A/N Look at that fast update! Prepare for the apocalypse, I don't have anything to say.
Disclaimer: Did Thirteen and Cameron ever seem to have a romantic relationship in the show? No, either I don't own it or my editors wouldn't let me put it in. I'd say it's more of the first one.
"So, wombat, and Taub go and run those tests. Foreman, get me a coffee. Thirty-one, daddy wants to see you in his office." House flourished towards his office with his cane.
"House I already told you. I'm not going to tell you about my sex life." Thirteen crossed her arms. Frowning, as she walked in.
"I hear you have a new roommate." House placed his hands on the back of his chair.
"What?" Remy remembered her and Allison's deal, and pretended to have no clue what he was talking about.
"Well I guess she's not very new. I mean it's been what? Over a month since Cameron started back here. So have you two done it yet?" He asked sitting down in his chair.
"What are you talking about. I don't-" The younger doctor started, but House cut her off.
"Stop pretending, she admitted it to Chase." He smirked at the shocked look that flashed over her features before she pulled her calm face back together. The one she always maintained in front of House.
"So again, I ask, have you tapped that yet?" He leaned onto his hands.
"No, we're friends. Anyway, you know how straight Alli-Cameron is." Thirteen caught herself at the last minute. Knowing it was already too late. She had practically said Allison. Revealing how casual they were to each other.
"Oh, I wouldn't be to sure. I as a good boss should kept close tabs on all my employees. She is quite the bi-curious one." The sarcastic man made a wondering face. "Those were the days. When I had just the kangaroo, the black one, and your roomie on my team. Before Cuddy had a vice grip on my balls- Not that I don't love you, my bisexual one, and the one with the nose."
"Yeah, no, she's so straight it hurts." Dangerous areas, dangerous areas. His House senses are tingling. Remy new she had gone to far,
"I sense a bit of regret there. Why are you regretful that your roommate is painfully straight? No sexy pillow fights? No late night make out sessions? Or is it something more?" House started his investigation.
"I'm going now. Do you want me to do your clinic hours. I already finished mine." She turned to the door to leave.
"You're being evasive, but not completely freaking out. So it's not a relationship." Thirteen was opening the door, he was getting dangerously close. House could not find out. She was not that obvious. She stepped out and closed the door behind her. She was walking swiftly to the clinic. Her heart in her throat. No, no, no. He could not know.
If he found out. The rest of the hospital would find out. The rest of the hospital, including Allison. No, she would die. At the very least that is not how she wanted Allison to find out.
A rhythmic clop of a cane broke into her thoughts.
"Thirteen! I'm not done." She sped up Then ducked into the stairwell. Full out running down the stairs, taking them four at a time.
"Hey that's not fair! I can't go down the stairs. Only up, especially that fast. You're really running from me? So it must be true." House stood at the top of the stairs. They were alone. Maybe, maybe, she could keep him from telling everyone. "You have a crush on Cameron, like a little girl." No. This was House.
Remy continued down the stairs ignoring her boss.
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"Come in!" Wilson called when he heard three knocks on his door.
"I have a House problem." Thirteen stated when she walked in.
"What kind of House problem?" The oncologist asked. Looking up at the brunette duckling.
"A, he knows a secret problem..." She trailed off. Wilson had instantly popped into her panic stricken brain when House had caught her in the stairwell.
"Then you have two options. Either get ready for everyone to know, or do anything he wants until it doesn't entertain him anymore." Wilson offered. "But those will only work sometimes. Otherwise, you're screwed."
"Thanks." Thirteen gave him one of her charming smiles. The older doctor just waved her off.
"No problem, I feel that I should share my unique view into handling House. Oh and I'd advice you go work out your slave deal with him now, before he runs rampant around the hospital with whatever secret of yours he has." He gave her his own smile. Before she left.
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"I see my hot bisexual has come back to daddy!" House smiled from behind his desk where he had been intensely focusing on his laptop.
"So have you come to admit your crush on Cameron. It's actually really adorably sexy. A crush for a grown woman.. But I love it. I'm not sure she will though." He looked up at Thirteen, his signature smirk in place.
"Can we make a deal?" She replied.
"You don't want to make a deal with me." He stated his smirk widening.
"I do." Thirteen challenged.
"What kind of deal?" He inquired.
"You don't tell anyone, because even if it isn't true. You think it is. I'll do all your paperwork. Get your coffee, anything." She saw the look that came over his face. "Anything not sexual." She added.
"So you'll be like my personnel slave?" He asked cocking his head to the side, mulling it over. Probably weighing his options.
Have Thirteen to do whatever he wanted, or tell Cameron that she liked her. There was that possibility she was screwing the lesbian society, one incredibly sexy couple... He could investigate into Cameron while he had Thirteen at his beck and call.. That sounded particularly appetizing. If he didn't think Cameron had any non-platonic interest in her he could always screw Thirteen over, and stir up drama, that could be fun.
"Okay. But you are are to satisfy my every whim. No matter what, not sexual of course, at whatever time, day or night. Okay? Otherwise I'll go tell the nurses in the ER that my hot bi-sexual doctor, likes their hot blonde boss, and that you're living together." House offered the deal, and let Thirteen think about it.
"Okay." With that she turned to leave.
"I want a bagel. With blueberry jelly." House demanded at her back.
This was going to be difficult.
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"You're late." Allison commented from where she stood, on a chair dusting the top of a bookshelf.
"You stalk my work schedule." Remy replied walking to the kitchen. Unable to give up the chance of a glance at Allison's ass from that wonderful view.
"No, Chase, Foreman and Taub left when I was leaving. You weren't with them." Allison got down of the chair and attempted to drag it to the kitchen.
"I had paperwork to finish." She didn't have to know that it wasn't her paperwork she was doing. Remy hoisted the chair up away from Allison. "You'll scuff the tile." She stated. At Allison's questioning look.
"I made pasta." The blonde stated pointing to the Tupperware on the counter.
"Sweet." Remy scooped it up after setting the chair at the kitchen table, and getting a plate from the cabinet. Spilling it onto the plate and sticking it in the microwave.
"So I was wondering if you wanted to help me Christmas shop this weekend?" Allison gave her a pleading look.
"I hate Christmas shopping." Remy groaned slumping against the counter. Even with her hate for crazy drivers, overly worked teenage cashiers, and too much walking. The idea of spending time with Allison, and that she wanted her too. It was too alluring.
"Well you don't have to. But we could get Starbucks, and have another snowball fight?" She pleaded. "Christmas shopping alone is just depressing." The blonde added looking down at the smooth expanse of the kitchen table.
"Alright, but no cheating at the snowball fight." Thirteen warned. Opening the microwave at the shrill wails telling her her reheated rotini was done.
"Like you didn't like me sitting on you." Allison teased. Smiling when Remy blushed furiously and hid in the fridge to get something to drink.
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"No, I am not working over the weekend. So I can run pointless errands for you, and make sure the window replacement guys don't touch your ball. It's not my fault you threw a bowling ball through the window. I know it was just to piss Cuddy off." Thirteen slumped into the chair in the corner of House's room.
"So, should I be making a trip to the ER?" House inquired spinning his cane between his fingers. Remy internally freaked out. But kept her calm face to House. She didn't want to cancel on Allison, and make yet another excuse like she had all week. She had been late every day that week, all because of House's stupid utterly pointless errands.
The guys on the team were getting a little suspicious too. Why was Thirteen suddenly more submissive to House's stupid requests than Chase, or even Taub. She usually stood up to him a little more, but he would just giving her a look and she caved.
"No, I'll stay. But why all weekend? Their only going to be here tomorrow?" Thirteen stood. Attempting to regain some of her footing in their deal.
"I'll decide on Sunday if I want you to go home." House stated, standing, and heading for his door.
When he was gone Remy buried her head in her hands. Exhaustion coming over her like a wave. She was so tired. Tired of this. House was living up to his reputation with their deal that was for sure. He had been dragging her around, her caving to his will even more than she did Allison's.
She wondered briefly if it was worth it.
Of course.
Allison could not find out. If she did, no, she could not think about it.
Sure Allison seemed to know when she was drunk and had been pretty much trying to screw Remy. But she had been drunk. It wasn't, wasn't real. That was at least what Remy kept telling herself.
But part of her knew the truth. She was scared. She didn't want Allison to know, because of the possibility of Allison liking her back. Sure,in her little crush mind it was everything if Allison liked her back.
But in her logical mind. The one that ruled her at work. The one that didn't flirt with Allison on a daily basis. She knew that if Allison liked her too. The next step would be a relationship. Which sounded so great. But again. Remy knew she couldn't let herself have it.
She was dying. Plain and simple. Just the friendship that she had with Allison was going to become a burden someday. A relationship. No. She couldn't do that to her. She had already been widowed, and divorced.
Sure she knew that at some point the little crush she had had on Allison had become something more. Maybe it had been when she had kissed her. Or when she had taken care of her when she was sick. The obvious care she had for Remy.
It drew her to her, because plain and simple. Remy was lonely. She wasn't so much anymore, after Allison had moved in. But other than Allison, and Jeff her bartender friend. She didn't have any friends.
She wanted someone to cuddle with with on the cold snowy, and rainy days that came so often in Princeton. She wanted someone to share her fears, dreams, wishes, passions and pretty much her world with.
She was allowed to want that as a person. But broken as she was. She didn't think she had a right to it. But if she did have a right to it. She knew she wanted it with Allison.
"Lesbian! I was just going to get a coffee, but then I remembered that I have you to do that. So get to it." House broke into her thoughts harshly.
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"I know Allison it sucks. Maybe we can go on Sunday?" Remy asked following the blonde to her room. She had just told her that she couldn't go shopping on Saturday.
"I don't see why you have to go. I mean it's just House being stupid. Tell Cuddy. She won't make you work for no reason on a Saturday without pay, because of House." Allison fell on her bed. The moonlight that reflected off the snow was seeping in the room, and lighting Allison up beautifully. That with the pout on her face...
Remy sat at the end of the bed. "House says I'm on 'punishment,' because I told Wilson he was going to leave a golden retriever in his office over the weekend with a bag of dog food, and a bowl of water." That wasn't a total lie, she had told him but House didn't know, and that wasn't why she was going into work.
"Whatever. House is an idiot." Allison rolled over, landing her head on Remy's lap. Which sent a flurry of butterflies around in her stomach. Allison had gotten used to teasing Remy like this, and it was second nature now. Allison's touch seemed to affect Remy twice as much since the drunken incident. That Remy still didn't know if Allison remembered.
The brunette went to get up. But felt a hand close on hers. "Don't leave yet." Demanded a sleepy Allison. Remy couldn't disobey that.
A/N So, I wrote this in like half an hour, so I hope you like it. I needed some good House involvement. Review, it's like spurs in my sides. (Unless you're an animal activist. Than it's like encouraging cookies?)
