PART II - "A king who trusts no man is weak." -

It's been two weaks since Remy and Allison's first attempt of friendship. They were still seeing each other, reguarly.. but never more than thirty minutes. They shared coffee, when they found the time, and have had a few small talk.. But Thirteen seemed to be distant again, in a way. « She is trying to protect herself from something » was Cameron's conclusion. During two weeks of observation, she managed to learn reading behind Thirteen's eyes. She was still far from being an expert though but she was able to see when something was wrong. Actually, Remy was talented to hide every sign of emotion except for one little detail that betrayed her : the little breath she held while rolling her eyes and the swallow that used to follow, just like she was eating some air. It almost seemed she was trying to fill herself up with something… just like she was letting the strengh in. And after that, she usually put back her neutral smile on her face as nothing happened.

Thirteen, for her part, began to really appreciate Cameron. She often asked herseld why. The blonde wasn't the kind of girl she'd usually feel compfortable with. But maybe she had misjudjed her. She first thought she was naive, credulous and cheesy.. She would now described her as altruistic, caring but not weak.. maybe broken.. but definitely not insipid. She had principles and was doing her best to honorate them. Of course, Remy wasn't sure if she could allow herself to let someone enter her life. That's why she kept her distance, but when the occasion arrose, she didn't mind spending a little time with her co-worker. She didn't want to admit it, but seeing Cameron actually lifted her mood up.

That morning, the two doctors hadn't met yet. Thirteen, hadn't slept well and wasn't in a good day. She was in the diagnosis room, reading the newspaper.. Or at least she checked out the headlines... Because every second she got distracted. Her mind was tormented and today she felt like anything could become the straw that broke the camel's back. Anyway, she took a little breath and swallowed, reminded herself to act cool and stay composed and most of all, to ignore any feeling in her heart.

Remy POV

Take a breathe –don't break up- expiiire. Let's focus! I can do it. Come on once again: Take a breathe –don't break up- expiiire! How does Ally call it? Yeah, the morning break-up! Should have told her I so much know what she means. Why am I always thinking about her? Am I really calling her Allie in my head? I should stop talking to myself like that.. This is becoming insane. Well, I suppose it's better talking to myself than anyone else or than loosing control so go on Remy.. Take a breathe-don't break up – expiiire. It's going to be a long day.

I thought I would feel better.. It's been three weeks now.. but every day.. every minute it gets worse.. I can't fucking breathe. No no no! Come on, don't think, you can't allow yourself to think.. Just keep on reading the paper and it'll be fine. Yes, it will. I think someone's talking to me but I didn't even notice I wasn't alone in the room. I have to be alert! I lift my head and see Chase taking off his jacket.

Chase: Rude morning! He smiles.

Thirteen: It is!

I manage a smile and pretend reading the newspaper in order not to be bothered..

Foreman has also arrived, followed by House. Ready, steady, go: I'll just be fine!

They begin talking about the new case and I can't concentrate. I check my phone, I try to look cool. A new message! I hope this will make my day brighter…

"I'm surprised you haven't changed number! Neither lock! Have you changed the bedding?! They smell just like you. Told you you were gonna pay. Have a nice day, Hadley!"

I cancel the text automatically and try to calm myself down. But I can't. I can't. My heart fastens and I can't control anything. I try to focus on the team. I look at them: Chase-Foreman.. I can't hear them.. I look at their lips and try to listen but no.. I just feel… My heart.. It hurts.. I can't control it, I'm loosing my temper, I, I .. Why are they all looking at me? I feel the anger inside me.. My heart will explode.. I clench my hand into fists and try my best not to .. fuck it, I can't!

Thirteen abruptly got up, furious: Why? Why are you staring? Damn! She was almost shouting

She violently punched the glass table, once. Then she grabbed it and took a few breaths, glaring the table. She punched it again. Harder, harder and harder. The bloody hand couldn't stop hitting the table. In her eyes you could see how enraged she was. Chase got up quickly, grabbed her from the waist and forced her to step back from the table. She refused Chase's hand on her body and tried to push him away but he was stronger than her and she finally had no choice than to move away..

Dr House: Page Cameron!

Foreman nodded and obeyed

Thirteen leaned again the wall and let herself fall on the floor.

I can't fucking breathe, how could he do that? I feel like I'm about to cry, but there are no tears. I don't have tears, I only have ire inside me. My My heart… please, tell my heart to stop beating so fast.. I can't stand it anymore.. and why are they still here?

Thirteen: Get out!

The team didn't know what to do. They knew it wasn't a good idea the contradict her. They looked at House who nodded and then leave. House stayed inside the room, but he wasn't looking at her neither talking .. She needed some time for herself .

A few minutes after, Cameron finally came in.