A/N: So, here I am again, with yet one more fic! Didn't I tell you it wouldn't be long?lol

This is quite different from the last one I wrote (Tears, if you'd like to check it out. I recommend! XD) The inspiration for this one came from Omar Epps' tweet about a July 4th barbecue. So, even though I'm not American and don't celebrate anything on this date, I'm writing kind of a commemorative fic, even thought it's late...

Also, I should warn you that, although I do have a few chapters planned on my mind, I don't really know where this is going, so it might seem a little insane... And probably OOC in some parts. *rolls eye *

Please note that, in spite of this first chapter, this is not a Cuddley fic.

As always, reviews of any kind are highly appreciated, as are ideas!

Disclaimer: Don't own House, Cuddy, Thirteen, Cameron, etc etc etc.

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It was a hot and sultry morning, the sun already up in the sky at 10 am. It was July, after all. The fourth, actually.

Not having any new cases, House's team had the day off to enjoy the holiday. So did Wilson and Cameron, the latter surprisingly not having to cover any ER shifts for the next two days.

Chase, however, wasn't that lucky, and had to spend that glorious day working. Cuddy, as the Dean, was also stuck inside PPTH. Consequently, neither of them would be able to enjoy the ongoing party.

Foreman had spent the whole previous week planning every detail of the barbecue he was throwing at his place, with Remy's help. Neither of them was extremely patriotic, but both enjoyed a good party and a chance to drink with some buddies, specially since the initial awkwardness had already been broken in Chase's bachelor party.

That meant that, apart from the food, they had also bought a considerable amount of beer, vodka, and other alcoholic supplies.

House was the first one to arrive, punctually at noon, eager for the chance of getting free booze, and expecting his ducklings to get tipsy enough for him to be able to extract from them information about their private lives that they were not willing to share while sober.

Taub followed, half an hour late, not accompanied by his wife, fact that already boosted House's curiosity. Wilson followed another half hour later. Cameron was the very last to arrive, a good two hours late, having debated until the last minute whether she should or shouldn't go, but having finally decided she didn't want to spend the holiday on her own, since her husband wouldn't be home until late at night.

As the day went on, they ate, drank (except for Cameron, since there wasn't any red wine, and this was the only poison she could take), made small talk about their coworkers and talked about interesting patients, now and then interrupted by House's cunning questions and remarks, which they sullenly ignored.

Around 5 pm, however, they were surprised by the arrival of one more guest: Dr. Cuddy, who had managed to take a break from her bureaucratic work in order to make an appearance at her employees' get-together. She was easily involved in the chat, and it took her a few moments to realize that one of the doctors who should definitely be there was missing.

"Foreman, where's Dr. Hadley?"

"Good question! She went inside to grab a few more bottles of beer, but that was at least ten minutes ago. I should go check if she needs any help."

"No, that's ok, I got it. I actually need to use your restroom..."

" Oh, alright. You go through that door over there, kitchen's on the right, restroom's by the end of the corridor."

Following his directions, Cuddy had no trouble finding the kitchen and the woman she was looking for. Remy was leaning on the sink, her back facing the door, and was clearly not grabbing any bottles. Her fists were clutched around the border of the sink, and Cuddy could see, even from a distance, that her chest was moving with fast and sharp breaths.

She approached the younger doctor and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Thirteen, are you feeling well? Are you feeling any dizziness, chest pains, anything?"

Remy didn't answer. Instead, she turned around so fast that the woman close to her almost lost her balance. Noticing that, the intern slid a hand across her boss' lower back, steadying her, in a split second. At the same time, her other hand held the older woman's head, bringing it closer.

It was all so fast that the Dean never had time to react. Before she knew, the girl's lips were against her own, pressing harshly, forcing her mouth open. Cuddy could even taste the alcohol in the other woman's tongue.

The sorter doctor pulled away will all her strength, still rather shocked by the audacity shown by House's female duckling. She slapped Thirteen hard on the left cheek, which caused her to wince in pain and let go of Cuddy completely.

"Dr. Hadley, that was highly inappropriate! I could even fire you for that, but I won't, simply because this is not our workplace and it's your day off. However, should you try anything like this again, I won't hesitate to do so! If my opinion matters for anything, I would advise you to use your alcohol-induced bravado to go and make out with the woman you really want to be with, and not with your superior!"

With that, the older doctor walked away, leaving a dumbstruck Thirteen behind. 'How the hell does she know who I want?'

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A/N: Oh, expect some hotness ahead... If I am capable of writing that. lol

So, how was this for a start? Thoughts, anyone? *nudge*