You've Got Something With Me

Sequel to "You've Got a Friend in Me"

Story Title: You've Got Something With Me

Story Summary: It seems they got more than a friend out of each other. What they got exactly, and whatever that entails is the question. All they know is that they most definitely have something. Camteen.


Author's Starting Notes: Thank you so much for the reviews. It was a breath of fresh air getting those. They let me know that I can return from my own stupidity and still have some loyal people looking out for my work when I do so. Thank you. I also appreciate all the silent readers, though I would love them more if they left reviews.

This next chapter was written on the edge of my writing spree and my mental sabbatical from all things fanfiction. You are now Remy Hadley and out for a day. This, of course, takes place after the previous chapter. It's the last one of my old writing, so, next chapter is the new stuff. You can tell me what you think of the old and the new when you review (to both respectively, I hope). Read and review.

Time Stamp: Posted July 28th, 2009


II: A Pair

Listen to the whisper of the gentle wind. What does it say? Who is it speaking to? Does it share its origin? Or is it as mystic as you are? Listen to the canyons as they sing. Where did they learn their song? How did it come to reach your ears? And, what do these two things have in common?

Well, they're all you can hear now sitting in the bio-dome of some museum or another. The name escapes you at this point in time, but you are sure you have been here before. There is something about this building that seems familiar to you. All the sounds and the scents beckon to you, bringing you deeper and deeper into the environment. It is almost… hypnotizing.

"You enjoying yourself?" comes a rich, Southern accent. You nod, offering a small smile to your dear friend.

"Yeah. Must be something left over from my wandering stages," you affirm.

Lyla, your old college pal, beams at that. Your wandering stage has been over for quite some time. She would know, having been the last person near you during those faithful three months spent abroad, backpacking and hitchhiking your way through Europe.

"There will always be something left over from those days, sweetie. They were good times," she says, "Almost as good as them times you told me about when I first got here."

You duck your head, letting your dark tresses mask your face. Of course she brings that up again.

"Lyla, we are not talking about her," you declare.

"I know we aren't. I am. Sounds like a mighty fun girl that Alison Cameron," Lyla goes on.

"Not really. She's not the type of fun you'd enjoy," you tell her.

"She could be, if you just gave her a chance," Lyla hints.

"She's dating someone, and so am I. She's also straight," you point out.

"If she's so straight, why'd she kiss you?" Lyla asks.

"To get rid of my hiccups. It was a very effective method," you explain.

"She did not kiss you just because you interrupted her rant with little gasps, Remy. She wanted to kiss you. Probably had for a long time if she took that as her opener," informs the amused red-head.

"You don't know Allie, she-"

"Let me know her then. Introduce me to her," Lyla suggests.

"How on Earth would I do that?" you inquire.

"You turn around, wave her over here and say, 'This is Lyla'."

You do, in fact, turn around, and your eyes are graced with the sight of Alison Cameron and her Australian boyfriend. The space between the two of them is noticeable, and you wonder for a moment why that makes you feel a bit better. You track them a bit longer before you decide that speaking with them is the last thing you want to do. No need to make things any more complicated. Sadly, your friend doesn't seem to get the message.

"Is there a doctor in the house?" Lyla calls loudly, attracting the attention of both passing blondes.

"Lyla, shush!" you demand, but it is too late.

"Thirteen?" you hear Chase say. You give him a small smile and a wave. He takes this as an invitation and comes over with Alison in tow.

"Doctors Chase, Cameron," you acknowledge.

"Remy, hi," Alison greets.

"Who's your friend?" Chase asks looking at Lyla. His tone is full of implications. Although you would very much enjoy telling him off for this, you simply place your hand on Lyla's arm and push her forward a bit.

"This is Lyla. She's an old friend who stopped by for a visit," you introduce.

"Pleasure to meet you," Lyla coos, extending her hand towards Chase and Chase alone. You roll your eyes at her behavior.

"Same," Chase replies, as he shakes it. Their hands stay interwoven after the shake, and you take it upon yourself to move this little meet and greet along.

"Lyla, these are Doctors Chase and Cameron from the hospital," you continue, even though she knows who they are already.

"I caught that by the blonde hair and yummy accent, sweetie," Lyla remarks, eyes not straying from Chase's face. You clear your throat. As always, Lyla gets the wrong idea.

"You're a surgeon, right?" Lyla checks. Chase nods, "My doctor did something with my knee the other day in the surgery that I'm a bit worried about. Do you think you could take a look at it?"

"I'm sure I could, if Al would excuse me for a moment," Chase prompts. Alison smiles.

"Go right ahead," she says.

With the accented fellows gone, the room feels considerably tighter. The sounds of the wind and the man-made canyons have melted away, leaving nothing but you and the blonde you have been attempting to avoid for quite some time.

"How have you been?" inquires Alison.

"Okay," you respond.

"What about Foreman? How is he doing?" she adds.

"He's fine too," you say.

"Are you purposely answering in such clipped phrases, or what?" she probes.

"Sorry, this is kind of awkward," you admit.

"It doesn't have to be awkward between us, Remy," she states.

"How can it not be awkward? This is the second time this year I've been here," you share.

"In the museum?" she asks.

"In an awkward spot after a kiss that should have never happened," you clarify.

"Oh."

You can hear the whisper again when silence follows her statement. It sounds different somehow. Rushed, tense, almost like it's going twelve times faster.

"See, it's awkward," you announce softly.

"It still doesn't have to be," she insists, "I was simply using an unorthodox technique to cure a patient. It happens all the time. It's nothing to freak out about."

You know that is a lie. It is definitely something to freak out about. It was a kiss after all. An amazing kiss that didn't last nearly long enough, yet, lasted much too long at the same time. It most definitely was not simply curing a patient. You are sure of that. You won't call her on it, though.

"Yeah, you're right. It worked, anyway," you agree.

"I seem to recall you stating that," she mentions. Your face flushes slightly. That was not your proudest moment.

"I apologize for that," you say.

"No need, let's just put it behind us. It's been three weeks, and we are adults. I think we can handle forgetting a little exchange between friends," she deduces.

"I suppose we can," you conclude.

She smiles, and you return it, just as Chase and Lyla get back over to you.

"That feels much better," praises Lyla, "You're amazing."

"I'm just your average surgeon," Chase humbly replies.

"It was still amazing that you could do that without needing any knives, or equipment. Thanks," she drones.

"You're welcome," he says, then he looks to Alison, "We better keep going. We have dinner at six."

Alison nods with a sad smile.

"Alright. Well, it was good seeing you again, Remy. And, nice meeting you, Lyla," Alison comments.

"You as well," Lyla politely returns.

A small grin towards you, and she is off. Once the two are out of earshot, you turn and smack your friend on the arm.

"Ow!" she exclaims.

"Why did you do that?" you hiss.

Lyla shrugs, mentioning, "Four simply isn't a pair."


Alrighty, I have a new idea, a certain game if you will. The first three reviews of this chapter can view the chapter early (I will send it in a review reply with my writer-to-reader hugs and kisses). The next three get a small sneak peak of the beginning. Strive to be in that top six, and if you fail to be in the top six, still review because they make my day. I want at least eight before I post the next chapter [which I already finished -smiles-].

Question - honestly, how much does the change in POV bother you? I typically stick to one, but with this fic it just seems more natural to switch off…. Do you guys like it, or no? I mean, at this point, you'd probably be used to it, but still I want your opinions on that. Actually, two questions, would any of you guys check out my fanfic Twitter if I made it? It'd be centered mostly on updates about the story process and updates and reviews and such.

Anonymous Review Reply:

Danielle G.- Your review is what's absolutely incredible. Were those dots showing that you're gathering thoughts? I hope so. The avoiding thing was something I planned mostly because of Thirteen's habit of avoiding, or ignoring, things as well as the fact that I had a few themes I could squeeze in if I put that in there. Sulking Cameron seemed to fit in with it. You've got to remember with Chase that he's not so much of a pushover anymore. He displayed a few times in the fifth season that he can be a real hard…butt when he wants to be. I saw him not telling her himself as either he's too busy, or he's just giving her a taste of her own medicine for treating him as practically nonexistent for a while. No one really likes Foreteen. Thank you for the review, and I hope to hear from you again with this chapter.


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