A/N: So, apparently, starting a new series gave me some inspiration for this one as well. Go figure... Anyway, this is not exactly the way I wanted it to be, but it's still better than nothing, right?
I should warn you that Foreman is an ass, and Thirteen is quite PMS-y. lol
As always, reviews are extremely welcome! XD
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The next day was a workday again for both Remy and Allison. The blonde had, over the previous day, decided she'd look for her female coworker and try to talk to her. In the end, it wasn't entirely the brunette's fault that Cameron felt attracted to her, or that she felt bad for having sex with someone other than her husband. She hadn't, after all, forced her to do anything; she had submitted out of her own will.
It also wasn't Thirteen's fault that their interaction had made the older doctor question herself about her marriage and about how much she really wanted to be with her husband.
The new duckling, however, wasn't in the best of moods. Being forced to work alongside her boyfriend who, obviously, still hadn't apologized for being a jerk, she had the firm intention to at least avoid the blonde ER doctor at all costs, since she didn't think she could handle the inevitable (or so she thought) argument that would follow.
Thus, Thirteen avoided all public places like the doctor's lounge and the cafeteria, only entering the latter quickly to grab some food and coffee, and then heading to her secret refuge in PPTH: the rooftop, which, at that time of the year, had the upside of gifting her with a cool breeze.
'This feels like high school all over again! But, thankfully, I at least have a place nicer that the toilet to hide in...'
When her lunchtime was over, the young doctor returned to the diagnostics room, only to find Foreman sitting there, alone. She was about to turn on her heels and walk somewhere else, when the man spotted her and their gazes met.
"Remy, where have you been?"
"Having lunch", she replied dryly.
"I've just left the cafeteria and you weren't there."
"Never said I was."
The nonchalant answer was enough to annoy the male doctor, which was actually what his female counterpart wanted. "Are you avoiding me?"
"But of course not! Why in the world would I be?", she answered, in the most sarcastic tone she could muster.
"I don't know, Remy. I really don't know."
"Well, you should, Eric. Or maybe you shouldn't, and it's my mistake to assume you would actually care about your girlfriend. If that's the case, I'm not really sure I want to be your girlfriend at all."
"Are you breaking up with me?". At this point, Foreman was o the verge of shouting, not being used to getting dumped, and not really believing that anyone could possibly be unsatisfied with him.
"Yes, Eric. I guess I am."
"You- you can't do this!"
"Actually, I can. I don't love you, I've always let that clear. You don't love me, either. You wanted the conquest, the thrill of making me open up to you, let you in. You got it, you lost interest. You barely talk to me anymore. We should've split up long ago. In fact, we shouldn't ever have been together in the first place."
With that, the intern stormed out of the room, deciding she'd rather wait for the rest of the team outside than stay for one mere second in the presence of her – now – ex-boyfriend. At least now she didn't have to worry about him finding out she had slept with Cameron...
Unfortunately, however, she had the worst possible timing, turning the corner at the exact same time as said doctor, who was coming from the opposite direction and walking towards the diagnostics office. They bumped onto each other, both losing their balance and almost falling to the floor.
"I'm sorry, I...", before she could finish her apology, Thirteen saw who had been on her way. "Oh, crap. All that I needed right now."
"Oh, crap? Is that your reaction to meeting me, Dr. Hadley? Too bad, 'cause I was hoping we could talk."
"Cameron... listen. I'm not in the mood for any talking right now. So let's go with that: if you're here to tell me that can never happen again or something along those lines, don't waste your saliva. I was drunk, I'm sorry for that, ok? I won't get near you again. Now, if you're here to tell me that you do want it to happen again, answer is still the same: I won't get near you again. You should be with your husband; I'm not going to be a part of your lesbian experiment. Is that all? Now, have a nice day, Dr. Cameron."
And, just like that, Allison found herself standing alone in the middle of the corridor. 'Wow, that went bad. And I didn't even say anything...'
However, as bad as it had been, what the younger doctor said had an effect that not even she was aware of when she spoke that words. That effect wasn't visible at all, but was fully manifested inside the blonde's head, by one simple question that wouldn't leave her mind for the rest of that day: 'Do I want that to happen again?'
