A/N: Let's be honest, last chapter sucked. I've been debating all weekend if I should continue this of simply delete it because of the last chapter. But I thought I'd give it a few more tries and see if I can get back to where I wanted to go with this. Don't feel bad to tell me if I seem to be trailing off or when it's time to stop, seriously, please do. I hope I didn't lose too many of you because of it. Also, I have Tumblr if anyone would like to follow, I love meeting new people: drkelly13. And as always, everything goes to its rightful owners.
The days flew by while Thirteen subbed in the ER, something she knew would happen but didn't quite grasp until she experienced it herself. The shifts were long, and the always incoming patients rather brutal, but it left her with a sense of productiveness at the end of the day that she enjoyed. She could understand why Cameron loved it so much.
Over the beginning of the week the brunette and the ER head had formed a friendship Thirteen never thought she would have gained from the blonde. She found herself taking lunch breaks with her, and making small talk in between patients. Cameron was good at listening, and extremely easy to talk to. She didn't pry, which was always a plus, but the brunette found herself telling her things she hasn't told any of her other co workers. Not big things; just favorite hobby, TV shows she likes, the type of music she listens to, things that made up a person but what no one else had really bothered to ask.
In turn, Thirteen found out that Cameron's favorite color was pink, she had an older brother, her parents didn't always get along, but they were still married after thirty-five years, she likes romantic comedies but had to watch them by herself because Chase refuses to watch them.
The brunette glanced over at the ER bed the blonde of her thoughts was currently at. She was sitting on a stool, her glasses pushed on top of her head, as she was trying to coax a little boy to relax so she could stitch up his arm. The internist laughed quietly as the boy shook his head in refusal. Cameron shot a pleading look at the mom.
Thirteen stood up and walked over to the bed. "Let me try," she offered, pulling on a pair of gloves. The ER head stood and moved out of the way, watching curiously.
"Hi," the brunette said, sitting on the stool, smiling at the boy softly. "What's your name?"
"Michael…" he said quietly, wide eyes staring at her warily.
"I'm Thirteen."
"Thirteen? What kind of name is that?" Cameron laughed behind her at his question.
"Well…it's a nickname. But you can call me that, okay?"
"Okay, Thirteen," he said, testing it out. A smile stared growing across his face. "I hurt my arm."
"You did? Can I see?" she held out her hand for him to place his arm on.
Hesitation flickered across his face before he caught Thirteen's encouraging smile. "Okay…don't touch it," he warned.
"I won't," she assured. She moved closer to the bed, and examined his arm gently.
"Wow, this must have hurt. You're really brave for not crying."
"I'm a superhero!"
Thirteen exchanged an amused glance with his mother. "You know even superhero's need to get things done by doctors in order to help them get better."
"Really?"
She nodded, "How about you let me fix this, so you can go back to helping fight the bad guys?"
"Well…" he glanced back at his mom. "Will it hurt?"
"Not at all."
"Okay," he said nervously. He watched as Thirteen get out the things she would need in the cabinet. "What's that?" he asked, gesturing to the liquid she was pouring on gauze.
"This will make it so you won't feel anything. Hold still," she warned, holding his arm and quickly rubbing the place they would need to stitch. "Doctor Cameron?"
"Yes?" the blonde came up by her side.
"Talk to Michael while I do this, will you?"
"Sure," she came and sat on the bed, towards the boy's feet so that she was facing the other doctor.
"Are you two together?" he asked bluntly, before Cameron could open her mouth.
"Michael," his mother cut in sternly.
Thirteen paused what she was doing; trying not to shake too much from the laughter she was trying to hide. She glanced up at the blonde to find her cheeks pink and her eyes wide. "Doctor Cameron is dating another doctor named Chase," she told Michael calmly.
The boy turned to the doctor sitting on his bed. "But you like her don't you?" he turned to Thirteen. "She was staring at you while you were talking to me like my mom stares at my dad."
"Was she now?" her eyes met Allison's and she raised a teasing eyebrow making the blonde's face go even more red.
"I am so sorry," the mother apologized, embarrassed. "I don't know what's gotten into him."
"They like each other, mommy!" he insisted.
"Be still," Thirteen reminded softly when he twisted to try and look at his mom. "It's alright, kids say the funniest things."
"Do you have kids?" his mother asked.
Thirteen smiled at her as she cut off the last stitch and Cameron could've sworn she saw another emotion flicker across the brunette's face; pain, maybe? "No, I don't."
"You're very good with them," she said appreciatively as the taller doctor finished wrapping the boys arm. "Not that you weren't," she added, glancing at Cameron.
The blonde waved her off. "I know what you meant."
"Doctor Cameron?" Michael asked after he was done inspecting his newly wrapped arm.
She slid closer to him on the bed, leg brushing against Thirteen's in the process. Her eye's flickered up to the brunette's, who was watching her with a small smile. "Yeah?"
He sat up onto his knees and crawled over so he was level with her ear. Thirteen watched curiously as Michael whispered something into Cameron's ear. Her interest was even more perked when whatever the small boy said caused Cameron's face to become pink again. Her eyes flickered up to hers nervously before flickering back away.
The boy pulled back and stared at the brunette doctor with a little grin. She tried to grab Cameron's attention but the blonde seemed to be looking anywhere but her as she left to walk back to the nurse's station. Thirteen said her goodbyes to the boy and his mother before following her.
"Hey," she said, coming up to stand beside to blonde while she was going through patient files. No answer. She reached out a touched her arm gently to get her attention.
Teal eyes met hers for a second before she turned back to the file. "What?"
"What'd he say to you?"
"Nothing of importance."
A teasing smile pulled at Thirteen's lips. "You not telling me only makes me want to know more, you know that, right?"
Cameron turned to her, a file in hand. "Yes, and I'm still not telling you," she answered, smacking her stomach lightly with the folder before walking towards her next patient.
"Were you really staring at me like that?" she called out loudly at the blonde's back, trying not to laugh. The response she received was a playful glare from the other woman before she pulled the curtain around the patient bed. Cameron was being stubborn; two could play at that game.
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Thirteen knocked on Cameron's office door later in the day. She waited patiently for a minute until she heard a small 'come in.' Pushing upon the door, she walked in. Cameron was sitting at her desk, signing files.
The blonde glanced up once she finished the one she was on. Her eyes widened slightly before narrowing. "You're not here to interrogate me again, are you? I'm still not telling you."
The brunette had been pestering Cameron ever chance she got. In between patients, at lunch, the blonde had to give in eventually. "No," she said smiling. "I came to tell you that I'm heading home. My shift just ended."
Disappointment flickered across the teal eyes that were staring at her. "Okay," she said with a nod. Offering the blonde a small smile, Thirteen turned around to the door, hand brushing the handle.
"What're you doing tonight?" the woman behind her asked hesitantly.
The taller doctor turned back around the look at her. She had plans to go a bar, get drunk, and come back home to her apartment. Whether or not someone came back with her she didn't care. Without thinking she answered with a shrug, "Nothing really. Why?"
"Chase works a late shift tonight," she seemed to be having an internal debate with herself. "I was wondering…if you wanted to come over and watch a movie or something? I hate being home alone," she admitted biting her lip.
"Well…"
"You don't have to," she said quickly. "If you don't-"
"I'd love to," Thirteen said automatically.
Cameron looked surprised. "Really?"
"Did you expect me to say no?"
"No, no, well, yes, but I'm glad you said yes," she finished in a hurry.
"Do…you need a ride to your place?
Cameron smiled at her sheepishly. "Yes, please."
"Alright." Thirteen walked over and sat on her couch, folding her arms behind her head before turning to watch the blonde.
"What're you doing?" she asked with an amused smile.
"Waiting for you."
With a laugh, she stood up and grabbed her purse from a desk drawer before walking over and tugging the brunette up by her sleeve and out her office door.
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"You want a drink?" Cameron asked as they were walking into the apartment.
"Sure," the brunette answered, glancing around. Her eyes trailed over all of the pictures on the walls. There were pictures of the blonde doctor all through her life: mainly with what she assumed was her brother. Looking around the rest of the room she noticed there were no pictures of Chase.
"This was when I was five," Cameron's voice said suddenly from beside her, handing her a can of coke before gesturing to a picture of a smaller version of herself grinning widely with a hole where a tooth should have been on the wall in front of them. "I had just lost my first tooth."
"What about this one?" Thirteen murmured running her finger along of smooth wooden frame that held a teenaged Cameron wearing a pink dress while a young man had an arm around her waist.
"Eleventh grade prom," she mused. "His name was Timothy and he was a senior."
"You were a beautiful teenager," the brunette complimented causing Cameron to beam up at her. "I bet you were popular."
"I'm positive you were even prettier and more popular," she returned. "I definitely wasn't lacking in the friend department."
Thirteen shook her head with a slight laugh. "No, we moved around a lot…my dad and I. My brother had already moved out. Not a lot of people take the time to get to know the awkward new girl who wears suspenders and watches the other kids play basketball every day after school but always denies when they ask her to play."
"Oh, I'm sorry," she said, staring at her with wide concerned eyes.
"Don't worry about," Thirteen answered, brushing off the apology with a slight smirk. "Everything is alright now."
"Did you really wear suspenders?" she asked, eyes crinkling as she smiled with humor.
"Still do."
Cameron looked up into her eyes, disbelief written across her face. Her eyes trailed down her torso before she reached out slowly and pushed the light jacket she was wearing to the side. She took a step closer, hooking an index finger under the elastic band.
The brunette watched her cautiously, gauging her reaction. She had a thoughtful look on her face as she let her fingers trail up and down a few inches. She glanced back up, pulling the suspender a few inches away from Thirteen's body and letting it go with a snap! Her eyes were sparkling as she whispered softly, "They're adorable."
"Glad you like them," she said just as quietly, eyes never leaving her teal ones. Was it just her imagination or was Cameron getting closer? It wasn't her imagination she decided, as the blonde's eyes left hers to flicker down to her lips. Leaning in an inch she watched in satisfaction as the other woman's eyes fluttered shut. She would have happily closed the distance between them, that is, until a certain Australian doctor popped into her head, making her silently yell a string of curses at her subconscious. Taking a step back, she watched as Cameron frowned, experiencing the cool loss of the body heat they had been sharing. "I think we should start that movie now," Thirteen said calmly, surprised at how normal her voice sounded.
Her teal eyes opened again and stared at her for a second before looking quickly away, a blush creeping up her neck and spilling onto her cheeks. "Right," she mumbled quietly as she led the way into the living room.
The brunette perched on the edge of the couch while the blonde rifled through a basket full of DVD's. "You have a preference?"
"Watch whatever you want, Cameron. I'm not picky."
Cameron turned around to look at her, movie case in hand. "You can call me Allison, you know. Unless you just prefer Cameron…"
"I like both of them," she responded with a grin. "But okay, Allison, what're we watching?"
"The Notebook," she answered in a matter-of-face voice, plopping down on the couch next to her. She raised an eyebrow when the brunette let out a groan. "You said anything… I always have to watch these kinds of movies alone, please, Remy?" she pouted.
Thirteen's eyes widened slightly at the use of her first name. She was surprised how much she liked hearing Allison say it. "Okay," she caved.
"Thank you," Allison said sweetly, slouching down to get comfortable before resting her head on Remy's shoulder.
Remy glanced down at her blonde head, a goofy smile starting to spread across her face before turning her attention to the TV screen.
What felt like it was seconds later, Remy's eyes blinked open groggily. She was confused as to where she was, until she focused on the credits rolling quietly on the TV and the weight that was leaning against her side. With a glance down, she realized Allison had nuzzled closer into her side in her sleep and now had an arm wrapped around her waist. She shook her shoulder gently. "Hey, Allison."
Her actions only made the blonde frown and mumble before tightening her grip around her waist. "Allison," she repeated louder.
"What?" came a muffled reply against her shoulder.
"Wake up."
"No."
"The movie is over."
"I don't care," she replied.
"I need to head home."
"But you're so warm," she protested. "You can spend the night. It'd be like a sleep over."
Remy let out a loud laugh. "Are you even awake?" she pried herself from Allison's grip before sliding away, forcing her to sit up straight.
Her eyes finally opened and focused on her. "Hi."
"I need to head home," Remy told her softly. With a nod, Allison stood up slowly and walked towards the apartment door, the other woman following behind. "I'll walk you to your car," she said quietly, pulling on a jacket.
"You don't have to."
Allison stared her down as she followed the brunette out the door. "I want to." They walked through the halls in comfortable silence; the only sound was their soft breathing and the elevator music. Remy pushed open the main door to the apartment complex and held it open for the blonde who offered her a grateful smile.
"Thanks for having me," Remy said, turning to her once they reached her car. "I had fun."
"Even though we slept half of the time?" Allison teased. She glanced up at her before stepping closer and leaning against the taller woman in a soft embrace. She leaned in further when she felt the other woman's arms encircle her waist hesitantly. "Thanks for coming." She pulled back slightly as headlights filled the parking lot from an incoming car. Glancing up into the brunette's shining eyes she smiled softly. "See you tomorrow."
"Yeah, tomorrow," Remy replied, taking a step back from the blonde, shooting her a smile before getting into her car and driving home, the smile on her face never leaving. She was glad she decided to go against her previous plans of getting drunk and bringing home a stranger after a night like tonight.
