THIS IS JUST A LITTLE THING I CAME UP WITH. I'M TAKING ANOTHER SHOT AT HOUSE, EVEN THOUGH MY LAST ONE WAS A BIG FLOP. IF ANYONE CAN GIVE ME ANY INPUT ON THE CHARACTERS, THAT WOULD BE GREAT, THANKS. I'M A RELATIVELY NEW VIEWER, SO I'M STILL WORKING ON THE CHARACTERIZATION. PLEASE REVIEW J

Thirteen was sitting at the table, fighting tears. To match her mood, rain angrily smacked at the windows, and thunder roared from somewhere off in the distance. Outside of the dark room, the rest of the hospital was bustling with life. Had she still have her peripheral vision, Thirteen would've seen that Foreman was standing at the door, hesitating on the threshold.

Taking a deep breath, Foreman entered. He was quite clear that his ex-girlfriend didn't want company, but he still went in. They may not be in a relationship anymore, but he still cared. Actually, the whole team did, even House (though he would never admit it). He walked over as quietly as he could, and placed a hand on her shoulder. She jumped slightly, but didn't look at him.

"Hey." He said quietly. This was one of the few times that he held emotion in his voice. Well, she actually just had that effect on him.

"What?" She asked, her tone making clear her resentment for his being there.

"I'd ask if you're ok, but I know what your answer is, so I'm just gonna say you're not, so can we move on from there and pretend you said that you weren't?" Foreman asked, hoping to lighten the mood slightly.

"Foreman, I'm fine." Thirteen said, standing up to walk past him. He stuck out his arm without even turning his head, gently pulling her back.

"Let go." She said, trying to yank her arm free. He wouldn't budge.

"Something happened." He stated, looking at her. She avoided his gaze, confirming his theory.

"Nothing happened." She said, again trying to get out of his grasp. Instead, he moved both hands to her shoulders, forcing her to look at him.

"Remy…" He said, letting a large amount of concern play across his face.

"Foreman, don't push, ok? It has nothing to do with you." She said, trying to twist away. Well, he had gotten somewhere, her admitting that something was up.

"You'd feel better if you talk, and I want to help. Is it the Huntington's again?" He asked.

"No." She said, looking down.

"House say something?"

"No." She laughed a little.

"Tell me, Remy." He said, using her given name. That had gotten him somewhere before.

"Eric, please." Thirteen finally begged, needing so badly to just get out of there so she could go cry.

"What's wrong? It's just you and me, no one else. Only the nurses are here, and it's only Rebecca and Audrey. And they're not gonna come down here. Thirteen, come on." Foreman prodded.

"This is just something I need to do alone, ok? Can you please respect that?" Thirteen questioned.

"I could, but I won't. Something's wrong with you, and I care. Actually, Taub commented on how little you were saying today, and House thought that you broke up with a girlfriend. We're worried." He explained. Thirteen sighed, and sat down.

"My dad died." She said, then took a shaky breath.

"Thirteen…" Was all Foreman could say.

"It was random. He was crossing the street, and a tour bus hit him." She continued, fighting tears again.

"I'm sorry. About your dad." Foreman said.

"Thanks." She said, then sighed again.

"Are you ok?" Foreman asked after a minute.

"I guess." She replied.

"I'm sorry I pushed. I didn't think it was anything like this. And talking helps, you know. If you ever want to talk about anything." Foreman said.

"It's ok. I know you were just trying to help." She said, skipping responding to the talk about it part. He understood when she didn't say anything about that.

"So… You want to talk about it? Or anything?" Foreman asked.

"What is there to talk about?" She asked.

"I don't know. I was just thinking that maybe you want to talk or something. I know a lot's going on." He explained.

"Why are you so insistent on me talking about it?" She asked, getting up to pace.

"You never talk about anything. You might bring it up, but it's almost always as an example or to talk a patient into taking the treatment." Foreman said.

"So you think that to stop this non-existent self destructive path, I need to talk about things?" She asked, with a hint of sarcasm.

"Only based on research from well respected universities and psychologists." Foreman deadpanned.

"I appreciate your concern, but I'm fine." She said, starting to get up to signal the end of the conversation.

"You stay up all night partying, you do drugs, does that sound fine to you?" Foreman asked, preparing to pull her back again.

"How did we go from 'I don't want to talk' to 'you're on a self destructive path'?" She asked, getting annoyed.

"I know that you're gonna do all that stuff more than usual now." Foreman said, letting the words sink in.

"Oh, I see. Cause the last person that understands what I'm going through died? Then the answer is yes." She said, yanking open the door.

"I understand, Remy!" Foreman called, desperate to keep her in the room. He really wanted to be the one person she let help her.

"You didn't see what it did to my mom. You have no idea how bad it gets, or how hard it was on my dad." She explained, coming back in to talk to Foreman.

"I'm sure I can't possibly imagine. I have seen people with it, though. But you have no idea what will be discovered." Foreman said, hoping to give her hope.

"I'm scared." She whispered. Foreman was slightly shocked; he hadn't expected her to say that. She never admitted to weakness.

"About what?" He asked. There were many possibilities.

"I don't want to lose control. My mom was horrible. I'm not even scared of dying anymore, it's just I'm scared about what's going to happen. All the pain, and…" She trailed off and just broke down. She had managed to keep it off her mind most of the time (though some of the strategies weren't the healthiest in the world), and her dad's death was, sadly, a welcome distraction. But then it reminded her of her mom, and it just made like a snowball rolling down a hill from there.

"It's ok." Foreman said, pulling her into an embrace. "You're strong, and tough, and stubborn. You're not going to go down without a fight." He said, rubbing circles on her back.

"Yeah. Real strong." She said sarcastically.

"You do realize you're acting normal, right? You're dying, and your dad just died. It's normal." Foreman said.

"Thanks." She said sincerely.

"No problem. You want to be alone, now?" He asked. She nodded. He got up and left. He wasn't going to have to worry about her tonight.

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