Chapter 3: Thirteen Thursday

"I'm glad we're finally going out for drinks," Cameron said, sipping her drink. She had ordered a Lemondrop, a simple, yet spritely mixture of vodka, lemon juice, and sugar. As Cameron sucked on the sugary rim of the martini glass, she didn't notice Thirteen draw in a sharp breath. Cameron set her glass down, and ran her tongue around her lips to catch any stray sugar crystals. "I know it's only been two weeks, but it sure doesn't feel that long. I guess the ER will do that to you," she decided, toying with the curly lemon peel perched on the edge of her glass. Thirteen let the trapped air inside her lungs tumble silently from her mouth.

The brunette could only nod in response, taking a swig of Heady Topper, a beer McNally's Bar had on tap. It was surprisingly citrusy, yet had a smoothness that appealed to Thirteen. Even after one sip, the golden brown liquid left her with a pleasant, heady feeling. She wondered if perhaps Cameron tasted like this. At the thought, she set down her glass and wiped her mouth. Shit, not again, she thought. Brain, please shut up.

"So, besides the fact that you worked for House and broke up with Foreman, I don't know much about you," Cameron realized. "Tell me about yourself."

Thirteen suppressed a scoff by clearing her throat. How the hell do you answer that? "What do you want to know?" Thirteen asked with false confidence.

"Well, how do you like the ER?"

Thirteen leaned an elbow on the bar. "Really, you want to talk about work?"

"No," Cameron laughed, "I don't." She thought for a moment. "Are you seeing anyone?"

Thirteen took a sip of her beer, and was reminded of the brilliantly Cameron-esque flavor. "Nope."

"Aw, come on, Thirteen. I'm sure someone like you doesn't stay single for long," Cameron teased.

Thirteen narrowed her eyes playfully at the blonde. "And what do you mean by that, Cameron?"

"Like you don't know," Cameron shot back, smiling lopsidedly.

Genuinely puzzled, Thirteen tilted her head at Cameron. "Uh, no?"

"You're serious." Thirteen shrugged, still confused and smiling awkwardly. Rolling her eyes exaggeratedly, Cameron lightly shoved Thirteen's arm.

"Ow," Thirteen said, feigning pain. "I should sue you for battery."

"You're too much," Cameron giggled.

"But seriously," Thirteen continued, taking another drink of beer, "what the hell are you talking about?"

"I don't know if you've ever looked in a mirror…" Cameron drawled, raising an eyebrow at Thirteen.

She opened her mouth to continue when Thirteen joked, "I never took you for the superficial type."

Running her index finger around the rim of her martini glass, Cameron ignored Thirteen's comment and continued, "But you could have any guy—or girl—you wanted just by breathing."

Well, almost any. At this thought, Thirteen's lips curved downward and she subconsciously let out a breath she didn't know she was holding.

"Oh, don't tell me you've been rejected before," Cameron said. Thirteen just shrugged. "You have?" The shock on Cameron's face was unexpected and completely adorable. "No way! Tell me!" she said excitedly.

"Well…"

"Thirteen!" Cameron looked about ready to spring into the air. "Tell me!" she whined, pouting.

Thirteen sighed. How could she say no that face? "Straight girls… are straight," she said simply. Thirteen tried to end this avenue of conversation with a passing remark, but Cameron looked so crestfallen that she was compelled to finish on a happy note. "Although," Thirteen added, "sometimes I can turn them." She added a wink for good measure, and couldn't help but grin when Cameron's face lit up with amusement.

But I can't always turn them, Thirteen thought despondently.

Cameron raised her glass and clinked it against Thirteen's. "Happy Thursday, Thirteen."

"Happy Thursday, Cameron." They each took a sip of their drinks.

"We should go out for drinks more often," Cameron grinned. "You're fun."

"As are you," Thirteen replied.

"Should we make Thursday our going out nights? I'll just tell Chase I'm out for Thirteen Thursday." Cameron laughed at this.

"Sounds good to me." Thirteen couldn't help but smile at the fact that Cameron would rather spend some of her time with her than with Chase.

Thirteen: 1. Cameron's husband: 0.


A/N: I know this chapter could have been longer, but I wanted to keep it short and sweet. Be not afraid, flirty doctor ladies will return.