A/N: Hey there! How's everyone doing?
As you can see, this is me again! Are you tired of me yet?
This fic, however, is different from all my previous ones, mainly because I'm writing it under request. A very sweet girl named Hana (a.k.a. flooj9235) was a bit out of her mind and decided that I was skilled enough to write something using the wonderful plot she's thought of. So, that's what this is!
Which means nothing of it is really mine, if you didn't figure that one out already. Nor the show, or the characters, or even the plot. I'm just... wait, what am I doing here again? Lol
Also, I'd like to finish this note with a dedication: This fic goes to Hana, for her enormous kindness in both letting me write it and helping me out with my English. You rock, girl! =)
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Remy Hadley left the locker room, after having showered and changed. She was off for the day, having solved the last case after days and nights of research and testing. She needed a drink. Walking to the front door, she left the Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital, heading towards her car and to her favorite place. The woman was completely oblivious to the fact that, from a corner, another doctor watched her every step.
Later that night, two women, one drunk, and one almost sober, stumbled into the intern's apartment, attached at the lips. Thirteen led the other brunette toward the bedroom, stripping off her partner's clothing as she did.
After many moans, whimpers and cries, a drunk Thirteen collapsed into the brunette's arms, a lazy, sated smile on her face. She nuzzled herself against her companion's chest, quickly falling asleep.
The brunette lay there for a while, enjoying being able to hold the other woman in her arms after making love to her. Finally, when she was sure that Thirteen was sound asleep, the girl extracted herself from the young doctor's arms and began picking up her clothes.
When she was dressed, the brunette headed out of her partner's apartment and headed toward the street, flagging a taxi. She told the driver her address, closing her eyes and resting her head against the headrest with a sigh.
After a short drive, the cab pulled up to the brunette's apartment complex, the driver alerting his passenger of their arrival with a quiet cough.
Paying her fee, the woman climbed out of the cab and made her way into her condo. She cautiously opened the door, relieved when she heard her boyfriend's snoring from the bedroom. Closing the door softly, she walked up to her coat closet and pulled a box out from the behind a few others. She paused before opening it to make sure her boyfriend was still asleep, then opened it and quickly pulled off her wig.
Allison Cameron shook out her blonde tresses, tucking the wig into the box and shoving it back into the closet quickly, making sure it was hidden behind the other boxes. She sighed and shut the door, leaning against it for a moment. Part of her wished she didn't have to sneak around that way, but the other part told her that Chase couldn't know about any of this. She'd already accepted his proposal, after all; they simply hadn't set a date for the wedding yet.
The blonde was very glad for that: she had promised herself she'd give up this fixation with Thirteen the moment she said "I do". In the end, she considered marriage to be a very serious commitment, and cheating on her husband wasn't something she would feel good about. Not that she felt fine cheating on her fiancé, but it was different. Every time she thought about it, the woman would try and convince herself that all she was doing was just to prepare herself to forget Remy Hadley for good.
She closed her eyes, picturing the intern and letting a smile come to her face. She'd noticed the younger woman almost immediately after House hired her, and had found herself completely intrigued and infatuated with her. Being with Chase had put a damper on Cameron's getting to know Thirteen, of course, but that hadn't stopped her. She'd bought special sets of clothes that Allison Cameron would never wear, a few wigs, and a bunch of makeup. She'd become a master of disguise and had tricked Thirteen over and over again, being helped by the fact that her younger counterpart was never sober. Tonight was definitely not the first time they'd slept together.
"Each time I end up in bed with her", she thought, "is one step closer to leaving her". She actually compared it to quitting cigarettes: she'd do it almost every day in the beginning, when Robert and her were taking a break; then, when they were officially dating, it was about once every two or three days; when he proposed, she resorted to seeking for the brunette twice a week, on the days Chase had to work late. When they got married, she had the firm intent to stop seeing her completely. However, that was something she wasn't ready to do yet.
Somehow, she'd managed to develop feelings for Thirteen. Strange, considering that they never really talked much, but the young, mysterious brunette stirred something in her. She couldn't name those feelings, but many times, when she was lying in bed with the intern in her arms, Cameron found herself wishing she was single and bolder so that they might strike up a friendship or maybe even something more. She wanted to get to know the other woman better, to find out what was behind the mask she wore to work everyday. Somehow, she knew there was much more to her than what the eyes could see: she sensed there was a certain depth to Thirteen, as if she'd been through hell and back. 'Just like me', she concluded, the first time that realization struck her.
After a moment, she got to her feet and headed toward the bedroom, shedding her jacket and tossing it onto the couch as she passed. The ER head changed into her pajamas, slipping into bed beside hey fiancé. The Australian didn't even stir, rolling over to face away from Cameron a moment later. The woman sighed and curled up on her side of the bed, drifting off into a restless sleep full of dreams of her lover.