Quagmire

Chapter 1

A/N: A new story idea I had. Please leave a review with your comments, bad or good! Also, if you haven't, check out my other Cadley story, Sold. Thank you and enjoy : )

"We have a problem." Remy Hadley stood shaking in Chase's doorway. Her usually calm composure was replaced by a distantly eyed, frightened mess. Her hand gripped the doorframe, her red eyes dropping to the floor before meeting Chase's, but only for a second.

Chase gulped. "What is it?" The question wasn't really a question because he knew as well as she did what they were now up against.

"Chase," Remy ran a hand through her messy hair, inhaling a gulp of air before continuing. "I'm pregnant."

1 Month Earlier

"How does it feel to be, the other woman?" House came up behind Remy in the hallway. Remy made an effort to propel herself forward, faster. House's cane could only move so quickly.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Remy replied, pretending to sift through the papers in a file she was holding. House managed to cut in front of her, forcing Remy to double step to regain her balance.

House grabbed the folder, making Remy roll her eyes and cross her hands over her chest. "You stole Cameron from the clutches of her Australian husband. That is called being the other woman."

"I did not steal anyone." Remy replied. "They were divorced before I ever made a move."

"Ah, but that's where you're wrong." House pressed. "Those vixen eyes of yours stalked Cameron long before she dumped Chase."

"House, why is this your business?" Remy pushed past House, making an effort to reach the elevator before it closed.

"Everything that happens with my ducklings is my business." House responded matter-of-factly. When they reached the elevator, Remy turned around before entering.

"I think you should focus your attention on something more constructive." Remy took a step back and before House could respond, the elevator closed, making Remy and her smirk disappear behind the silver doors.

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"House was talking about you today." Remy chuckled as she plopped down on Allison Cameron's couch.

"Oh really?" Cameron responded from the kitchen. She was shaking a hot bag of popcorn, ensuring that all the kernels popped. "That's always a good thing." She added sarcastically as she attempted to clutch two glasses of wine in her fingers.

"Do you need help over there?" Remy asked, watching her girlfriend.

"Got it," Cameron replied, finally balancing everything properly.

The blonde doctor entered the living room and sat down next to Remy.

"Thank you very much," Remy exaggerated as she grabbed her wine glass.

"So what was House saying?" Cameron rested one elbow on the back of her couch and shifted her body to face her brunette companion.

"Do I have vixen eyes?" Remy interjected. Cameron raised an eyebrow questioningly and then giggled.

"Yea, I suppose." Cameron answered, taking a sip from her glass.

"Well, there you go then." Remy winked.

"I'm not following you…" Cameron furrowed her eyebrows.

"House said that I pulled you away from Chase using my feminine wiles." Remy rolled her eyes and took a sip of wine.

"Namely your eyes…?" Cameron followed along with a chuckle. Remy shrugged as if to say, 'I guess'. Cameron smiled widely. "Well, that was a deciding factor," Cameron joked as she touched her forehead to Remy's. "Most definitely a deciding factor." Cameron added when Remy purposely fixed her light grey orbs into Cameron's deep blue ones.

Remy pulled back and grinned. "Well, I'm glad." She reached forward to grab the television remote on the coffee table. "Let's begin the movie, shall we?"

The television flicked on and Remy lay back on the couch, wrapping her arm protectively around Cameron's waist.

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"Not again," Cameron groaned as Cuddy handed her another patient file from the ER's ever growing pile.

"Sorry, Allison." Cuddy said. "We're swamped tonight. Last one, promise." She gave the younger woman a reassuring smile then left to attend to a patient that was complaining about a missing towel. Cameron decided that if Cuddy could downgrade to practically a nurse for the night, she could do her own job as well.

Cameron huffed out as she placed her elbows on the front desk and rested her head in her hands to read the file. This was the third time she had thought she was done for the night. Her feet felt like they were swelling and her head was pounding. She just wanted to sleep.

Cameron rubbed her temples as she tried to focus her eyes enough to recognize the letters that spelled out the patients name. Duncan Flores. Or could that be Donald Flames? God damnit. Cameron tried again to focus when she felt a finger poke her right shoulder. She looked up to see Remy standing there with a cup of hot coffee. Cameron was so grateful that she could have jumped the taller brunette right then and there.

Cameron didn't say anything as she took the cup from her girlfriend's hand. She took a big gulp and closed her eyes blissfully.

"I'll take that as a 'thank you'." Remy chuckled, watching the older woman practically chug the drink. "Don't burn yourself." Remy said as she placed her hand on the cup, pushing it down to slow the flow of liquid into Cameron's mouth. "Those lips will be useless to me if they are in excruciating pain." She laughed as Cameron nodded, almost as if submitting the younger woman's orders. God she was tired.

"How are you so peppy?" Cameron asked. "I feel like I'm going to fall down if I let go of this table." Cameron sipped the coffee more conservatively as she watched the brunette.

"I've been sitting in a chair, talking about a patient with a rare form of tuberculosis for the past 4 hours." Remy replied, sticking her hands in the pockets of her white lab coat. "With the exception of sitting in observation rooms while administering tests." She took a look around the crowded ER lobby. It seemed to have gained more people since she came in. "You need help, correct?" Remy raised an eyebrow at Cameron. Cameron sighed thankfully.

"I love you." Cameron said nonchalantly, immediately realizing that she had not said that to Remy yet. This wasn't exactly how she had imagined doing it. Remy blinked, surprised for a second, then realized that Cameron was just being thankful, and tried to brush it off.

"Yea, so what file do you have?" Remy replied, trying to change the subject. Cameron couldn't have been more relieved when she did.

"Umm, either…." Cameron squinted, the letters dancing on the page. "Damien Flint…" She pulled the paper closer. "… or Darwin Frael."

Remy raised her eyebrow to the woman, amused. "Perhaps you mean, Dylan Forks."

"Oh, goodness…" Cameron took her middle finger and thumb and messaged the sides of her nose.

Remy rubbed Cameron's shoulder, receiving a relaxed sigh from the woman. "Why don't you go sleep in the lounge, I'll cover you here."

"No, I should stay." Cameron replied. "And Cuddy said this is the last one."

"Cameron," Remy said, unusually using Allison's last name. "Look around," She put as nicely as possible. "Go sleep, I'll come by to get you when I'm done." Remy gave her a half smile and a comforting squeeze on the arm. Cameron left with an exhausted smile.

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At the end of what was supposed to be Cameron's shift, Remy decided that she didn't understand how Cameron could possibly function normally every day. Life in the ER was so hectic and stressful. Remy was overjoyed to be done and headed to the elevator. As she was pressing the up arrow to go to the floor with the doctors' lounge, she saw a familiar blonde head out of the corner of her eye.

"Shit," Remy mumbled under her breath, pressing the button harder as if that would make it speed up. She pressed it repeatedly with her thumb, begging it to open. She hid her face behind her hair and slipped into the elevator smoothly as it opened. And as quickly as she entered, she pressed the number for the diagnostic wing and doctors' lounge. As the doors started to close, Remy let out a sigh of relief.

"Thirteen!" Chase raised his hand as the elevator was about to close. "Hold the elevator!" He jumped in right in time. Remy forced a smile when they met eyes.

"Hello Chase." She said politely, cursing whoever had the great idea to make the ER a whole five floors below the diagnostic wing.

It was awkward enough for Remy to work with Chase after him and Cameron broke up. It was even more awkward after Remy and Cameron had started dating. That also became the ultimate reason that Chase left the diagnostic department and went back to mainly doing surgeries.

"I don't want you to feel weird." Chase said out of the blue. "I'm fine with everything."

Remy was slightly taken aback. She pursed her lips and eyed the floor counter; three more to go.

"That's very heroic of you…" Remy said, not really knowing what would have been the better response.

"Are you going to see her now?" Chase asked hesitantly.

Remy raised an eyebrow. "Fine with everything, huh?" She teased. Chase looked almost ashamed. Remy immediately regretted her words. "Yes." She nodded. "I'm going to see her now."

"Oh, good," Chase replied, his voice trailing off.

Remy was about to say something but the elevator ding interrupted her. She gave Chase an awkward but nice closed mouth smile and began to step out the elevator. As it closed, she could feel Chase's eyes borrowing into her back. She shook it off and continued to her destination.