A/N: So, I'm not sure how I feel about this yet. It's just an idea that popped into my head this weekend upon starting to see the V-day fics. I hope this is at least enjoyable, leave me some feedback if something is off or whatever! Everything goes to its rightful owners.
Valentine's day, often known as the most romantic holiday of the year, that is, if you had a significant other to spend it with. To the rest of the world, it was simply just another day of the week. And that's exactly what it was to a tall brunette doctor known as Thirteen, simply another day of the week.
The one holiday House had to let us go home early on, the internist cursed in her head as she pulled open the door to one of her favorite bars. As her eyes scanned around the place, she nearly sighed with relief upon discovering its near emptiness. She was still early enough in the night to avoid the crowds and the other wallowing singles.
Pulling out a barstool, she sat and flagged down the bartender. Before she could give him her order though, he set down a martini in front of her that she couldn't identify. She raised her eyebrows at him questioningly.
The bartender pointed a thumb over his shoulder to the opposite side of the bar. Thirteen peered around the man to find a pretty raven haired woman staring her down, she winked flirtatiously. Thirteen raised the glass in thanks before taking a sip. Looking over the rim of the glass, she let her eyes scan over the other occupants, briefly wondering if any of them would be worth taking home. Her eyes stopped on a booth in a darkened corner and she choked upon seeing the person sitting in it.
Thirteen bent over coughing while she tried to catch her breath. She looked around once she had composed herself, and blushed slightly finding several people staring at her. Glancing back to the booth, her gray blue eyes met teal ones. Well, can't just look away now, she thought, standing up from her stool and grabbing her glass before making her way to the booth.
Once she made it to the booth, she stood in front of it, not sure whether she should sit or not. "Cameron," the brunette greeted, with a half smile.
"Thirteen," the blonde returned, looking up at her. She was wearing dark skinny jeans, a light pink v -neck, and a white cami, with heels. Thirteen was trying her best to keep her eyes on the blonde's face and not where Cameron's cami had slid down an inch. She had always found the ER head to be attractive.
The brunette shifted slightly. Cameron's eyes widened slightly before saying, "You can sit if you'd like."
Thirteen nodded and slid into the opposite side of the booth. They stared at each other for a moment before Thirteen said, "So, what're you doing here? I thought you went back to Chicago?"
The blonde looked thoughtful for a moment, as if pondering something. "Not…exactly. That's just what I told Chase…"
The brunette raised a curved eyebrow as she drained the rest of the martini. "Oh?"
"Yeah…I couldn't bring myself to leave. I mean, I was back in Chicago for awhile, but then my parents kept trying to get me together with practically every single young adult they knew."
"Oh," was all Thirteen could think of to say. "…that sucks."
The blonde laughed at her words, and Thirteen found herself smiling at the sound.
"It definitely got old very quickly," Cameron agreed. "What sucked the most if that most of them were very nice…I just wasn't ready. I don't know if I'll ever be ready."
"So, no V-day plans tonight then?"
Cameron cleared her throat. "I actually did have plans…"
"Why didn't you say something?" Thirteen said, starting to get up. "Wouldn't want him to get the wrong idea…"
"No!" Cameron reached out and grabbed her wrist. Thirteen looked down at their almost interlocked hands, feeling butterflies in her stomach, something she hadn't felt in awhile. Crap.
The blonde blushed profusely, pulling her arm back quickly. Thirteen found herself disappointed at their now lack of contact. "Sorry, I meant… I had plans, but it seems my date decided he had better things to do."
Thirteen felt anger surge through her. How could someone do that to her? "You've been stood up?" she demanded.
Cameron's eyes widened slightly at her tone. They hadn't been exactly friends at PPTH. "It looks like I have…He was supposed to show up an hour ago."
"What an idiot," Thirteen mumbled to herself.
"What do you mean?" Cameron asked intrigued.
"Anyone who purposely misses a chance to get you to themselves is obviously an idiot," Thirteen ranted. "I mean, the past fifteen minutes I've spent with you is the most fun I've had all month! I would kill the have the whole night with you." The brunette's eyes widened as she realized what she had just said. She glanced up at the blonde.
Cameron was staring at her, eyes wide, with her cheeks bright red. Thirteen couldn't help but find her absolutely adorable.
"Why don't you then?" Cameron asked timidly.
"Why don't I what?" Thirteen returned.
"Spend the rest of the night with me? That is, if you don't have any plans…I don't have any plans, and I've enjoyed talking with you tonight too."
The brunette stared at Cameron, surprised. "Okay," was all she said.
Cameron nodded, a smile growing on her face. "Okay," she repeated. She bit her lip nervously as a smirk slowly crossed the other woman's face. "What?"
"You wanna get outta here?" Thirteen questioned her, the smirk never leaving her face.
"Sure…" she replied hesitantly, quickly sliding out of the booth. She reached for her purse to grab a few dollar bills to throw onto the table.
"I've got it," the brunette responded, throwing a ten onto the table for both her and Cameron.
"You don't have to do that," Cameron protested, even though Thirteen had already started walking towards the door. She quickened her pace to catch up.
"I know," the brunette responded, pushing open the door. Cameron held out her hand to catch the door; expecting Thirteen to let it go once she was out, but was instead pleasantly surprised to find the taller woman holing it open for her.
"Thank you," the ER head replied sincerely, referring to both situations, shooting the younger woman a grateful smile.
Why must she be so damn beautiful? "No problem," Thirteen replied. "You want to get something to eat? There's this great Chinese place around the block…"
"Chinese sounds great," the blonde said, wrapping her arms around herself as the wind picked up. "Are we walking?"
Thirteen nodded, "If you don't mind."
"Not at all."
They walked in silence. Thirteen was watching Cameron out of the corner of her eye. During their walk, the blonde had moved closer, trying to block some of the wind that was blowing right at them.
"Cold, Cameron?" Thirteen asked with a playful smirk.
"You can c-c-call me Allison," the blonde replied, stuttering slightly from shivering. "And god, yes, it's freezing!"
"It's not that cold," Thirteen replied in a light tone. She shrugged out of her light jacket and handed it to Allison. "You can call me Remy."
Allison's eyes lit up upon receiving the jacket, making Remy's heart speed up. She lengthened her strides when she saw their destination and pulled the first door open for Allison. She was rewarded with another gracious smile. The blonde started reaching for the second door when Remy yelled out a quick, "No!" which made Allison turn to her with wide eyes.
Remy shot her a sheepish smirk and walked past Allison to also pull open the second door for her. Allison stood there, staring at Remy with an emotion the brunette couldn't quite place. "Thank you," she said softly, her eyes shining, before walking through the door.
Remy could barely keep herself from grinning. She paused for a minute before mentally smacking herself. Get a hold of yourself, Rem. She's straight, remember? That doesn't mean I can't treat her right, the other part of her argued.
"Remy?" Allison asked, touching her arm softly. Remy jerked out of her thoughts to find Allison and a waitress staring at her.
"Sorry, what did you say?"
"She asked whether we wanted a booth or a table…" the blonde searched her face, worry in her eyes. "Do you care?"
"Whatever you want," the brunette replied, smiling softly at the blonde. Remy noted with satisfaction that as Allison was turning away, a slight blush was creeping into her cheeks.
The waitress led them over to a small table in the back of the restaurant before setting menu's on their tables and leaving. Once they sat, Allison immediately pulled out her glasses and started looking over the menu. Remy folded her arms across the table and watched the blonde, knowing already exactly what she wanted. The brunette smiled to herself as Allison furrowed her eyebrows at some unknown dish she came across.
Finally feeling eyes on her, Allison looked up to find Remy staring at her. "What?" Allison asked, self-consciously.
"I think you look really cute when you wear your glasses," Remy blurted. Oops.
Allison blushed, but let a smile cross her face. "What are you getting?" she asked, ignoring the comment.
"The beef rice dinner," Remy replied immediately. "It's to die for." When Allison wrinkled her nose slightly, Remy added in disbelief, "You don't like beef?"
"Not in Chinese form, no…"
Remy scoffed, "What is wrong with you? They have it in chicken and shrimp too."
Allison shot her a mock glare. "I think I'll get the chicken…"
The waitress walked back over. "Ready to order, ladies? Will you be ordering off of our couples special?"
Remy bit back a laugh as she turned to look at Allison whose eyes had widened ever so slightly. "No, we're not-"
"Sure, why not?" Allison answered, cutting the brunette off. Remy's stared at Allison questioningly, who in return, only smirked and gave the waitress her order.
What is she doing? It probably doesn't mean anything. But what if it does? The brunette was too busy having an internal debate with herself to realize the waitress had walked off.
"Earth to Remy," Allison said, snapping her fingers in front of the other woman's face, before resting her head on her knuckles as she propped her arms up on their elbows.
"Hm? Oh, where'd she go?"
"She left," Allison said laughing. "I ordered for you, I hope you don't mind."
"I don't…" she hesitated before asking. "What was that?"
The blonde's eyes sparkled at her over the rim of the glass of water she was currently taking a sip of. "What was what?" she returned after swallowing.
"The 'couple's special.'"
"Figured it could save us a few bucks," she answered shrugging, not meeting the other woman's eyes anymore.
Remy stared at the blonde. Why don't I believe what she just said? "I don't believe you." Why do I keep blurting out everything tonight?
Allison glanced up at her and opened her mouth to say something when the waitress brought their food. "That was fast," she remarked, reaching for a fork.
"What are you doing?"
"Eating…?" Allison responded confused.
"You don't eat Chinese food with a fork, Cameron."
"You do when you don't have good luck with chopsticks, Hadley."
"Here," Remy reached across the table to grab one of Allison's hands. Since she was busy trying to place the chopstick in the blonde's hand just right, Remy didn't notice the blonde's eyes darken slightly. "Now you hold the other one like this…and there! You'll be a pro in no time," she pulled her hands back with a grin, reaching to grab another pair.
Allison fumbled with the foreign objects. Even after Remy instructing her countless times, she couldn't manage to hold something in them long enough to get it to her mouth.
Remy laughed, standing up.
"Where are you going?" Allison asked.
"No where," Remy said, walking to stand behind Allison. "Let me help you a few times."
"What-" Allison started to ask, but stopped short when Remy bent down and grabbed her hand. The taller woman mirrored Allison's hand position on top of her hand. The blonde's breath hitched as she felt air from Remy exhaling brush her neck.
"See, you do it like this…" the brunette maneuvered the blonde's hand until a piece of chicken was in front of the blonde's face. "Open," she commanded playfully.
Allison giggled slightly before Remy moved the piece of chicken so it was in the blonde's mouth. "Mmm," Allison hummed, eyes falling shut.
"It's good?" Remy questioned, trying to keep her voice normal.
"Very. You want some?" Allison asked turning to face her. When she did, Allison found her face inches away from the other woman's. They stared at each other for a minute, both of their hearts hammering. Allison let her eyes trail across the brunette's face. Remy had a scar on her right cheek the blonde had never noticed before. Granted, she had never been this close to the brunette before. Her eyes trailed down to her lips. She subconsciously started leaning towards the other woman, eyes sliding shut again. She heard Remy take a breath, and could feel her getting closer. She felt the tip of her nose brush her own before someone cleared their throat. Eyes shooting open, she looked towards the noise.
"Refill?" the waitress asked.
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-
"I can't believe you stabbed me with your fork!"
"You kept stealing my chicken!" Allison protested.
The taller woman turned to her companion, jutting out her lip slightly in a pout as they walked back towards their cars. "You left a mark."
The blonde rolled her eyes, "I did not."
"Did too," Remy argued. She grinned at the blonde. "Where are you working now?"
"This little pediatric clinic on the other side of town," she said with a shrug.
Remy nodded and they fell into a comfortable silence as they walked the rest of the distance to their cars, both dreading that they would be parting ways. The brunette followed Allison to her car.
Allison turned towards her as she leaned against the front of her car, a smile on her lips. "I had fun."
"Me too," Remy answered, walking over to stand next to her. Allison reached forward to grab her hand, making Remy's heart stop beating for a minute, before she slumped with some disappoint as she watched Allison examining the finger she stabbed.
"I really did leave a mark," Allison observed, frowning. "Sorry about that."
"I shouldn't have been stealing your chicken," she said with a smile. She watched with baited breath as Allison pulled her hand closer and placed a chaste kiss to the wound.
"Better?" she asked with a wink.
Remy swallowed thickly before nodding silently. This woman was doing crazy things to her.
"I suppose I should give this back," Allison said slowly, referring to the jacket she was wearing with their still interlocked hands.
Not wanting to lose her small physical contact with the blonde, Remy said, "You don't have to. Not yet, at least."
Allison turned to her questioningly, a smile on her face.
"Just think of it like this," she explained. "If you don't give it back now, then we can meet up again at another time so you can give it back," her eyes were shining with humor.
The blonde shoved her with her shoulder slightly, causing the both of them to laugh. "Okay, you got yourself a deal."
"I should get going then," Remy said with reluctance, pushing off Allison's car. "See you," she shot a smile at the blonde.
"Hey," Allison protested behind her. Remy immediately spun around, giving her her full attention. "You didn't give me your number."
"Right," the tall woman walked back closer to her. "You have a pen?"
"No…but…" Allison dug out her phone, "just go ahead and enter it." Remy took the phone from her and pushed a few buttons before giving it back. "Thanks."
"Night, Cameron," Remy said with a wink before starting to turn towards her own car.
"Wait," Allison said quietly, reaching out to grab the brunette's sleeve. Once again, Remy turned to face her. The blonde pushed herself off of her car until she was inches away from the brunette. She quickly reached up slightly and placed a soft kiss on her cheek. "Night, Thirteen," Allison responded with a small smile before getting into her car and driving off.
Remy stood there a few moments, hand trailing up to touch her cheek. Even though the blonde's car had already disappeared, the spot where her lips had touched still tingled. The brunette concluded two things as she turned and walked towards her car. One, she hoped Allison called her to determine when she would be getting her jacket back very soon and two, that guy that ditched her, really was an idiot.