A/N: Hello! Sorry if there are any little mistakes, I didn't have time to send this to a beta. But I did write it with my spelling check, so it shouldn't! I don't think this story has much left. Three chapters at the most. Hope you enjoy! Everything goes to its rightful owners.

Pushing the black rimmed glasses up the bridge of her nose, Cameron finished the last two stitches of her current ER patient. Her patient was a thirty-five year old man, who had placed his hand in the wrong spot while opening a box with a knife. Definitely was one of the more normal situations she has seen.

She discharged the man before pulling off the rubber medical gloves and throwing them into a waste bin on her way back to the nurse's station. Her eyes instinctively searched for another doctor as she picked up another patient file before remembering she wasn't there. In fact, it had been almost three weeks since Thirteen had gone back to House.

Cameron at first thought the brunette had taken leave from the hospital, she never saw her anywhere. Not in the cafeteria, or passing through the ER. But one day she walked towards the locker room and almost ran into her as she was exiting.

"Oh, sorry," she said before actually looking up into the person she had bumped into. She came face to face with the familiar steely blue eyes that made her heart pause. "Hey."

The taller woman looked like she couldn't decide whether to flee or respond. "Hey," she returned, the corner of her lips turning up into that smile when you're trying to be polite.

"How're you doing?" Allison was desperately trying to keep herself from launching herself against the other woman. Being here, only feet away from her, made her realize just how much she had missed her.

Remy answered her with a slight shrug and a nod of her head. She was looking anywhere but directly at the blonde. It was killing her; Cameron wanted the Thirteen she had come to know during working with her back. But this was her fault, after all.

She still hadn't made up her mind. She didn't want to have to make up her mind. She wanted things to be easy, and simple, where no one got hurt. Why should one person be able to cause someone else's pain? She snapped back to the other woman, who was now looking at her strangely.

"You okay?"

Allison blushed slightly. "Y-yeah, fine…zoned out, I guess. Listen, Rem…"

Her light blue eyes moved to look in her eyes. Really look into her eyes. Cameron instantly lost her train of thought for a moment before remembering. "I haven't decided yet…" at this Remy's eyes flickered away, "But I just wanted you to know that I've missed-"

Before she could finish, another familiar face came out of the locker room. "Cameron," the dark skinned Foreman greeted.

"Eric," she shot him a half smile.

"Thirteen and I were going down the street for drinks. You wanna join?"

Her eyes flickered to Remy, surprise clear on her face. She was back to not looking at her. "No thanks," she said, turning back to her ex-colleague. "I still have another hour on my shift," she lied.

"Alright," he turned to the brunette. "You ready?"

"Yeah," her eyes shifted to his before meeting Cameron's eyes for a fraction of a second. They were unreadable. Allison turned and walked into the locker room quietly as soon as they turned and walked away.

That had been last week. She hadn't seen the younger woman since. Even Chase picked up on her absence, asking her why they hadn't been hanging out. He was happy about it, of course, which made Allison even more irritable when he brought it up.

Speaking of the Australian man, she spotted him now walking towards her. "What're you doing here?" she asked, not particularly happy to see him.

"Good to see you too," he retorted. "House wants to talk to you."

"Why didn't he just page me?" They walked out to the elevators. "Any why send you? You don't work for him…"

"I was talking to Foreman," he explained, pressing the correct button once the doors opened. "Did you know he likes Thirteen?"

Cameron bit down onto her tongue as the doors slid shut. "No."

"He asked me to ask you to put a good word in for him, since you're friends."

She chose to ignore his comment. Instead, brushing past him quickly towards the Diagnostic's office as soon as the doors opened.

"Ah, my little favorite ex-duckling," House exclaimed as she pulled open the glass door and walked into his office.

"You need something?"

"My sources tell me you and my current duckling Thirty-One have been getting close." A sly smirk grew on his face.

"No closer than two colleagues thrown together for a week because of a common sadistic boss between the two."

"Ouch," he deadpanned. "You know what I think?" He got out from behind his desk and walked till he was standing in front of her. "I think spending a week with one of PPTH's hottest doctors, has led you to reevaluate your sexual orientation…for Thirteen, at least."

"You're out of your mind," she answered as calmly as possible, even throwing in an eye roll. Keeping her breathing even proved to be difficult.

"Your nurses tell me otherwise."

"I…"

"It's okay, you don't have to admit it," his eyes were now practically alight with whatever emotion he was feeling. "When do you plan on ditching pretty boy for hot girl?"

"I never said I was-"

"Did you forget who you're talking to? You're obviously not happy with him. You're happy with her, right? Dump him, go with her. Plain and simple."

"It's not plain and simple," she argued back. "You don't understand."

"What's there to understand? Thirteen is even dying. You do like dying people…"

"House," she hissed, narrowing her eyes into a glare. "That has nothing to do with this!"

"If you say so," he shrugged. His eyes looked behind her and she heard the door being pulled open. "Just who we were talking about. Thirteen, there you are."

Cameron glanced over her shoulder to see the brunette standing right inside the doorway. She was glancing between the two of them warily.

"Tests confirmed sarcoidosis," she stated, staring at House.

"Taub and Foreman treating?" After her nod he continued, "Good. Come join our conversation, it's about you after all."

Allison watched as she swiftly walked closer to them, the white doctor coat flowing slightly with the movement. She made quick eye contact with her as the brunette gave her a sideways glance.

"House," Cameron warned, staring him down.

Thirteen furrowed her eyebrows with a frown. "What's this about?"

"Cameron here has something she wants to tell you."

The taller woman turned to her, a questioning eyebrow raised.

"This isn't something you're going to pressure me into, House."

"If I don't give you a little push, you'll take too long. Poor Thirteen only has so much time left."

Thirteen rolled her eyes. "Thanks a lot."

"I speak only the truth," he responded. "Unless I'm lying. But I guess you won't know."

"Can we get to the point?" Thirteen asked impatiently. She turned to face Cameron. "What do you need to tell me?"

"Not here," she stared pointedly at House.

"This is my office," he pointed out.

"House," Cameron pleaded. "Please?"

He pressed his lips into a thin line. "Fine. I need to talk to Wilson anyway. You have five minutes." He limped towards the door and pulled it open. "Oh, Wilson!" the rest was tuned out as the door swung shut.

"Well?"

"Remy…"

"I'm listening," she responded. She stared at her blankly.

Allison took a deep breath. "I'm not ready yet."

Remy's face stayed emotionless and she didn't move. She could've sworn she saw a twitch in her jaw from clenching her jaw. She took a deep breath as she glanced away from the blonde before looking at her again. "Okay," she said quietly. "I understand. Don't worry about it." She started to walk away but stopped when she felt a small hand wrap around her wrist.

Allison stared at where her hand was wrapped around her arm. Refusing to meet her eyes she said, "I mean…I'm not ready because I still haven't told Chase. But I'm going to. Tonight."

"Are you just doing this because of House? Allison, it's really okay-"

"No," she cut her off. She had glanced back up into her eyes when she heard Remy use her first name again. "It's not because of House. I've been thinking about it, a lot. House was right when he said I needed a little push. But not a push to make the decision because deep down I made the decision that night when I kissed you. I just needed a push to take the action."

Remy was searching her face for any sign of doubt or hesitation, but there was none. A sudden thought occurred to the blonde and a small pit started forming in her stomach. "But if you're with Foreman now I-"

This time Remy cut her off. "I am not with Foreman. He's a good guy but…not in that way. And besides," she took a step closer and brushed back a strand of rogue blonde hair behind her ear. "I've sort of had my eyes on someone else."

Allison bit down on her lip to keep the silly grin under control. "Yeah?"

"Mhm. Beyond attractive blonde, caring, fantastic doctor, works in the ER…perhaps you know her?"

"I think I do."

Remy smirked at her, reaching down to brush her fingers against hers, gazing into her eyes softly. "Could you tell her to hurry up and let her boyfriend know she's leaving him? Because I would really, really, really, like to kiss her."

Cameron blushed. "I think I can handle that. I think she would say she'll talk to him as soon as they both get home."

An emotion Allison couldn't place flickered across the brunette's face briefly. "What is it?"

"Nothing," she responded immediately. "I'll tell you tomorrow." They both quickly took a step back as Foreman and Taub were walking down the hallway from the elevators. Thank goodness for the glass wall.

"I thought you were going home?" Foreman asked Thirteen as he entered.

"I am. I just ran into Cameron on my way out," her eyes flickered to her as she said this; a smile Allison had missed far too much coming across her face.

"Well, see you around, Thirteen," she turned back to smile gently at her as her hand rested on the door handle.

"Later, Cameron," came her reply, with a subtle wink as she turned back to her team members.

Allison walked away in a stupor, resisting sneaking another glance at the woman on the other side of the glass. Now all she had to do was break the news to Chase.