Thirteen looked down at the large gash in her arm, dripping blood on the floor. One moment the patient had been lucid and answering their questions like any other and the next he was on her, attacking her for some hallucination induced reason. Or at least that was what they had deduced.
"It needs stitching." Thirteen looked up, meeting House's eyes full with obvious fake concern. "I'm sure Cameron would love to help you on that."
"Dr. Cameron?" Kutner asked, interest piqued, setting the only seat in the room straight.
House turned to Kutner, "They're sleeping together." He whispered loudly. At this Kutner's eyes widened.
"Is that true?" He turned to Thirteen.
Thirteen couldn't help but roll her eyes at House's childishness, "Yes," she paused for dramatic effect, "Friday nights we have alcohol and drugs induced wild lesbian sex all over the place." Her attention was drawn back to her stinging arm, still very much dripping blood even though she had pressed a gauze to it. "I'm going to the ER." She stated, turning for the aforementioned place.
At the ER she managed to avoid Cameron once, and that was all she needed to gather the needed supplies. Now, standing behind one of the many curtains, she was faced with a problem. The gash was on her right arm, and she was right handed. She dabbed at the cut while weighing her options, when the curtain was roughly pulled aside by none other than House's cane.
"My! Look how gravely injured Thirteen is!" He all but yelled, having analyzed the situation quickly.
Before she could wonder why he would yell such a thing, Cameron had appeared at his side, looking concerned. Thirteen shot her a look that could've easily said 'why did you come, you knew he was lying.' At least, if you knew what to look for.
Cameron ignored it.
"What happened?" She asked in that particularly concerned voice that made the hairs on Thirteen's neck stand on end, examining the abused arm and then proceeding to take care of it. Frankly, this was hell to Thirteen; having Allison so close and caring and touching and reassuring. So she settled for sending House's smiling features a glare. The pain that came accompanied with the stitching that followed was almost welcomed.
"Delusional patient." Thirteen answered curtly.
"This is so hot." House whispered loudly and gleefully as he observed the neutral interaction between the two women, earning him another glare. "What? It's no good with your clothes on. Cameron- no, Thirteen, take off your shirt."
This earned a stare from a nurse who happened to pass by, but he seemed to quickly lose interest when he saw it was House who requested the nudity. Meanwhile Cameron continued to take care of the cut, ignoring House completely.
When no other reaction came forth except for another frustrated roll of Thirteen's eyes, he continued, "well, this clearly isn't going to work with the two of you brooding. Call me when you kiss and make up." He appeared comically irritated when he limped away.
When he was finally out of sight Thirteen's shoulders sagged noticeably as she closed her eyes briefly. This didn't go past Cameron.
"Are you okay?" She asked, reaching for a gauze to wrap around the wound.
"Never better." The brunette deadpanned, staring at the curtain and pointedly avoiding those sad blues. "He is convinced somehow that we have a relationship." She continued in a whisper. The hands that were working on her arm halted.
"I might've smiled once." If Thirteen hadn't noticed the guilty undertone, she would've thought the statement ridiculous.
"You smiled?!" Came the violent whisper. She couldn't help but turn her angry glare at the other doctor, the glare almost immediately softening at the lost look that she came across. "When? Why?!"
"Maybe you should take a walk around the park this evening." Cameron put on what Thirteen had earlier identified as her poker face. "Around eleven o'clock."
"Why would I…" She trailed off, realizing what Cameron was implying.
"Maybe it'll relieve some stress." There was unmistakable mischief in her voice. Thirteen smiled back, flirting.
"Don't think you're off the hook that easily though."
"Wouldn't dream of it." She smiled impishly, walking off with a skip in her step. Thirteen hadn't noticed she was following her with her eyes until she was staring into the empty space where she had rounded the corner. She shook her head and slid the paper into her back pocket, noticing her neatly bandaged arm for the first time.
Remy readjusted her suspenders in the dim electric light of a distant lamppost and started to button up her blouse, trying not to ogle the other woman while she straightened out her skirt. When she was sure there were no people in at least a ten feet radius, she turned her attention to Cameron.
"I can't believe House drove us to exhibitionism." She whispered.
Cameron looked up, the corners of her mouth quirked upwards into a lazy smile. "I guess he's still good for something." Thirteen's eyes widened slightly.
"Allison!" She chastised, even though she was wearing a smile of her own.
"What? I thought it was fun." She wrapped her arms around the other woman's neck. The brunette's arms found their way around her waist. "Besides, no one's around at this hour on a workday. And if they were, they wouldn't see anything." She landed a quick kiss on the other's lips, snuggling into the crook of her neck afterwards.
"Fair enough. Now, where were we before we decided it was a good idea to jump into the bushes and to rip off each others clothes?" Thirteen asked lightly, earning a giggle from Cameron. "Oh, right," her tone turned slightly more somber, "House. What happened?"
"Can't we just stay like this a little longer without the mention of House?" Allison sighed, nuzzling the other woman's collar.
"If it were up to me we'd stay like this all night, but we could have been followed. What brings me back to my previous question; what happened that earned us this close a surveillance?" Remy talked softly, enjoying the warm breaths on her throat, even though it was a warm summer night.
"I might've smiled, you know, sweetly, when you exited the elevator the other day. Because you were trying so hard not to let me bother you and you were faltering and that was so cute, so I couldn't not smile!" She started out talking normally, but quickened her pace and increased in volume as she neared the end of her sentence. Thirteen squeezed her briefly, warmly.
"Don't worry, I understand. You handled yourself well." She pecked the exposed neck for emphasis, earning herself a slight shiver. "It was inevitable really. Now the question is: are we ready to be the talk of the day?"
"What?" She backed away out of the embrace to look her in the eye. "Now you're okay with being outed? Just recently you were giving me the cold shoulder." Remy was quiet for a moment, contemplating on how she was going to say this.
"You know what a private person I am and you've worked with House; he's an ass, an ass that gets under your skin. Especially when you like your privacy." She explained, a frown working it's way on her brow. Cameron's sympathetic smile eased the frown. "I decided it should be okay, since we don't work together closely and you're not my direct superior, so there. Outing ourselves: okay, being outed by House in the most embarrassing way: epic fail."
"Epic fail?" Cameron eyed her.
"Kutner and his xbox." She clarified with a playful roll of the eyes. "You know, huge failure."
"My, you might just be the man in the relationship." Allison joked, nudging her in the shoulder.
"Oh, you know me, I'm always on top of things." She smirked, pulling the blonde closer by a belt loop and kissing her lingeringly. The other was more than happy to oblige and the air itself seemed to become warmer as things escalated from there.
"Wait, I have a plan." Cameron almost jumped out the kiss.
"Oh?" Thirteen tried to hide the amused smile that crept onto her face. "Does it involve a phone booth or a public restroom?" She purred in the blonde's ear breathily, pressing herself against the other woman, her hands resting on Allison's hips.
"No, well, maybe later, I mean no!" Cameron had obvious difficulty keeping her composure while Remy was flirting so blatantly with her. "I meant I have a plan for our outing."
"Sounds like a good plan to me, just think of the possibilities." The brunette's hands trailed up, across Allison's back, reaching beneath the cloth to stroke the flesh she found there. Cameron arched into Thirteen instinctively.
"Wait," the hands slid higher up her back, "stop changing the subject." She managed to protest halfheartedly, her own eyes darkening with desire. "I have a plan to screw with House." All movement stopped.
"Well, that certainly was a mood killer." Thirteen deadpanned.
"I meant to screw with his head, you want to hear it or not?"
"Alright, hit me."
"No, maybe later. The kinky stuff should happened behind closed doors."
"Oh, just tell me already!"
Allison allowed herself to giggle before explaining what the plan was.