Thirteen stood at the bus stop along with several other people, rubbing the bridge of her nose in annoyance at the utter stupidity of the entire human race.
"What kind of idiot decided that it was a good idea to relay the sidewalk at the end of the day in the middle of the hospital staff parking exit?" a voice behind her complained loudly over the phone. Apparently she wasn't the only one wondering. "No, we can't just 'go through it', there's a two foot hole in the middle of the road!"
She tuned out the voice as she saw the bus round the corner. With a sigh she noticed how full the bus was. It was going to be tight fit with all the people waiting at the stop.
Thirteen stood as she leaned her head against the glass window of the bus, currently hating the fact that she was right. Thankfully everybody occupied the seats first before the standing compartment filled up. She took no mind of who entered and who left, just wishing that everyone would hurry the fuck up so she could go into a coma as soon as she arrived home.
When the doors finally closed she straightened herself and took hold of the railing above her head. It was in this moment that she noticed the woman standing in front of her. Before she could help it she was already trailing her eyes over her body; the shapely legs underneath casual jeans, the thin frame covered by a formfitting brown jacket, her hair that cascaded smoothly over her shoulders, the glasses—
Wait.
"Dr. Cameron?" The blonde looked up from the magazine she had been reading, glasses and surprised expression in place. Whatever greeting she was about to utter was interrupted by the starting of the bus, throwing her off balance. Luckily Thirteen was just in time to lend an arm, though not lucky enough not to bump into at least two other people in the progress.
Cameron muttered an apology before taking on a steady stance, distantly realizing how Thirteen had practically taken her in an embrace to prevent her from falling over. She looked up at the railing and frowned. It would be uncomfortable to hold on to the metal bar with her height. The brunette noticed what Cameron was looking at, finding it amusing and even somewhat cute how the smaller woman wouldn't reach for the railing.
"Hold on to my arm," she suggested, nodding to her arm which held the railing. Cameron hesitated, looking at the doctor skeptically. It was a reasonable offer, but she couldn't shake the feeling that it would be inappropriate somehow. Thirteen shrugged at the lack of reaction and turned her attention outside. "Okay." If she didn't want to, that was her loss.
At the next stop the chauffeur made an unnecessary crude stop, nearly toppling over at least three unsuspecting passengers. This excluded Cameron, who had taken hold of Thirteen's arm just in time.
"Okay, ow," Thirteen complained dryly at the sudden added weight she had to support.
"Sorry." Cameron smiled apologetically. "Did you pull anything?"
"I don't think so," she replied, rolling her shoulder as she shot a look at the front of the bus. "Damned giddy chauffeur." Cameron chuckled at the other woman's chagrin, loosening her hold.
"Thanks," she said. "For the arm." Thirteen smiled in response, glad she could help the other woman. She figured it was common sense to return the favor for when she managed to infuriate Foreman the other day. When she didn't say anything else, Cameron became slightly uneasy under the stare.
"Where's Chase?" she asked finally, making a move to look around for him.
"I don't know," Cameron answered, shrugging. "He might have taken a bus earlier." Thirteen was taken aback by the bleak tone she used, but averted her eyes again when the blonde resumed her reading. That was a definite 'I don't want to talk about it' gesture.
"Uh, Thirteen?"
Thirteen turned her attention to the woman who was busy looking at something over her shoulder. "Hm?"
"Foreman's on this bus," she said, focusing her eyes on the brunette. "And he's kind of shooting daggers at me." Thirteen's relatively bad mood became worse at the mention of the dark skinned man. She tried her best not to take it out on Cameron.
"Is he now?" she asked sarcastically, turning around to see that Foreman was indeed handing over murder in a stare. The funny thing was that he was directing death at Cameron rather than at her. It still irritated the living Jesus out of her, however, so she took action.
Cameron's eyes widened in surprise when Thirteen wrapped her free arm around her waist and pulled her in protectively. She was about to ask what the hell she was doing, but forgot what she wanted to say when she saw how the taller woman was returning the glare at Foreman. However flattering, sweet and thoughtful it was to be shielded like that—
Cameron lost her thought there. Was there a downside to being harbored from Foreman's glare?
"I'm sorry for using you like this." Oh, right, that downside. Thirteen turned her back to Foreman, hiding the blonde from sight as she settled her attention on Cameron again. "But he has been such a pain lately and this wild idea of us being together seems to really rile him up."
"I'm all for riling him up," she said, smiling nervously at their proximity. There she was being uncomfortable at her presence again. She wondered if it would become a habit. "But isn't this taking it a bit too far?"
"Don't worry, I have to get off at the next stop. Besides, it's not like I'm trying anything," she explained, managing a reassuring smile. Meanwhile, Cameron was trying very hard not to be even remotely disappointed at the statement. All things considered, Thirteen seemed like a very considerate person. The way she had defended her during their earlier run-in with Foreman had left her thinking more highly of her. Although she probably did it because of their rocky relationship than anything else.
She took a steadying breath.
Oh Jesus, now she was thinking of how good Thirteen's natural perfume smelled in combination with her leather jacket as well. The proximity, the possibilities of said proximity and Thirteen's bisexuality were not helping. At all.
"Well, this is my stop," she said, disentangling herself from Cameron reluctantly, letting her hands linger on her waist. Cameron didn't think much of it; she was probably putting up a show for Foreman. "Good night," the following hesitation was barely noticeable, "Allison."
"Good night…" Now it was Cameron's turn to pause as she realized she did not know the other's first name. Apparently the look on her face said the same, because Thirteen filled in for her as she made her way out.
"It's Remy."
"Remy," she finished, laughing incredulously when the woman blew her a kiss from outside the bus. Steadying herself by leaning against the window from the spot Thirteen had previously been occupying, she dared to glance in Foreman's direction. He was sitting with his arms crossed, subtly grinding his teeth as he stared out the window. Foreman wasn't the only thing she noticed. There were several people looking at her either questioningly or in amazement.
Cameron sent them a neutral, displeased look, but paid it no mind as she returned to the article she was reading. Whatever they thought was their problem, not hers.
Outside, Thirteen watched the bus speed off, smirking to herself. She had totally gotten away with feeling up the other woman. Even though she wasn't particularly smitten by Cameron, she couldn't deny how attractive she was. She passed her teeth over her lower lip. Especially with those glasses.
She shook the thoughts off, reminding herself how the blonde was steps away from marrying Chase. She had gotten back at Foreman and nothing else mattered. The look on his face was well worth all the trouble he had gotten her in with House today.
I take the bus almost every day and it's usually alright, but there's always a chauffeur who goes crazy with the brake. Oh! If any of you have any brilliant ideas for (farfetched) misunderstandings, please share. It's okay if it's elaborate, as long as it's unintentional on Camteen's part.
I didn't know how much people wouldn't mind the Foreman bashing xD Well, not really bashing, just putting him in awful situations. I have a clear conscience. If I did know, I would've done this sooner.
Wesley; that makes a lot of us! As long as the inspiration keeps flowing, so do the chapters.
