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Allison Cameron sighed as she finished filling out the last of her paperwork. Glancing up at the clock, she realized she had worked three hours past a double shift. Shaking her head, she filed the paperwork away and made her way towards the locker room. She was startled when she saw Thirteen standing at her locker in the dark.

"Thirteen you scared me! What are you still doing here?" she asked.

"House is a jackass," she replied bluntly.

"I really hope you're not just realizing this now," Cameron chuckled.

"Ha ha no. He just…ugh," she said throwing her arms in the air.

"I know, you don't have to try to convince me. I'm honestly not sure how I survived working with him for so long."

"I'm not sure how I'm going to do it either."

"You heading out now?" Cameron asked Thirteen as she began removing her scrubs.

"Yeah, finally."

"If you wanna hang on just a sec I'll walk out to the parking garage with you."

"Sure," Thirteen agreed, sitting down on one of the chairs.

After Cameron changed out of her scrubs and into some real clothes, she walked to the door and motioned for Thirteen to follow. On their way to the garage they chit-chatted, mostly about Doctor House and how obnoxiously arrogant he is. When they reached the level that they had both parked on they parted ways. Thirteen was about to say goodbye over her shoulder to the older doctor when she heard Cameron yell.

"What the hell!?" she heard causing her to race back to see what had happened.

Cameron stood behind her car, hands on her hips, and eyes gazing at her back tires. Upon closer inspection, Thirteen noticed that both tires had been slashed.

"Wow, who did you piss off?" she asked Cameron with a smirk.

"No one! I don't know who the hell could've done this!" Cameron answered frustrated.

"Hey, calm down okay? I'll just give you a ride home tonight and you can call someone to fix it tomorrow morning."

"Are you sure you don't mind? It's kinda far away."

"No problem, I've got no plans for tonight. C'mon," Thirteen turned towards her car and Cameron followed.

Cameron remained silent until they were on a deserted road heading away from the city.

"So Thirteen," she began, "why do you go by Thirteen and not your real name?"

"I guess because everyone already knows me as Thirteen and throwing my real name into the mix would probably just confuse people."

"I think it's because you're afraid to let people get to know you," Cameron tested.

"And I think you've worked with House for entirely too long."

"Remind me of your actual name again."

"Remy. Remy Hadley."

"Can I start calling you Remy?"

"I would prefer you stuck with Thirteen."

"Oh," Cameron replied quietly.

It was uncomfortably quiet for awhile as Thirteen drove further and further away from the city lights.

"I didn't know you lived so far out here," she said, breaking the silence.

"I don't, I'm house sitting for a friend for the week and she lives out here," Cameron explained.

"Oh I see."

"Yeah. Hey do you have any tissue? I think I feel a sneeze coming on." Before Thirteen could open her mouth to answer, Cameron pulled the glove compartment open and multiple prescription drug containers came tumbling out. "Wow that's a lot of medication."

"Foreman's got me on this crazy drug cocktail trial. He claims it will slow my degeneration," Thirteen explained.

"Degeneration? Oh right, from your Huntington's."

"Right. I don't believe him though."

"Why not?"

"It's kinda hard to be optimistic about a disease that you watched kill someone you loved."

"I can understand that."

Their conversation was cut off when a car appeared, seemingly out of nowhere behind them, and began honking, causing both women to jump.

"Damn, where'd he come from?" Cameron asked.

"I have no clue, but he's irritating me with that horn." Thirteen tapped the breaks twice, trying to signal for the car to pass if it wanted to go faster.

The car did in fact drive around them but instead of passing completely, it matched their speed right along-side them.

"What is he doing!?" Cameron asked, beginning to get scared.

"I don't – " Thirteen was cut off when the car slammed into the side of them, pushing their car towards the sharp incline to their immediate right.

Cameron screamed as Thirteen fought to maintain control of her vehicle. Just when she thought she had it, the mystery car hit them again, this time succeeding in pushing them off the road and down the incline. Glass shattered as the car rolled over again and again and again before coming to a rest, right side up, at the bottom of the hill. Cameron could see nothing but black and heard nothing except her own breathing. Her brain raced to realize what had just happened. Once she was able to gather her wits again she looked to her left and saw Thirteen slumped against the steering wheel.

"Thirteen? Hey Thirteen, you alright?" she asked shaking the unconscious doctor lightly. Pain began to register throughout her own body but she was determined to wake Thirteen. "C'mon, you gotta wake up. Don't do this to me!" she pleaded.

"Mmmm," Thirteen groaned, shifting slightly.

"That's it, you can do it."

"Cameron?" she asked lifting her head. "You okay?"

"I'm fine Thirteen. I mean, I hurt, but I'll be fine. What about you? Do you think you can get out?" Cameron asked trying to survey the damage in the almost pitch black.

"No, the seat must've slid forward during the role and I'm pinned to the steering wheel."

"I see. Well hang on, I'll get out and see if I can get your seat to push back."

Cameron struggled to unbuckle herself and climbed out of the smashed car. Glass bit into her flesh as she moved and when she put her weight on her right leg a blinding pain caused her to collapse into the grass. Thirteen, who had been watching her, called out to her with concern.

"Cameron? What happened?" she asked.

"I'm okay. There must be some glass in my leg," she replied appearing at Thirteen's side. She tried to examine the current position of the younger doctor but the dark made it almost impossible to see anything. "What hurts exactly?"

"Pretty much everything," Thirteen answered truthfully.

After fiddling around for a bit with the seat she finally found a way to wedge the seat back just enough to get Thirteen's body free from the car. But before she could do it, two large arms encircled her waist and pulled her away from the car. Naturally, she struggled to get away from her aggressor who was dragging her back up the hill they had just rolled down. As she fought she looked back down towards the car and saw another man going for Thirteen.

"Thirteen! Thirteen look out!" she warned and a rough hand came up to cover her mouth.

Cameron could do nothing but watch helplessly as the man roughly ripped Thirteen from the vehicle and began dragging her up the hill as well. Concern swept through Cameron when she noticed how limp Thirteen's body was and how little the usually feisty doctor was struggling. When she reached the road, Cameron's hands were bound behind her with a piece of zip-cord and she was crammed in the back of a Dodge Neon. She only had time to readjust herself slightly before Thirteen joined her in the same fashion. The stillness in the car was eerie until the two men climbed into the front seat and they began moving.

"You okay Thirteen?" Cameron asked quietly when she heard the woman's labored breathing.

"My head is pounding and I'm having a lot of trouble breathing," Thirteen replied trying to gasp for breath.

"Just hang on alright. We're gonna be okay. Hey," she yelled to the men, "what the hell is going on? Where are you taking us?"

"Shut the fuck up!" the passenger man yelled at her, shoving a gun in her face.

Afraid for not only her own life but also for the life of Thirteen, she complied and sat back against the seat. She looked across the seat at Thirteen. Her breathing had not gotten any better yet and she was passed out again. Cameron fought the urge to cry as she realized this could be the end of her life.