[Some OOCness up ahead. And thank you for the reviews! It's like gasoline for a car; awesome gasoline that is. Keeps me going xD]

"Where's Thirtyone?" House asked, limping into the diagnostics office, patient folder in hand. Kutner shrugged and Taub gave him a clueless look. Foreman was reading a magazine. Without another word House reached for the phone and hit a speed dial, pressing the phone to his ear with an exaggerated look of pensiveness on his face.

"Hello, I have a patient here requesting Dr. Cameron." He stated in a sickly sweet voice. "That's alright, I'll wait."

Kutner turned to Taub with a questioning look and now it was his turn to shrug at House's antics. A few moments later House's voice broke the silence again.

"Oh, she's not in yet? My, how peculiar." A mad grin made it's way onto his lips. Looks of understanding crossed Kutner's and Taub's faces. "No, that's not necessary, have a great day now." And with that he hung up.

At that moment the door opened and Thirteen walked in, blowing some cold air onto the steaming cup of store bought coffee. When she met House's displeased eyes, she stood rooted to the spot, her suspicion sense starting to tingle as Kutner and Taub each gave their own slightly off look.

"What?"

"Damn." House said, the corners of his lips turning down into a frown before he turned enthusiastic and reached for his marker. "Well ducklings, we have a winner today."


"Sickening, isn't it?" House came to stand next to a surprised Chase who was watching the interactions between his ex and Thirteen from a distance. Nurses and doctors walked or rushed past them. As luck would have it, they were standing strategically behind a plant. Cameron laughed at something Thirteen had said, briefly touching her elbow in the process. "Flirting so blatantly with each other."

"They're girls, they are allowed to." Chase said, walking up to a nurse behind the reception desk, asking for a patient's chart. "Doesn't mean anything."

"Not according to Thirteen's spicy little details." House raised his brows in exaggerated innocence. Chase sighed and faced the other doctor properly.

"You want me to believe that Thirteen's spreading rumors about their supposed sex life?"

"Oh, I don't care what you believe, it's not my innocence on the line." House said, sounding that more serious. This was all it took for Chase to start doubting Thirteen's intentions. Cameron was always more than willing to believe in people's good side, perhaps too willing. When Chase spared a glance at the pair again Dr. Hadley was eying them suspiciously, subtly placing her hand in the small of Cameron's back.

House started walking in the opposite direction of them, earning Chase's attention. The limping doctor quickly mouthed a "territorial" towards the Australian doctor before disappearing around the corner.

Chase tightened the hold on his chart slightly as he made eye contact with the woman that was touching Cameron in such a intimate way. As Cameron made to turn around he walked away briskly, going the same way House had.

"What's wrong?" Allison asked, searching for what caught Remy's attention. When she couldn't find anything she turned back to the brunette, catching her eyes.

"It was probably nothing." She reassured, forcing a smile, not really believing what she was saying.


"Foreman." Chase had finally found his ex coworker in the lab, running whatever test was necessary with Taub. He walked over to stand across the table from him. Taub looked up briefly.

"Chase." He greeted back as he looked up from his work, surprised at the man's presence.

"Do you know anything of Thirteen and Cameron's relationship?" He cut right to the point, resting his hands on the table, leaning forward slightly. Foreman looked visibly taken aback.

"Uh, yeah." He hesitated, wondering if he knew about the plan. "Thirteen came to me just a few days ago to tell me everything." Chase straightened his back in shock; House was right, she was spreading rumors.

"And you're okay with it?" He referred to the idea that Thirteen might have shared too much details rather than the nature of their relationship. The confusion apparent in Chase's voice confused Foreman as well. The Australian doctor had never seemed like a narrow-minded person to him.

"I know you might have some problems with it, being her ex and all," he never got any further than that, Chase turning to Taub to cut off his little speech.

"And you, do you know about the details?" He demanded. Taub looked up, having listened to the entire conversation.

"You mean about their Friday nights?" He asked, thinking back to the moment when Kutner told him that Thirteen had joked about their Friday nights being wild. Nothing else fitted the description of 'the details.'

Chase's face contorted into a combination of a grimace and a frown before he walked away. "I can't believe it." He muttered to himself, disgusted, when he was out of earshot.

"Shouldn't you go after him?" Taub wondered. Foreman shrugged.

"He'll come to his senses eventually."


In their lunch break Thirteen headed for the doctor's lounge, having promised to meet Allison there. On her way there she was met rather harshly with a shoulder. She stumbled into the wall and when she had regained her footing she turned to scold whoever practically forced her to the ground. If it had been a regular accidental touch of the shoulders she would've probably mumbled a sorry and moved on, but this was definitely not an accidental brush. Especially since the hallway was empty.

"Watch where you're going!" She half shouted, coming face to face with Chase.

"Oh, I'm sorry, did I invade your territory?" Needless to say, she was taken aback by the hostility in his voice. Just last night Cameron had told her how well he had taken their relationship.

"Excuse me?" She asked, confusion apparent through her expression.

"I heard you liked to talk about your conquests." He began, taking a step forwards to invade the doctor's personal space, face scrunching slightly in anger. "Why don't you share with me? Hm?"

"What are you talking about?" She took a step back on instinct. Of course she had a hunch to what he was hinting, but that was such nonsense she almost immediately brushed it off as wrong interpretation.

"Don't be shy, I've been there. I'm her ex, we should have loads to talk about." So it was about Cameron after all. He took another step forwards, but this time she met his provocation with a step of her own. She felt a spark of anger light in the pit of her stomach at the implication that she would use Cameron for something as trivial as bragging.

"Are you jealous?" She asked, narrowing her eyes at him. That wasn't what she had originally wanted to ask, but the agitation she felt made her irrational and her skin tingle. She didn't give him the chance to respond and continued, "angry that your girl is better off with me, a scrawny woman? Makes you wonder, doesn't it? Are you man enough to compete with a woman? She certainly seems happier, but maybe that's just everyone's opinion and you know how unreliable everyone is." She was surprised at her own words, but didn't let it show, too caught up in the moment.

Chase had been annoyed at the mere presence of the womanizer and it had slowly escalated from there. But as soon as she claimed that Cameron was better off with her, a regular slut, than with him, a man who could respect his girlfriend, he snapped.

Thirteen stumbled backwards with the force he had hit her. Chase backed away then, almost immediately regretting what he had done. Yet it had felt very satisfying to wipe that confident smirk off her face.

Unbeknownst to the fighting doctors, the commotion had drawn the attention of a few nurses who proceeded to make the head of the hospital aware of what was happening.

Thirteen tasted copper and the couple of blotches of blood on her fingertips when she touched her lip confirmed her suspicions. Her eyes raised nonchalantly to meet Chase's.

"Oh yeah, that was real mature. Then again, you know all about maturity, don't you? It's not like you go around accusing and insulting people without reason." She taunted, knowing that she couldn't go all out into a fist fight with him without losing sorely.

Chase's insides started to boil with anger and Thirteen braced herself for impact, but before he could throw another punch a voice interrupted him.

"Robert!" He dropped his hand instantly when he saw a shocked Cameron standing a good distance behind Thirteen. This was immediately followed by another voice.

"What the hell is going on here?!" Remy recognized it as Cuddy's voice and surely enough, there she was, running to stand between them.

Chase couldn't bring himself to justify his actions without sullying Cameron's name, so he stood there, shooting daggers at Thirteen.

Hadley looked at Cuddy, partially relieved, mostly still angry with Chase's immature behavior. She wanted to explain what had happened to clear up this ridiculous situation, but there were an awful lot of people she didn't know standing about, gaping at them in curiosity.

Cuddy seemed to pick up on this. "Dr. Hadley, let that get looked at and then meet me in my office. Dr. Chase, come with me." When Chase didn't seem to undertake any action she added a menacing, "now." He reluctantly followed while the head of the hospital started shooing away the few nurses that had gathered.

Thirteen was so engrossed with the situation that she hadn't noticed Cameron walking over until a hand touched her jaw, turning it to her. She met with worried blue eyes studying her cut. Her eyes soon flickered to make eye contact.

"What happened?"

"Chase's fist happened." She commented dryly, letting herself be soothed by the other woman's touches. Cameron rolled her eyes at her remark.

"Open your mouth." Thirteen complied and Allison studied the inside of her busted lip, brushing her thumb over said lip lingeringly. Remy caught the lost look she was giving her, realizing that the hallway wasn't the right place for such a display of affection.

"Does it look bad?" She interrupted the blonde's wandering thoughts.

"Huh? Oh, no, it should be fine. Luckily for you, Chase doesn't do kickboxing." The smile she gave her didn't quite reach her eyes. Thirteen looked around, finding the hallway suddenly too crowded even though the mass had dispersed, and pulled Cameron to a more secluded place by the hand; an empty patient's room. As soon as the door closed she turned to face the woman and started talking.

"He thought you were another notch on my bedpost."

"But that's impossible!" Allison exclaimed, perhaps too quickly. Remy raised her eyebrows, her jaw hanging slightly loose.

"Well, uh, thank you for the confidence," she started awkwardly.

"No, I mean, I spoke to him and told him explicitly that I wasn't just a notch." The blonde clarified. Upon seeing the slightly disappointed look on Thirteen's face, she continued, "not that I don't trust you, I do. It's just strange that he would suddenly change his mind about you; as if our talk didn't even happen."

"Or as if someone told him otherwise." Thirteen looked thoughtfully off to the side.

"What do you mean?"

"I saw House talk to him today, he didn't look too pleased afterwards." Remy looked up again, meeting stormy eyes.

"That bastard!" Cameron cursed. "I swear I'm going to- to- ugh!" The brunette smiled at the blonde's inability to produce a threat, wincing slightly at the stinging caused by the cut. Allison noticed. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," she paused as Cameron took on her previous position to take another look at the cut, hands on her cheeks, "I should probably meet with Cuddy and your ex boyfriend from hell though." She tried to move away from the other woman to prevent any amorous feelings from washing over her, but was held back by the blonde's words.

"Hold on." She said quickly, standing on her tiptoes to press a little kiss on the cut. She smiled widely at the dumbfounded expression on Thirteen's face. "To take off the edge." With a wink she turned around and left the room, leaving Remy behind to do some breathing exercises.

"Taub in hot pants, Taub in hot pants…" she chanted, successfully pulling herself together and heading down to Cuddy's office.


Thirteen exited Cuddy's office, ghosting her fingers over her stinging lower lip. She had gotten away with a day long suspension 'to cool down and think about things' as the head of the hospital had put it. Chase was gone before she arrived, but Cuddy let her slip that he was much worse off. They hadn't gotten into the details about what happened between him and herself, but it seemed as though the dean knew the gist of it and would get around to talk about it when they didn't resolve their problems on their own.

"What happened?" When Thirteen looked up she saw a reluctant serious House standing nearby.

"Don't you have something better to do?" She asked agitatedly, starting to walk towards the lockers. House followed.

"Did Chase do that to you?" His voice was empty of all ridicule and held a slight hint of worry. Because of that she hesitated before answering with another question, and instead answered truthfully.

"Yes, somehow he got it into his thick head that I was playing Dr. Cameron. Where he got that idea from will forever remain a mystery." She told him in a emotionless and hard voice.

"You're not seeing her, are you?" The question was so sudden and so out of character, it made her stop walking off madly and gape at the man. Was he giving up his suspicions? Was he convinced that they weren't together? Was this another one of his devious plans? That last thought seemed the most likely to Remy, so she just shook her head, disappointed in House yet again, before heading for the lockers.

House followed her with his eyes, face twitching into a smile, and limped away when she was no longer in sight.