A/N: Well I am broadening my horizons. I finished "House" in late October and I'm absolutely in love...and Cadley/Camteen is my weakness. I'm going to use a few episodes in this story, so you'll recognize them, but for many reasons I've changed a lot of the details. (I mean it's an AU so of course everything is different haha). I've already written the first two chapters of this story, so here's the first, and I'll probably post the second later tonight or tomorrow. Please please talk to me and tell me what you think.

Disclaimer: If I owned House Cadley would have been canon like right away okay

"I fucking hate how you have the ability to make my heart drop and get butterflies all at once,

You are the most poisonous and beautiful thing I've ever come across,

And I will never be the same after you."

-Unknown

2008

Allison Cameron poured the last bit of the wine bottle she'd been working on for the past twenty minutes into the glass sitting on the coffee table in front of her. Whatever it was she'd put on TV nearly an hour ago was now just background noise as the alcohol drowned out everything except what she wanted it to.

'Screw Chase.' she thought as she gulped her last glass, nearly slamming it back on the table as anger filled her veins again. How dare he make her feel guilty for dumping him? She knew he never really loved her, at first their relationship was just sex and pretty soon he had bought her a ring, and she'd never meant for it to get that far. 'I should have put my foot down when he wanted to start living together.' She remembered his drawers in her dresser, and how his last words to her had stung despite her relief of this whole disaster ending,

"Let me know when I can come get my things."

She stood up to go get something harder to drink, and quickly found her favorite liquor- Black Magic brandy. Not bothering with a glass, she grabbed the bottle out of the cabinet and sat back down on the couch. She remembered how he asked her if she was still in love with House-and how Cuddy had proceeded to assume the same. "Idiots." she whispered to herself.

She'd always had a tendency to fall in love with those that were out of her reach-first it was house, and now it was that pretty brunette with those big ice blue eyes. God, she hated how House would only call her Thirteen, and to Cuddy she was "Dr. Hadley". Cameron knew that Thirteen could never love her back-everyone thought she was straight, including herself until the first time she'd actually talked to the younger doctor.

As pain hit her chest, Cameron took another gulp of the warm liquor. She wanted-no, needed, to be numb until she passed out. It was before midnight, so she knew that she would pass out in time to wake up on time for work. Then, she remembered that she was working the fourteen hour night shift tomorrow-all the more reason for her to spend the next couple hours finishing the large bottle. She sat there and drank until she was so numb she couldn't swallow anymore, before finally passing out on the couch with the TV still blaring.

Cameron woke up at noon the next day-just four hours until her shift started. She groaned, turned the TV off, cleaned up everything from the previous night, and made her way to the shower. Knowing she wouldn't like what she saw when she looked in the mirror, she avoided looking in it at all costs. Her body ached as she stripped, and she took a long moment under the hot water to let it relax her muscles. She scrubbed herself furiously, as if punishing herself while also trying to metaphorically scrub away Chase. She remembered something she'd learned in high school biology-that your body completely replaces all it's cells in approximately seven years, and she allowed the fact to bring her comfort.

'Six years, three hundred sixty four days til he's really off my body.'

The ER was quiet-typical for a Wednesday night. She'd gotten lucky and had managed to avoid seeing anyone on House's current or former team on her way in. While Cameron had always loved working for House, she was glad she'd left for the ER. The ER was her escape, she could get lost in the rush of patients or updating charts-she didn't have to think, she could just trust her instincts, and do, do whatever needed to be done at that very moment in time.

She was finishing her twelfth chart and third cup of coffee when she heard a familiar voice talking to the EMT's as a gurney rolled in.

"Dr. Cameron, we need you over here!" She heard one of the nurses call her.

Whatever Cameron was expecting, it wasn't this.

There was Thirteen spitting facts to the EMT's as a young brunette was unconscious on the gurney. It was three AM, which meant Thirteen and the strange woman had been spending the night together. Cameron snapped back to reality as she realized that this woman needed her help,

"What happened?"

Thirteen looked at Cameron with an embarrassed look of shame on her face,

"Young female, mid to late twenties went unconscious after a seizure following sexual activity."

Cameron gulped and noticed that the woman was waking up, she softened her voice and tried to lighten her expression as best she could,

"Hi, I'm Dr. Cameron, you're in the hospital." Cameron looked up at Thirteen, "What's her name?"

Thirteen paused for a moment, before finally stating,

"I don't know."

Cameron sighed, and went to work on the poor woman. She reeked of alcohol-as did Thirteen, so she hung a banana bag and suggested Thirteen do the same. She ordered a tox screen and started a chart. She skipped the name line for the time being, and watched Thirteen out of the corner of her eye as the younger doctor sat on a hospital bed next to her lover for the night and started an IV on herself.

After Cameron finished the chart until she could run further tests, she looked to see that the patient seemed to be doing better, so she made her way over to get more information. She smiled, ignoring Thirteen, and looked at her temporary patient,

"Hi, I'm Dr. Cameron, could you tell me your name?"

The woman looked slightly scared-which was good, she was less likely to lie if she was afraid.

"Spencer Turner."

Cameron scribbled the name at the top of the chart hastily,

"Okay Spencer, do you think you could tell me what happened tonight? Try and recall as much as you can, it might be difficult because you suffered a seizure, but try your best."

Cameron knew she would hate hearing the details of what Thirteen had been doing with this woman, but it was needed for an accurate medical evaluation. Spencer looked at her and told Cameron everything she could,

"Well, we uh went back to Remy's place-both of us were pretty drunk. Then we took some ecstasy, and as soon as it kicked in we…slept together. And then…I don't remember, until like ten minutes ago."

Cameron nodded, noting the drugs and alcohol on Spencer's chart.

"Thank you, this was helpful. As soon as that IV bag is finished, we're going to send you up to our diagnostics department for some tests."

Spencer lightened her expression,

"Thank you, sorry if this was all a hassle."

Spencer's politeness was pissing Cameron off-she wanted to have no positive association with this woman, she just wanted for her to be another face with a problem that needed to be fixed without any consequences. Pushing her emotions aside, Cameron simply smiled and turned around to Thirteen,

"Dr. Hadley, I suggest that as soon as you sober up, you go get some rest in the lounge, then go home and freshen up, and be here when House needs you. I won't tell him anything that isn't relevant to this case, okay?"

Thirteen seemed relieved, and her eyes sent rushes of kindness through Cameron's body,

"Thank you, for everything."

Cameron couldn't stay upset with her, it was just impossible, so she squeezed the younger woman on the shoulder and walked away. She knew Thirteen was a private person, and that any personal detail kept secret-especially from House, who was relentless for having a need to get into everyone's business-was bonus points for the very small relationship Cameron and Thirteen shared.

Cameron glanced over at Spencer, and questioned why Thirteen was doing this to herself-especially with women who weren't nearly as pretty as Thirteen herself.

'Someone like her shouldn't sell herself short, she deserves better.'

She shook off all her heavy thoughts, and retreated to the main ER desk to escape again to the flow of paperwork that was calling her name.