A/N This is me attempting Camteen (or is it Cadley?) So be aware of any OOC-ness, this is my first time venturing into the House fandom other than little blips in my notebook at school.

Disclaimer: If I owned House, Cameron would still be one the show. As would Thirteen, along with an imaginary treatment for Huntington's which makes you all better. Plus Cuddy, and House would still be together, and pretty much it wouldn't suck like it's beginning to.

"So do you want me to clear your desk, or are you gonna do it? I got this nifty cane, just one-" House started as he walked into Cuddy's office. Holding his cane up in a small swinging motion.

"House, I did not call you up here to have sex on my desk." Cuddy said not even sparing a glance on her idiot boyfriend.

"Then I'll be going if you don't mind, nothing else that goes on in this office really amuses me. Wait! Were you gonna strip?"

The dean of medicine finally looked up at House not amused with his antics. "No I need to talk to you," House rose his eyebrows, "about your team." She added.

"If you want to fire one fire the dark one." He threw over his shoulder as he restarted towards the door.

"There's a convention for make'a'wish tomorrow, and I want you, and your team to come. Now I am above the nurses gossip, but I have heard of Doctor Hadley's nighttime activities and-"

House cut across her with "I have a Doctor Hadley on my team?"

"Thirteen." Cuddy said with an are you serious? Look.

"Now. As I was saying, I need Thirteen at her best. I don't care how you do it, as long as you get it done."

"Will I get rewarded if I achieve this mammoth goal?" House asked with a look of mock-innocence on his face.

"No. But you will be punished if you don't." Cuddy had known House to long, she knew rewards never worked, only punishment.

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Allison Cameron had been diligently working on her charting for at least an hour. Slipping into a kind of homework mind state when a cane was brought roughly down next to the file she was working on. She jumped, then slowly looked up over the tops of her glasses at the owner of the walking aid.

"What do you want House? I'm kind of busy, running a department and all, you know what that's like right?" She tapped her pen on the desk rhythmically, just wanting to get done to go home to her empty apartment and watch this week's episode of The L Word.

"I need a babysitter." He stated twirling his cane.

"For who? Why are you asking me?" The blonde was now genuinely curious.

"Thirteen, you seemed most likely to say yes." He slammed the butt of his cane down and swirled around, to see Cameron's reaction.

"Why do you want me to babysit Thirteen, she's an adult." Cameron replied rolling her eyes. While actually considering the possibilities.

"There's this special thing for dying kids tomorrow, and Cuddy says that if thirty-one's hungover or suffering from the after affects of drugs or a one night stand. Then she'll pull the no sex card. So I need someone to make sure she doesn't go partying tonight..." at the ER heads lack of response he added, "I'll pay you."

"How much?" Cameron asked, although she wasn't really motivated by the pay. She saw the chance to get to know the mysterious young doctor, and couldn't help but take an interest.

After much debating House settled on two hundred, if she got the job done well. He left complaining that he could get a cheap hooker to do it for that price. As he left he added quietly, but just loud enough to be heard. "But with that hair, you could be a cheap hooker."

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Thirteen shook out her hair and gave herself a once over in the full length mirror, and smiled pleased with her appearance. She swept up her car keys and shoved her wallet into her back pocket. A small smile still on her lips as she opened the door pulling her jacket on. The content smile fell when she saw the woman on the other side of her threshold.

"Doctor Cameron?" She questioned, looking the blonde doctor up and down. They had a growing acquaintanceship that was slowly evolving into a work place friendship. But Thirteen couldn't remember saying or doing anything that would lead the other doctor to come to her apartment.

"Did you get the e-mail about make'a'wish?" The ER head asked looked exceedingly uncomfortable, which for some unknown reason made Thirteen feel guilty.

"Yeah..., but why...?" She beat down a wild thought of Cameron actually wanting to spend time with her. "House sent you?" The brunette suddenly came to the conclusion.

"Not really, I just, I-" she looked up from her shoes into Thirteen's eyes. Those eyes. Oh god she could get lost in them. "Yeah..," she trailed off.

"Well thanks, but I can take care of myself." Thirteen let the sarcasm leak into her tone, feeling somewhat smitten. "I'm a big girl." She added with a flourish to her very 'big girl' body. Which Allison found herself taking in before she realized it.

"So are you going to be the responsible big girl, and stay home tonight, and go to the make'a'wish convention tomorrow?" Allison asked, as she watched Thirteen close and lock her door behind her.

"No. I'll do the adult and responsible thing, and go out and be an adult tonight, and get there by nine." She whipped around as Allison had started following her closely down the hallway. Very much in her personnel space. The sudden stop caught the ER head off guard and she ended stumbling into Thirteen's chest.

The brunette's arms were instinctively wrapping around Cameron to steady them before she knew it. While the shorter doctor's hands went to Remy's hips which were conveniently at wrist level. The quick moment of unsteadiness ended, and both woman grudgingly pulled away. Thirteen's hands still resting on Cameron's biceps, making sure she had solid footing.

But really not wanting to lose the physical contact. There was this involuntary draw to her. No, no. She let go of the soft leather of Allison's jacket.

"Sorry," Thirteen stumbled over the word, as it fell out of her mouth without asking permission of her brain.

"No it's my fault," Allison said, drawing back. Not wanting this spell that Thirteen cast over her to stop her on her mission. Oh god, no she did not just think that. Thirteen does not cast a spell over her.

"Well then I'll be going." Remy stated turning on her heel, and leaving Cameron attempting to sort out her jumbled thoughts for a moment. Before she snapped out of it and bolted after Thirteen into the elevator, back on her mission.

"Then I'll just come with you." The blonde retorted resuming the earlier conversation. As if nothing had happened in between.

"Fine, you can be like my wing-woman, I used to have a wing man in college, then he started taking some of the action. So I ditched him." Thirteen said, that charming smile spreading back across her features. As she shoved her hands into her jeans pockets and leaning against the steel wall of the the elevator.

"I'd be more like that room mate that keeps nagging you about the test in the morning." Allison replied, smirking. As the elevator dinged. Something about Cameron made Thirteen want to stay. Be a good girl. Please her.

Thirteen looked at the numbers on the wall, weighing her options. On one hand, she could go out, and have Cameron there to see her, at her worst. Or she could stay, spend a night with Allison. Get to know the ER head, that she was beginning to grow a crush on.

She let her finger hover over the number of her floor.

"So. If I promise to be a good girl, and stay home, go to bed at a reasonable time. You'll still babysit me?" The door's were closing when she asked, and she looked back at Allison who had been quiet this whole time. Just in time to see the triumphant grin lighting up her face. God everything she did was just so adorable, even that tiny bit of arrogance evident was cute on her.

"Of course, I'm still not so sure I believe you."

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Remy stumbled with her keys in the lock. Trying to remain calm as the blonde hovered behind her. Feeling jittery around a girl for the first time since her last girlfriend. She didn't know what it was about her.

Finally she threw the door open. "Welcome to my humble abode."

"I really like your apartment." Allison said strolling into the loft like space, and letting her eyes wander.

"So do I, that's why I live in it." Thirteen quipped from the other side of her counter. "So would it be wrong for me to offer you a drink, since you're supposed to be keeping me all sober and such?" Remy asked holding up a bottle. That Casanova smile slowly reappearing.

"Probably, can you not go a Friday night without alcohol Thirteen?" Cameron responded from where she was looking at a collection of photographs.

"Hey! It's not just Friday's. It's pretty much any night I'm not on call, and please, call me Remy." Remy said pouring two glasses of wine anyway. She was slightly disappointed not to have her usual party night Friday, but hey. She had a hot blonde in her apartment, and she wasn't even drunk.

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"You can not be serious," Allison giggled. Setting her almost empty glass of wine on the coffee table.

"No, no I am, the one day I wear boxers to work. House demands to see my underwear." Allison smiled at the pink flush seeping across Remy's features.

"And you showed him?" Cameron asked eyebrows raised in disbelief.

"Well I, not willingly, I refused at first. Then he just thought they were mine. So I had to. If he had any doubt I was bisexual before then. That sure confirmed it for him." She said with a roll of her eyes. Then gave a small noise which blew a piece of hair into of her face. She brushed it awat. Just for it to land back between her eyes. She gave out a frustrated huff. Which just made the stubborn lock of hair flutter wildly again.

Allison giggled at the younger woman's antics. She was really cute..., and before she knew what she was doing Allison found herself leaning over Remy's knees to brush the brown hair behind her ear. After she did she found herself stuck in that not wanting to pull away feeling from earlier. Even though it was somewhat awkward and uncomfortable, holding herself up on her knees, hovering over Remy's.

But she was so close, she could see every detail of Remy's oh, so perfect face.

"Allison, I really like you, and you should tell me if you don't like me before I do something stupid." As she spoke she moved closer until they were barely an inch apart.

Remy's hands were on Allison's shoulders. The air was filled with tension.

"I, I think I like you." The blonde stumbled over her words, she was just, oh god so close.

Remy moved slowly closer. One of her hands leaving Allison's shoulder to slide up her neck, and tangle it in the mass of blonde hair at the base of the older woman's neck. Allison's eyes were wide, and she felt a build up of apprehension in her chest. A small bit of doubt flickered across Remy's eyes before their lips met.

With the support of Remy's hands gone from her shoulders, and now in her hair. Allison fell forward onto Remy.

But they barely noticed. The kiss consumed the both of them, until both were lightheaded, and dizzy from lack of air. They broke apart gasping, and smiling between their pants.

Thirteen pulled the hair out of Allison's face to see the same pink cheeked smile on Allison's face she was sure was covering hers.

Allison pulled her into another kiss. Thirteen was like a drug, a highly addictive one that is, and once she had had a taste, she couldn't get enough.

Remy was really really okay with that, and soon they were making out like horny teenagers. All thoughts of anything but the other woman on the couch with them gone.

A/N I don't know why I ended it there but I feel like it's the best place. This is supposed to be a multi-chaptered story. I see it being about 3 to 5 chapters, but whenever I set an estimate on these things they get out of control . So don't hold me to that.

Review if you liked it... Or even if you didn't, so I can know what you didn't like, and that you read it :)