlegs Remy could spot what looked like pink Timberlands. She chuckled to herself and looked back up, startled to see that the stranger was looking at her once again.

"Sorry, I was just uh-" She fumbled and pointed at the woman's boots. "I've never seen those in uh, pink before." Her face was starting to match the color of the leather.

The woman laughed and lifted up the fabric on one of her legs, revealing the hightop more fully. "I know! Aren't they adorable? I've always wanted a pair but thought they were too rugged and macho looking." She gestured wildly as she spoke and Remy couldn't help but laugh at the excitement displayed.

"Well, I don't know any rugged, macho men that wear pink so…" She trailed off as thoughts of Foreman entered her mind. He had asked her out on a date and she had declined. It wasn't that she didn't find him attractive, or interesting, she just didn't want a relationship in general. Having a shortened life-span would do that to anyone, she had thought. She snapped herself out of the thought and saw that the woman was staring down at her organizer once more.

"Well, uh, I'm Remy." She stuck her hand out and groaned. She now felt like an idiot. This woman was obviously busy with something and didn't need to be bothered any further. She was about to pull her hand away when the blonde looked up and smiled so warmly that Remy felt like she would need to take off her own jacket.

"My name's Allison." The woman responded and reached out and shook Remy's hand. "I'm just waiting to pick up my aunt." She closed her organizer and tossed it back into her overstuffed purse. "How about you?"

It was like a bolt of lightning fell from the sky and split her in two. She had forgotten where they were. It wasn't often she forgot about her illness or impending death sentence. "Oh me?" She looked over at the clock on the wall and saw that there were still twenty minutes left until her own appointment. "I'm waiting for my sister." It was out of her mouth before she could stop herself.

Allison's face reverted to that sympathetic expression she had seen when she'd first been startled by her. "Oh, I'm so sorry. That must be tough." The blonde reached into her purse as her phone began to vibrate. She flipped it open, read the message then tossed it back inside. "My aunt is finished but uh…" Remy watched as the woman dug around in her bag once more before procurring a business card and handing it to her. "If you ever want to maybe get coffee or something… You know.." She shrugged and gestured awkwardly with her hands. "If you ever need someone to talk to that well, that understands." She finished.

Remy was flipping the card over in her fingers, barely registering what it was the woman was saying. "What? Oh yeah, that would be uh, that would be nice." She stuffed the card into her pocket and gave the woman another smile.

"Well, great. It was nice meeting you." Allison lifted her hand in a small wave and then turned to head out of the room and towards the front desk where her aunt was now waiting for her.

Remy slumped into her seat the moment the woman left the room. "What an idiot." She groaned as she thought about how she told the woman it was her sister that was sick and not herself. She had gone so many years without a long term committed relationship, it would figure that a few months after she found out she was dying that she'd meet a gorgeous stranger that was brazen enough to actually give out her number. Then again, what if this Allison actually did just wanted to talk? Ugh, she was so confused.

Sighing, she stuck her hand in her pocket and fingered the business card absently. Well, she had off the next two days, it wouldn't hurt to give the woman a call and go out for some food or drinks. If nothing came out of it, then she could stop worrying. Though if the woman did have motives other than just a friendly ear to talk to… Well, she supposed she'd have to cross that bridge later. It wasn't like she was showing signs or symptoms of her disease yet, and judging from all her past relationships this one would never last long enough for them to start.

Having made up her mind on calling the woman the next day, she grabbed for the Cosmo once more and flipped it open. Her appointment wasn't for another ten minutes and she desperately needed to get her mind onto something else. She'd worry about the future later, if and when it came.

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