30 Days - Allison Cameron's Journal

A/N: This is my very first fan fic ever. I'm not a writer, just a huge Dr. Remy Hadley fan. I don't have a beta so any and all mistakes are solely mine. House, MD and all it's wonderful characters belong to FOX (gotta luv 'em).

Day 1

Tuesday, July 12 - Princeton, NJ

What a bitch of a day today was, the ER was a madhouse. There was a huge pileup on the expressway, something like 12 cars and a damn Greyhound bus. It seemed like there was a never ending stream of accident victims. Thankfully, no causalities but plenty of broken bones, lacerations and even a severe head trauma. The bus driver lost consciousness for no apparent reason. Cuddy referred his case to Diagnostics. That meant I had to deal with House & Chase on top of everything going on in the ER. House, that ass, sent Chase to "collect the patient and spy on his ex to make sure she wasn't flirting with one of the damaged victims".

My interaction with Chase was normal: stilted and tense. Post-divorce conversation sucks. I thought we could remain amicable but he doesn't seem to want that. He hates me for asking for the divorce and not forgiving his "indiscretion" with Dibala. Indiscretions are affairs not medical homicide. Shit, I'm not going there again, it twists me in knots every time.

Funny, I just had a fleeting thought, guess that's why I write - to remember and capture the significant as well as the insignificant. Not that what happened is insignificant but it was unusual. I went to check in on our "bus driver" to see how he was doing and happened upon Cuddy and 13 in the patient's room. They were alone, I found out later that the patient was undergoing an MRI, and 13 was laughing supposedly at something Cuddy had said. I had never seen her laugh or even smile for that matter. I'd seen her smirk, after all, that's her trademark expression. It is infuriating at times as it seems so inappropriate and always makes me wonder what the hell is going on in that head of hers, but I digress.

When I walked into the room, she was laughing and said, "I'm sorry Dr. Cuddy, but that is just too outrageous even for House". Lisa was laughing with her. Then 13 noticed me and abruptly straightened up and nodded toward me so Cuddy would be aware of my presence. Whatever, happened was over. As 13 left the room, she looked at me with those magnificent eyes and smiled, saying "have a good evening Dr. Cameron".

That's it, my whole crappy day. I need to sleep now so it can all begin again tomorrow. Strange though, that smile while inconsequential and nothing but another person being polite felt like such a rare occurrence that I had to document it. Knock it off Allison, now you're just being dramatic. Sleep.

Day 2

Wednesday, July 13 - Princeton, NJ

3:15 AM, another day from hell. I hope this isn't turning out to be a recurring theme this month. There was a shooting in the grocery store parking lot about 30 minutes before the end of my shift. Some guy shot his estranged wife, then snagged his 4 year old out of her car seat and shot two more guys that were trying to stop him all before he ran over a 76 year old woman as he peeled out. What a mess. I take back what I said about Chase yesterday, brooding and bitchy is better than homicidal and reckless.

The carnage this madman left behind included his dead 32 year old wife, a 45 year old dockworker with a bullet in his left shoulder, a 52 year old bank manager with a bullet in his abdomen, a 76 year old woman with a shattered left hip & femur and, of course, a frightened 4 year old girl with a broken right arm who had to watch her mommy be gunned down by her daddy before he was handcuffed and dragged off in a police cruiser. So sad, what a scene that child had to witness. I'm traumatized just thinking about the pain that kid will grow up with.

We were short-handed in the ER, so Cuddy forced House to send the "Ducklings" to help out. Foreman disappeared as soon as he set foot on the floor, Chase volunteered to scrub in on the woman's hip replacement surgery, Taub was a good set of hands as he kept the other steady stream of "regular ER" patients at bay and 13 helped with the little girl, Becky. She was awesome with the child. She set the arm like a pro, the whole time keeping up a constant flow of kid appropriate conversation to calm Becky. I stuck my head into the exam room twice to see if she needed help, but both times she just smiled at me and said, "don't worry Dr. Cameron, Becky and I are fine". I even saw the little girl hug "Dr 13" when her grandmother came to pick her up. Amazing, 13 knelt down to Becky's level and gave her a big hug.

My normal set of adjectives describing 13 just increased from: enigma, mysterious, self-destructive to include compassionate, good with kids, has a nice laugh, sweet smile and magnificent eyes. Wow, so much more than I ever anticipated. Maybe she's not so bad after all.

Bedtime, I'm exhausted. I need to sleep fast tomorrow will be here before you know it!