Cameron shot up in bed, fighting for air, disoriented as echoes of her silent screams reverberated around her skull. Wrapping her arms around herself, she rocked gently back and forth as a few tears ventured slowly down her cheeks. It was just a dream, she realised. She tried to calm down, slowing her breathing as she ran a shaky hand through her hair. She'd been having nightmares a lot lately, ever since she'd split with Chase a couple of months before. Horrible dreams in which she lost the people she knew and cared about over and over again. She reached for the glass of water beside her bed, sipping at it quietly before lying back down against the pillows. It took her a long while to fall back to sleep.

The Next Day

Cameron had her nose deep in a file as she wandered out of the nursing station only to crash directly into Thirteen. "Thirteen!" she exclaimed, eyes wide. "I'm so sorry! I wasn't paying attention." She apologised profusely, avoiding the younger woman's gaze.

"No worries," Thirteen grinned at her. "I was looking for you, actually. House didn't have anything for me to do so he sent me up here to 'bother' you. Need some help?"

Cameron smiled awkwardly. "That would be great." She tried to turn away from the woman who had haunted her dreams the night before.

Thirteen frowned. "Um, are you alright?" The older doctor was usually quite friendly towards her. Cameron nodded, not meeting her eye. Thirteen rolled her eyes and stuck out a finger to raise Cameron's chin, forcing her to meet her eyes. "What's up?" she questioned. "What horrible rumour is House spreading about me this time? It's no big deal, you know. You can just tell me and we'll laugh about it."

Cameron shook her head slowly. "It's nothing like that. It's silly, really."

"Try me." Thirteen crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow in expectancy.

"It's just….dreams…." Cameron mumbled, trying to turn away again.

"Dreams? About me?" Thirteen was surprised.

Cameron sighed. "Nightmares. I have them a lot. Last night I had one about you."

"Huh." Thirteen pondered a moment. "Can I hear it?" she was interested to see what made Cameron so awkward around her. The woman was pretty self-assured.

Cameron frowned at her. "It's kind of morbid and stuff."

"What time do you get off?"

"Ten."

"We're going for drinks and you're telling me about this…nightmare of yours." Thirteen announced. "I'm interested."

Cameron looked unsure. "Alright, I guess." She nodded. "Well, let's get to work in the mean time." She loosened up a little, smiling at Thirteen.

That Night

Thirteen waved as Cameron crossed the lobby towards her. "Hey!"

Cameron smiled. "Hey. Where are we going?"

Thirteen shrugged in return. "Preferences?" she questioned. "There are some good places near by."

"Anywhere with good cider." Cameron informed her. "Lead the way." They wandered out of the hospital and towards the nearby streets.

Half an hour later they were both happily drinking pints of cider in a cozy little pub.

"I've never been here before," Cameron smiled gently at Thirteen. "It's nice."

"It reminds me of the pubs I went to in England." Thirteen grinned. "Cheap, cheerful. They often have decent live music, too."

"Nice!" Thirteen was surprised that Cameron actually sounded enthusiastic about the concept. Cheap drinks and live bands didn't fit with the doctor's work persona. Thirteen pushed a piece of hair behind her ear.

"So tell me about this dream of yours."

Cameron looked into her pint of cider and then up into Thirteen's face. Thirteen was surprised to see pain and fear there. "Are you sure? Like I said, it's morbid…I don't want to ruin the evening."

"You won't." Thirteen assured her.

Cameron sighed. "I was outside a room with a glass wall, looking in. You were inside. You had pills, alcohol, and razor blades. You were taking all the pills, chasing them with the drink. There were so many pills. I was banging on the glass, yelling, but you couldn't hear me. You slit your wrists. I was screaming but no-one came and I couldn't get to you. You passed out and started seizing and there was nothing I could do except stand there and watch and scream. That's when I woke up." She looked silently into her drink, afraid to look up.

"Scary." Thirteen commented.

Cameron nodded. "I guess maybe I'm afraid that one day, because of your Huntington's…" she trailed off.

Thirteen smiled, laying a hand gently on top of the other doctor's. Cameron was the only person who was open about her disease with her. "Cameron, I'm not going to say I don't have destructive ways of coping at times, because that would obviously be a total lie, but I can promise you that I would never intentionally harm myself, no matter how bad things get. It's not who I am. Okay?"

Cameron looked up into her blue eyes and smiled. "Okay."

"You'll stop worrying?"

"I'll try."

"Good." Thirteen finished her last swig of cider. "Now finish that up while I get us another round!" she gestured to Cameron's drink. Cameron smiled and gulped the last couple inches of her pint while she waited for her co-worker to return. She couldn't help but like Thirteen for her screw-the-world attitude. The woman was a total hardass at first, but if you got to know her she was a softie underneath. If you ever got to know her. Cameron suspected that few got that far.

Thirteen returned moments later and pushed another pint towards Cameron.

"Thank God I'm working night shift tomorrow!" Cameron lifted her glass to meet Thirteen's. "Cheers!"

"I have tomorrow off." Thirteen smiled. "A good opportunity to make a night of it, I think." She raised her eyebrows at Dr. Cameron, who shrugged.

"Why not?"

By the time the bar closed, Thirteen had convinced Cameron to crash at her place, given it's closeness and king size bed. Cameron wasn't really in a state to argue at that point, so they swayed their way back to Thirteen's apartment, giggling wildly. "You're fun!" Thirteen announced, whirling Cameron around in her living room. They'd turned on some music and were enjoying being ridiculous.

"You didn't think I was fun, Thirteen?" Cameron raised her eyebrows in challenge.

"Not at all, I'm just confirming the point. And call me Remy. Numbers are stupid." Remy collapsed onto her sofa.

"Good. Because I can be a lot of fun." Cameron sat down beside her. "And if I'm gonna call you Remy, I think you need to call me Ally. Remy and Ally. That rhymes sort of. At least, they both end in 'y'." Allison giggled drunkenly.

Remy raised her eyebrows and wandered to the sink for glasses of water, passing one to her drunken friend. "You're kind of adorable." Remy pointed out.

"Nah." Allison shook her head. "Just a dork. Things amuse me that don't amuse normal people."

Remy rolled her eyes. "We're all nerds, Ally. We're doctors!"

"Fair point." Ally agreed, yawning. Remy stood and pulled her up, too.

"Bed time!" She dug through her drawers to find an extra pair of pyjama pants and a t-shirt, tossing them to Ally. "Bathroom is there." She gestured in the general direction and Ally wandered off to change. Remy shook her head in amusement. She was very different outside of work, that was for sure!

Later on

Ally flailed for almost a minute before Remy could wake her. "Shhh." She comforted as Ally bolted upright, tears streaming down her face. Remy wrapped her arms around the other woman, not knowing how to comfort her. Ally clung to her, sobbing.

"An accident." Ally whispered once she'd calmed down a little. "We all got infected. House couldn't work it out in time. It got into the ventilation system. One by one…" she trailed off, burying her head in Remy's neck. Remy hugged her more tightly.

"It's just a dream, Ally. They're all just dreams." She pulled Ally back down on the bed, keeping an arm around her. Ally picked up her hand and laced their fingers together.

"Thanks, Remy." She murmured, cuddling into the other woman until she drifted off again.

It was Remy's turn not to sleep that night.

Next Morning

Remy woke to the sunlight, her arm still wrapped around Ally, who hadn't yet opened her eyes and was still breathing deeply. She gently disentangled herself long enough to use the washroom and take a long drink of water and then gingerly climbed back into the bed and put her arm over Ally, burrowing her face into the other woman's hair to shield her from the light.

Ally woke some time later, rolling over to find Remy asleep. Smiling, she cuddled up under the other woman's arm, pulling the blanket further up over herself, and went back to sleep.

She woke again to Remy watching her.

"Hey there." Remy grinned.

Ally blushed, remembering briefly that she had woken in the night from a dream. "I dreamed last night." She commented sleepily. Remy nodded. "Thanks." She murmured gently, taking the other woman's hand.

"No worries." They lay in silence for a while, Ally eventually extracting herself from the blankets to use the washroom and find some water. She returned to a cup of coffee on the bedside table. She climbed back in beside Remy, who was sipping on her own mug.

"Thanks!" she grinned, taking her own.

They spent most of the day in bed watching movies.

Late Afternoon

"I should head home and change before work." Ally sighed as they finished off their third film of the day. Remy wrinkled her nose in distaste.

"Probably a good idea." She propped her head up on her arm as she looked up at Ally. "This was fun though, we should do it again sometime."

Ally grinned. "Definitely!" she climbed out of Thirteen's bed and grabbed her pile of clothes, heading for the bathroom.

Remy sighed, realising she should probably do something with the rest of her day off. Like eating something. She ventured to her fridge, opening it in the hope of finding some form of sustenance. Sighing again, she looked in both the freezer and her cupboards with no luck. From across the room she heard a chuckle and turned around.

"No food?" Ally tipped her head to the side, laughing. "I often have that problem myself."

Remy nodded. "Somehow it just seems easier to order in." she closed the cupboard and mad her way towards Ally. "I'll see you soon, okay?"

"Mmm hmm." Ally grabbed her purse and left the apartment, Remy closing the door behind her. Who knew she would end up being friends with Allison Cameron? She shook her head in wonder.