A/N: Not sure if it's a one-shot or not. Thoughts??

Allison Cameron entered the doctor's lounge with a sigh, pleased to find it as she flipped on the light switch. A week of the ER, arguments with Chase, arguments about arguments (with Chase), and trying to drag herself out of bed to do her daily runs left her exhausted, and she was glad that this was her last shift before a couple of days of intensely needed rest. She'd informed Chase she didn't want to see him until after a good sleep and a bit of time to herself. So now it was just pushing through the next four hours. A muffled sob drew her attention to the corner of the room. "Hello?" she questioned, assuming a lost child or a loved one seeking privacy in their grief. She received no response, but noticed the brown hair sticking up above the couch. She made her way over slowly. "I'm Dr. Cameron. Are you all…" the question dropped off as she recognised the person as Remy Hadley. The brunette made a weak attempt to smile at her from her place curled into the couch.

"Trying not to be noticed" she explained.

Cameron nodded. "You got stuck with the night shift?" she offered, knowing the prickly younger doctor wasn't likely to open up.

"Yeah" Thirteen took the question with appreciation.

"Me too" Cameron took a sip of her coffee. She examined the other doctor silently. "You want privacy? I can leave you be."

Thirteen shook her head. "I'd like the company, actually. Take my mind off of things." She reached for her own mug of coffee and grimaced as she found it cold.

"Want me to grab you one?" Cameron offered.

"Would you mind? I kind of look like hell."

"I'll be right back." Cameron made her way to the coffee machine across the hall and inserted a few coins. Foreman came walking quickly towards her as she waited for the machine to finish.

"Have you seen Remy?" he questioned, his face showing a surprising amount of emotion. Cameron shook her head mutely.

"Sorry" she replied, picking up the second cup. "I'll let her know if I see her."

"Thanks." Foreman replied distractedly, and continued down the hall.

Cameron headed back into the doctor's lounge, closing the door. "Foreman's looking for you." She informed the younger woman as she passed her the Styrofoam cup.

"Brilliant" Thirteen muttered bitterly, sipping the coffee. She noticed Cameron watching her and shrugged, sighing. "He broke up with me."

Cameron was surprised. She thought they'd just gotten into a fight or something. "But…" she was confused. "He spent months chasing after you."

"I guess it's easier to think you can handle things before you actually get into them." Thirteen sighed. She caught the raising of Cameron's eyebrows. "He said he wanted to get out before it was too late. Before he cared too much." She glared at the coffee table. "Before my starting to degrade could damage him."

Cameron was outraged on her behalf. "Well, Foreman is an ass." She informed the other woman. "Always has been."

Thirteen nodded. "It's not like I don't understand. I mean, watching my mother die was hell."

Cameron didn't really care. "Foreman knew what he was getting into before he started dating you. I'm sorry, but he really has no excuse."

Thirteen was evidently surprised by the vehemence of her support. "You sound like you've had some experience with this." She commented.

"I married my husband when he was dying of cancer." Cameron informed her honestly.

Thirteen's eyes widened. "Wow."

Cameron smiled and shrugged. "It didn't change the fact that I wanted to marry him. I would have stayed with him until the end either way. Getting married was what we both wanted."

Thirteen hesitated for a moment, then decided to go for it. "How long did he live? After…"

"Six months." Cameron understood why she was asking. She wanted to know if there really was hope for her.

Thirteen nodded silently. They finished their coffee.

"I'm going to go talk to Eric." Thirteen decided.

Cameron smiled. "I should get back to the ER." She stood up. "But if you ever want to grab a drink or something."

Thirteen stood up beside her. "I know where to find you." She smiled in return. "Thanks."

"No problem." Cameron exited the room and headed for the elevator. As the door closed, a loud volley of curses from the doctor's lounge told her that Thirteen had Foreman on the phone. She couldn't help but grin.