A/N Oh my gosh! I got a great reaction to this. So I will be continuing it! Cheers. Well here we go. Just a warning it may take some time to get to the Camteen. But it will come, and it will be great. Oh yeah, and I have this tendency to use italics to represent thought.

Disclaimer: I don't own them. Maybe I should put'em on my Christmas list..?

When Allison woke up she had a slight moment of panic and disorientation. Before remembering where she was, how she had gotten there and the night before. She rolled over and looked at the light streaking in from her window through the thin curtains.

It was early, thank god for cell phone alarms.

Allison peaked out of her room, and down the hall. Wondering if Remy was awake. For some reason she was very self-conscious of Remy seeing her in her pajamas.

She walked down it and into the kitchen. Where she started a search for breakfast food. This was her home now. Remy had made that very clear, and to clear up any food confusion they had decided to split the grocery cost in Allison's rent.

The blonde let out a small cry of victory, and spinning with the cereal box in hand, when she found a box of Fruit Loops. It was kind of adorable that that was the kind of cereal Remy had. Very much like the side of Remy she was beginning to know.

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Remy woke up twisted in her sheets. Usually the product of a nightmare. She had them a lot.

She looked in her full length mirror, and groaned. She looked tired. She always looked tired. She gave her hair a little shake. It was a tangled tousled mess. Not knowing what to do with her new roommate they both had work. Did she wake her if she wasn't already? Let her sleep?

Luckily she didn't have to make that decision, because Allison was up. Eating a bowl of colorful cereal.

"I see you've found my secret. I'm kind of a kid still." Remy said sitting down across from Allison. Who looked a smile on her lips. She had a great smile. She also looked really cute in her plaid flannel pajama pants, and an unnecessarily tight tank top. Was she wearing a bra? No. Kill me now.

"Yeah, I've noticed. You act a lot different outside of work." Allison observed, taking another spoonful of cereal. Remy jumped looking up from Allison chest. Hoping she didn't notice her staring.

"Don't tell House." Remy mock-glared at the blonde across the small kitchen table.

"I won't... If you don't tell him I'm staying here?" Allison gave her a hopeful grin. Reasons for her request flew through Remy's mind.

"Are you ashamed of me?" She teased.

"No. Not at all. It's just House..." She trailed off looking deathly serious.

"I was joking. Of course I won't tell him, and I know why. Your secret living quarters are safe with me." The brunette had started pouring her own cereal at the counter, and turned around to give Allison a charming smile.

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Allison strolled into the entrance to the ER with her box of crap for her office with her chin held high, and pride and grace in her step.

But the truth was, she was scared shitless. She was clenching the cardboard box with a death grip. That just might, break it, and she was ultra aware of everything around her. Hoping she might just make it to her office before anyone noticed.

The ER staff had been told she was coming back the day before, and so lots of people probably already knew. Those nurses gossiped worse than teenage girls.

Cameron sped up and ducked into the cover of her office. It seemed unnaturally clean. Had probably been cleaned the night before. She set her box down on her bare desk, and fell onto the welcoming cushions of her old couch.

The throw pillow smelled overpoweringly like frebreeze. As did the rest of the couch. She bounced her knees. Head spinning. This wasn't going to be easy.

She set to work placing her things back where they had been. Her nameplate was back on her desk. Weird, don't they usually give that to you when you leave?

When she was done she changed into her pink scrubs. They gave her a sense of belonging, and normalcy. Knocking off some of the jittery nerves. She decided to got out there, and actually do her job.

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House was bouncing his ball off of glass wall, over, and over, and over again. While his ducklings sat at their table. Doing various things to busy themselves. Knowing that unless Cuddy came with one. There would be no case today.

"You know. Cameron's back in the ER today." House stated breaking the silent lull that had been over them all morning. Chase's head whipped up from his computer.

"What?" He snapped in his thick Australian accent.

"Allison Cameron, your ex-wife, is head of the ER again." House spoke slowly, over enunciating. Sure to get his point across.

"Like, right now?" Chase asked standing up.

"I don't know her hours but, I'd assume." House said, eyes fluttering, and his jaw jutting out. Giving a very girly voice. Chase moved to the door.

"Where are you going?" Thirteen asked. Feeling herself going on the defensive over Allison, not knowing why. Just remembering Cameron's demeanor change whenever Chase had been mentioned the night before, and not wanting her upset. She did not need wussy Chase stuff on her first day back.

"To talk to her. We haven't since she left." Chase spoke as if this was the most obvious thing ever.

"Don't you think you should leave her alone on her first day?" Thirteen offered. A part of her knowing that House was taking extreme notice of everything she did now, and writing it down in his. Things to screw with my ducklings with mental notes.

"I think this is none of your business." He said before ducking out the door.

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Allison was stitching a leg up when she heard him. His deep Australian accent. Asking a nurse. "Is Dr. Cameron here?" She tried not to focus on him. She had to pay full attention to what she was doing. That was how it worked in the ER.

When she finished she knew he was hovering. Not very far, just over her shoulder. Didn't he have a job to do? Allison stayed completely focused on her patient. Scribbling in the young man's file, telling him what his prescription was for. Telling him not to put to much stress on the stitches. Then a small joke about being careful with the chain on his bike next time. He gave her a chuckle and a smile. Before limping over to the pharmacy.

The second he was gone, Allison was looking for a new patient. Practically sprinting to a filled bed. When she was caught by the elbow. Her muscles clenching instantly to his touch.

"Allison." Chase started.

"I have a job to do Chase. So please. Can you make this quick?" She gave the arm he was holding a violent yank. To free it from his grip, and get a point across.

"You're back..." He stated. A frown on his face.

"I know that. Now if that's all that you wanted to say I have to go." She was being a bitch. She was really good at it when she wanted to be. Which she did, she really didn't want to talk to Chase.

"No, it's just. I didn't think I would, ever see you again." There was a hushed tone of amazement in his voice. He gave her a once over. "You like great." He stated as an afterthought. It gave Allison a little disgusted thrill in her stomach.

"Chase." She took a step backwards. "This." She took in all of the ER around them with a sweep of her arm. "It doesn't change anything." She shook her head violently as thoughts of Chase and her together spun through her head. She couldn't help the small shudder. She would not go back to being his.., play thing. She hadn't been happy with him. She didn't want anything to do with him. This what he was doing now. This was why she had left in the first place.

"Why did you come back then? Why are you here, if it's just going to be as awkward as before?" Chase frowned, like a confused kid. I thought doctors were supposed to be smart.

"Because. I liked it here. I like the people, the city. This job. I just like it here, and my life, and what I do with it doesn't have to have anything to do with you anymore." The blonde shrugged, and turned to walk away.

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The doctors that remained in the differential looked up when a disgruntled Chase walked in. It was just Thirteen and House. Foreman had gone off to do, whatever it is Foreman did. Taub was doing House's clinic duty, which he had been assigned after losing a bet with House.

"How'd it go." Thirteen asked. Looking at him with a small smirk.

"Wonderful." He snapped back. Thirteen couldn't help the grin spreading across her lips.

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When Thirteen returned to her apartment, they had gotten a case but it had been an easy one that only took an afternoon, and two failed treatments. It smelled wonderful, like a beautiful matching of spices, and other things.

"Are you cooking?" She asked around the door, after a minute of absorbing the smell.

"No, I'm just using your oven to make the apartment not smell like burnt dust from the furnace." The older doctor gave her a teasing grin with her sarcasm.

"You're a little smart-ass aren't you?" Remy smirked, leaning over the counter, and breathing in the wonderful smell, of baking chicken.

"Oh yes it's one of my charming qualities." Allison placed her hands on the counter across from Remy.

The smell of the chicken faded into the background, because all Remy could think about was that their fingertips were brushing. Allison was looking into her eyes. Her heart was in her throat. God, they were so close. The timer on the oven rang, and Remy leaned forward into the air where Allison had just been.

Thank god, she moved. Remy thought going to ditch her bag, and her jacket in her room. Her mind still racing.

What the hell did I do that for? Why, why did I lean? I can't like Allison. No, no, no. I am her roommate. That would never ever end well. I want to be her friend. I can not screw this up.

She fell on her bed. Still unmade from the morning before. God why did she always make things like this into a mess?

"Remy, dinners done." Allison leaned into her room. A perky smile on her face.

"Cool." She jumped up. Unable to remember the last time she had had something that actually took time and effort to make. Not directions on a box.

It was delicious. So she told Allison.

"This is delicious." She stated fork stabbing a new piece of chicken Parmesan.

"Thanks. I love cooking for people." Allison blushed. Focusing on her own food.

"How was your day?" Remy asked thinking about Chase leaving wanting to talk to Allison, and coming back disgruntled.

"Weirdly normal, except for Chase wanting to talk to me. He thought we were going to get back together or something." She scrunched up her nose in a disgusted face. Which by the way was just as adorable as all her other faces.

"Yeah, I tried to talk him out of bothering you. It didn't work, and I made House suspicious." Remy spun some noodles around her fork. The thought of Allison and Chase together upsetting her for some odd reason.

"He said I looked great. It made me kind of nauseous." Allison chuckled cutting her chicken in half. Remy smiled at that.

"So how was your day?" Allison turned the question around on the younger doctor. Not wanting to talk about Chase anymore. Remy told her about the last minute patient. With an infection that was so obvious that she didn't know how they had missed it.

So they sat there eating, telling each other about their day. Like an old married couple.

A/N I like this one. (Blossoming friendships. Maybe more?) Oh yeah, this is my first attempt to make a drawn out developing thing between two characters. Usually I just rush them together. Review! Please, as you can see by the speediness of this chapter. It really does make me write faster.