Cameron stared at her face in the mirror. She looked tired, which she was. She was fucking exhausted as a matter of fact. Sighing, she reached into her bag and drew out a make-up kit, taking a minute to apply some lip gloss and mascara. If Chase was going to make the effort to take her out on a date, she figured she should make the effort to look half-decent.

Thirteen cornered her as she exited the locker room. "Want to get those drinks you mentioned?" she questioned.

"Can't. Dinner plans." Cameron apologised. "Another night?"

"Aww, c'mon. We can do late drinks."

Cameron looked at her watch. She was meeting Chase in half an hour. She had the next day off. Dinner with Chase often drove her to drinking. She sighed. "I'll call you when I'm done, okay?"

Thirteen grinned. "Absolutely"

Cameron swirled her wine around her glass, only half paying attention to whatever Chase was saying. She was sure it was about soccer…or one of the surgeries he'd performed today…or their relationship. She just nodded or smiled at appropriate intervals, which seemed to keep Chase happy.

She took a bite of her mashed potatoes, her thoughts on drinks with Thirteen later. She wondered what the other woman wanted to talk about, if anything. With Thirteen, it was entirely possible she just wanted company for drinks.

"…so anyway, what do you think?" Chase asked, evidently proud of what he'd just said.

Cameron looked up and blinked, blindsided. She smiled sweetly. "Sorry, I missed that."

Chase frowned. "Does that sound alright with you?"

Cameron pondered. He was happy, so a positive response was the way she knew she would go, but she had no idea what she was agreeing to. She let her smiled widen. "It sounds perfect." She reached over and caressed his hand.

"I'm looking forward to it. It's a great resort." Chase squeezed her hand. "Three whole days of relaxation"

Cameron panicked. What had she just agreed to?! "What about our shifts?" she questioned.

Wrong thing to say. Chase took his hand away. "You haven't heard a word I've said in the last fifteen minutes, have you? I told you I sorted all that out with Cuddy." his posture was rigid, angry.

"I…" Cameron tried to backtrack but couldn't really come up with anything. She looked down. "Look, I'm sorry. I told you I was too tired for this."

"Too tired for dinner with your boyfriend? Too tired to have a fucking conversation?" Chase hissed.

"Yes." Cameron crossed her arms defensively. "I'm exhausted, to be quite honest."

Chase threw his arms in the air. "And I'm not?"

Cameron sighed. "I didn't say that. Please don't put words in my mouth."

"Fine. Let's just finish and go back to my place." Chase went back to eating.

Cameron winced. This was not going to go down well. "I'm going to sleep at my place on my own tonight."

Chase set down his glass far more harshly than required. "Again?!" he demanded. "That's the third time this week."

"Yeah; Well, I live there." Cameron snapped. Did he have to judge everything she did?!

They finished dinner quickly, and in silence.

"I'll call you tomorrow, okay?" Chase questioned as Cameron started towards her car. She nodded and left without saying anything. Sitting in her car, she contemplated for a moment before pulling out her phone.

"Hello?" Thirteen's voice echoed across the line.

"Hey, it's me" she answered.

"That was a fast dinner."

"Yeah…Things didn't go all that well." Cameron sighed. "How about those drinks you mentioned?"

"Want to come over? I'm feeling lazy." Thirteen invited.

"Sure." Curling up on a couch with a glass of something was exactly what she needed. She wrote down Thirteen's address and headed out of the restaurant parking lot.

Remy Hadley heard knocking at her front door and turned off the t.v. "Hey!" she stood aside to let Cameron into her apartment.

"Hi" Cameron smiled slightly and slipped out of her shoes.

"Bad night?" Thirteen questioned. She nodded.

"We're arguing a lot right now." Cameron rubbed her eyes tiredly.

"What's your poison?" Thirteen asked. "I have just about everything."

"To be honest, I'd love a glass of wine." Cameron admitted, collapsing onto Thirteen's couch.

"Red or white?" Thirteen headed for the kitchen.

"Red" Cameron decided. Thirteen returned with a bottle of wine, two glasses and a corkscrew.

"We can be girly for one night, right?" Thirteen asked, wrinkling her nose a little as if the thought pained her.

"No-one ever needs to know but us" Cameron agreed. Thirteen pulled out the cork and started pouring.

"So why was Chase being an asshole?" she questioned, sliding a glass towards Cameron.

Cameron sipped gingerly. "I wasn't paying attention to the conversation because I was too tired, which I'd told him, and then he got pissed off." She summarised, then sighed. "I guess its partly justified. I haven't exactly been available lately."

"How so?" Thirteen frowned.

"I just don't have the energy to deal with him all the time, which makes us argue, so then I avoid him, which makes us argue. Basically whatever happens, we argue. I get the feeling if I was much more pliable it would be fine, but I'm not. I'm private and I'm careful and I keep people at a distance." She took another sip of her wine. "I mean, we got in a fight over him getting a drawer, for God's sakes!"

"Well, it's a big step, allowing someone's stuff to have permanent residence in your place." Thirteen commented.

"That's what I said!" Cameron agreed. "And to be honest, the way things are going, not one I want to take with Chase!"

"Fair enough" Thirteen nodded.

Cameron examined the other woman. "How about you?" she questioned. "I heard you bitch out Foreman on the phone."

"Yeah. He's acting like a complete baby. Really immature."

"At work?"

Thirteen nodded. "He just ignores me most of the time…or avoids me. It's kind of annoying when we work together and he did the breaking up."

"He just knows he's in the wrong" Cameron assured her.

"I just hate when personal stuff gets brought into the workplace."

"Me too"

They talked for a while longer, taking time to bitch about House and co-workers over their wine before Cameron stood to go. "Sorry" she apologised. "I'd love to stay, but I really just need some sleep."

"No worries" Thirteen brushed off the apology. "We can always do it again."

"I think we'll have to" Cameron grinned. She liked the younger doctor's spunk.

Thirteen chuckled. "We'll have to keep it on the dl if you don't want to be accused of lesbianism or sabotage."

Cameron rolled her eyes in response.