Just wanted to first say that I'm so so sorry that I haven't put anything in forever. My best friend got into a car accident and has been in a coma for a while and I've been feeling too depressed and lethargic to really do anything. Hopefully, this will make up for it.

"Honey….honey wake up."

Allison opened her eyes, the bright light blinding her. Nudging her shoulder was Robert Chase, her boyfriend. She didn't really remember anything, but he must've stayed over her place.

"Honey," he said again, tapping his finger on her shoulder a few times. "You awake?"

"Yeah, yeah," she replied, pushing herself up and to the edge of the bed. "What time is it?"

"It's 8:31. You've got less than an hour unless you want to be late to work," the Aussie smirked, tapping his finger on the imaginary watch on his wrist. "And we both know you take forever to get ready. Luckily, I have the day off."

The blonde was already jumping off the bed and rushing to the shower by the time Chase had finished. You've got to be kidding me. I overslept? I never oversleep. Ugh…why does he have to be such a douche about it? He sleeps in all the time and I'm never rude to him like that.

Allison practically had to scrape her head in order to finish washing her hair faster. She loves long showers. They are a time when she can relax and think about the most random mysteries of life or just plan out what the plan for that day is. She hopped out of the shower, managing to grab and put on a robe swiftly. She rubbed her head in a towel and tied her hair in a bun. Most likely she wouldn't have any time to blow dry her hair and she could at least get her hair to naturally curl if she tied it up. She ran back into her room to see Chase still on the bed, cracking up. She gave him a cold stare and grabbed a casual outfit. She was in the middle of dressing when she could feel Chase wrap his arms around her waist and put his chin on her shoulder.

"C'mon baby," he whispered in her ear. "You've got plenty of time. What do you say about a little go around?"

Cameron blinked a few times, not sure if she should accept or decline, "You just said I was going to be late and now you want me to sleep with you. I'm too busy right now and I have to finish getting ready. Ask me later." She unwrapped herself from Chase, managing to slip a smile along with slipping her shirt on. It was time to dash over to the kitchen to grab a bite to eat. She walked into a kitchen with no breakfast on the counter, but with dishes in the sink. Jesus. He makes breakfast for himself and eats it, but not for me? I make him breakfast all the time. I'm so glad that I'm with such a kind and compassionate person.

The girl rolled her eyes. She opened the refrigerator and grabbed a few strawberries and some yogurt. It wasn't the most impressive breakfast, but it would have to do. She managed to find a plastic spoon. Perfect. Grabbing her bag and her car keys, she hurried out the door, still hearing Chase calling her back. No time, no time to go back. Shut up Chase. I love you and all, but shut up. She unlocked her car and got in. She felt her phone vibrate in her purse. Of course it was Chase. She picked up the phone, wedging it between her ear and shoulder so she could start the car up and drive.

"Hey Robert."

"Babe, what the hell was that?"

"It's called me not being late for work. Thank you for letting me oversleep," she replied with a strong sense of sarcasm.

"You've got to be kidding me," the Aussie replied with a hint of frustration. "You're not going to be late."

"You said it yourself when I got up. 'It's 8:31. You've got less than an hour unless you want to be late to work.' I'm on my way to work and you're getting pissed off? Sorry, if I don't understand your logic," she answered, equalizing her frustration with his.

She heard a sigh on the other end, "Babe, did you even check the clock this morning. Even once?"

"No. You told me the time. There was no real need to-"

"Look at the clock."

"Fine," she said, turning her head slightly so her phone wouldn't fall. The clock read 8:12. If it's 8:12 now, I didn't oversleep at all. "You jerk! You just turned my alarm clock off!"

"I thought it would be funny. I didn't know you were actually going to start running around so quickly."

"Ugh! What the hell Chase?" she said, hanging up and tossing her phone back into her purse. "I can't believe that guy! What a douche."

She drove the rest of the way pissed off. Sometimes she really hated Chase and this was one of those moments. He always whined about her having some sort of OCD with being the first one to work, but then he'll pull this prank on her.

If Cameron wasn't a calm person, she would've slammed her car door shut. Luckily, no one was really there at the hospital when she came in. She said hi to the nurse at the front desk and got into an empty elevator on her way to the diagnostics department. She wasn't really sure where her place in the hospital was. She seemed to bounce around the hospital, but she landed herself back in House's department, at least for the time being. At least Chase wasn't working today. She would've ignored him the whole time.

She walked into her office and checked her desk. "No mail," she thought aloud. She checked her email, "And no emails. Geez, I feel so loved."

Looks like there's nothing to do. Might as well just relax.

She headed off next to House's office, where they usually hold differentials. Thanks God, there's a coffee machine. She grabbed a foam coffee cup for later and started the machine up. Cameron knew that it was going to be a long day. She sat down at the glass table and pulled out the yogurt and strawberries she grabbed at home, eating it while she waited. The blonde had a sort of ritual with coffee. She can't drink it when it's too hot so she always has to wait until it's warm. Burnt tongues aren't exactly her thing. The cup of coffee was gone and it was only 8:36.

Oh my God, I'm so bored. I'm gonna kill Chase later. Cameron tapped her fingers on the glass table in frustration.

"You know you kill your fingers a bit every time you tap them on a table?"

The foreign voice threw Cameron off guard. "H-Huh?" Her blonde hair whipped around as she turned to see one of her coworkers. "Thirteen…"

"In the flesh," the brunette laughed as she pulled up a chair to sit down. "You seem a bit…off. What's up?"

"What are you doing here? Not saying you shouldn't be here, it's just a bit um…early," the blonde replied.

"Usually, I'd make you answer, seeing as how my question came first, but I guess this one time," Thirteen joked. "I wasn't waiting around this morning and I came here, considering this is where I work. What about you? We both know you're the early bird of the group, but this seems a bit early, even for you."

Cameron jokingly rolled her eyes back at her colleague, "So I have to answer two questions now? Alright, alright, I see how it is now. Okay. Well first, I'm doing just fine and second off, I came here a bit early. Some stupid prank Chase did."

Green eyes looked at the blondie with concern, "You don't seem so fine. You sure you okay? You look a bit tired." Thirteen wasn't too fond of Chase. As much as he could attract you with good looks, he was a bit insincere and definitely cruel at times. "So what did he do to you?"

"I'm fine. It was just a stupid prank."

"If it's stupid, then you won't have a problem talking about it?"

"You're going to keep arguing with me until I tell you about it, aren't you?"

"How'd you know?" Thirteen winked.

"I just had a rough morning. Chase woke me up, told me I overslept, and that if I waited any longer, I'd be late for work," Cameron sighed as began her story. "So I rushed around, got ready quickly, which is why my hair looks terrible right now, and rushed out the door-"

"Your hair looks nice. You've got to be kidding me," she interrupted, cracking up a bit.

"Thanks. Anyways, I was on my way, got a call from him when he finally admitted the prank and I'm here now. I guess I'm just really mad at him. I don't even want to look at him later. What about you? Why aren't you with Foreman? You guys are always together."

Thirteen's smile faded a bit and she twiddled her thumbs a few times, "Me and Foreman are on a little break."

"I'm so sorry. What happened?" Allison asked with a warm, comforting tone. "Well, if you want to talk about it. I can understand if you don't."

"No, it's fine," the brunette answered with a smile acknowledging Allison's comfort. "It's just been complicated lately. We've separated so many times over so many little things and it just makes a person wonder, you know? Like, if we can't live happily over little things, is it really worth it? I'm just not sure if I can deal with this relationship."

Thirteen felt Cameron's soft hands on top of hers. She wasn't so sure as why she felt a slight blush come onto her cheeks, but it was there and she couldn't deny it. D-Dammit! I work with Cameron for God's sake, this shouldn't be happening! "So you and Chase…it's going to be a bit hard to avoid him since you guys live together," Thirteen said, trying to distract herself.

Allison sighed in frustration, "Don't remind me. Ugh! I'm just so mad. This isn't the first time he's done this to me."

"Do you want to stay with me for a few days? Or until you settle things out?" the brunette asked. Did I really just say that? She felt Cameron's hands slightly grip hers. It wasn't painful, it still felt nice, it was just a bit…awkward, to say the least.

"What?" The blonde's blue eyes widened. Am I crazy? Did I really just hear her right? Why the hell am I so excited about whether she asked me to stay over?

Too late to back out of this now Remy. If you can handle people's lives, I think you can handle a friend staying over for a few days. Even if she is a bit attracti- No! Don't think that. You're both taken! Well, you're not really, but she is. Stay. Away. "You can stay over at my apartment until you patch things up with Chase," Thirteen repeated, flashing a caring smile back at her troubled friend. "If you want to of course. I won't force you."

"You sure? I'd feel terrible barging into your place. I could always stay at my parents' house."

"It's fine. I have a guest room in my apartment. You can stay in there."

"Oh my God. Thirteen, you're the best!" Allison exclaimed, hopping out of her chair. She quickly ran around the table and practically pounced onto the younger doctor. Thirteen almost fell out of her chair, but laughed, "It's fine, don't mention it."

"Sorry, I'm a hugger," Cameron apologized, keeping her foolishly bright grin.

"It's okay. I'm all for free hugs," Thirteen replied. "So when do you want to move in?"

"Um…is tonight alright?"

"After work?"

"After work would be amazing."

"Sure thing."

"You're awesome!" Allison shouted, giving Thirteen another hug.

"Thanks," Thirteen smiled back. The brunette wasn't the type of person to smile that often, especially towards one person. It was a bit strange to her that she was smiling this much. Maybe she was just becoming a happier person.

A/N: Alright guys, it's kind of long, but I guess that will have to make up for my absence. Once again, I'm super sorry and I hope to be working on this soon. I have two more days of final exams and then I'll practically be done with the year so I'll get to work on this. I'll try my hardest to finish another chapter soon. Bye!