Cameron got onto the elevator with about a dozen other people and an empty gurney. The small space was packed enough for her to consider taking the stairs instead, but being stuck at the back of the elevator didn't give her much choice.
She sighed as the doors slid shut, taking a step back when the woman in front of her started to reach for something in her bag in one big motion. What she didn't expect was for foreign hands to come to rest on her hips. She was about to throw off whoever was touching her like that, maybe not as violently as she would have liked, but faltered when she met with familiar playful eyes. Wordlessly, she turned around again, eyes trained forwards on the slowly changing numbers.
The hands didn't start to wander as she first thought they would, but stayed where they were, tugging her in closer to the body behind her.
Cameron looked down at the files in her arms, trying to distract herself from Thirteen's proximity. Her neck hairs rose when she felt a warm breath being blown across her ear.
Thirteen grinned as she saw how Cameron began to fidget; the blonde pressing herself closer against her of her own accord. It was a good sign. After finding out about her reluctance to share their relationship with the world, there was a nagging voice at the back of her head telling her that something was amiss, that maybe she was playing a game with her, that maybe she and Chase hadn't broken up and that she was two-timing them. She was happy to cross off the fear that she was playing some sick game with her off her list when Cameron flattened herself into the younger doctor.
As everyone got out at the next floor it was apparent to Cameron that the group of people belonged together. Silently grateful for catching a break, she turned around when the doors slid shut again, communicating with the other woman non-verbally by squinting her eyes at her in a playful suspicious look. 'What the hell was that?'
Thirteen shrugged, still grinning. 'I felt like it.'
Cameron shook her head, letting out an exaggerated sigh as a smile played on her lips. 'What am I going to do with you?'
Thirteen's look turned suggestive, smile widening. She reached for the other woman's waist and pulled her in close by a belt loop, wiping the smile off the blonde's face. 'I know a thing or two.'
Cameron let out a shaky breath, unable to resist closing in the remaining distance, and soon Thirteen's grin dissolved as well, too busy with reciprocating the surprisingly gentle kiss.
Files fell to the floor. 'Yes, please.'
"I'm telling you, there's nothing going on between Thirteen and Allison," Chase persisted, trying to shake Foreman off as he walked through the corridor. Figuring that he wouldn't follow him if he descended a few floors, he made his way over to the elevators and pressed the button. He needed to be downstairs anyway.
"It has nothing to do with what you think, they have a thing and nothing's going to change that."
"If they had a 'thing' I would know about it," Chase said confidently, not so patiently waiting for the elevator to arrive. "Allison and I had a talk the other day and she told me she just needed some space."
Foreman's frown deepened, starting to feel conflicted. Who was he going to believe? Thirteen's obvious change in behavior was a safer bet than Chase's confidence. Though if Cameron literally said so, then his ex could be playing a game with him. "And I'm telling you, she didn't fake the look she sent Cameron."
"Sure," he agreed to shut Foreman up, turning to check him out exaggeratedly. The neurologist grimaced at the way Chase was looking him up and down. "Looks can't be faked at all."
The elevator dinged, and Chase had already taken a step forwards before he saw who was doing what inside the relatively small space.
Cameron had pushed Thirteen against the back of the elevator and was in the process of kissing the other woman languorously. To the two men who were watching, however, they looked like they were in the middle of a heated elevator sex session, the sudden wave of hormones clouding their minds.
Thirteen had half a mind to check if anyone needed to get on the elevator after realizing that the doors had opened. Lazily opening an eye, she was beyond amused to see both men watching them intently, jaws in different states of dislocation. It only further added to her amusement when the doors started to slide shut again. She let her hands slide down Cameron's back deliberately, pretending to reach for forbidden territory, but stopping before she reached anything.
Both Foreman and Chase were staring at the closed elevator doors.
"Did you just see…" Chase was unable to finish his sentence.
"Thirteen and Cameron practicing their CPR on each other?" Foreman asked, finally snapping out of his daze to send Chase a skeptical look. "Yes, they were most definitely not making out in the elevator."
House walked over to the spot Chase and Foreman had previously occupied in front of the elevator, shooting them a strange look as they walked away. Chase had definitely been checking out Foreman just before they both froze. For once he didn't want to come to any conclusions, instead deciding to let it slide.
The elevator doors opened, revealing a surprisingly composed Cameron and Thirteen. When the girls noticed him they were thanking God for not letting him be present five minutes earlier.
"Wow." House grinned as he observed them both. "It's a miracle you two don't go mad with all the sexual tension."
Thirteen raised an amused eyebrow, about to reply, but was beat to the punch by Cameron who turned to her nonchalantly. "Yeah, it is getting rather unbearable, isn't it?"
"I can barely contain myself," Thirteen replied dryly, watching the blonde questioningly.
"Call me," Cameron whispered loud enough for House to hear, making the phone gesture with her hand as she walked away.
The pleasantly surprised look Thirteen was sporting didn't go by unnoticed by House.
Cameron sat in the locker room, reading through Thirteen's latest txt about how Chase found out about them and scarred Foreman in the process. She sighed. That hadn't been the way she wanted him to find out, but at least she hadn't been pulled to the side by an angry ex all day. Maybe that was a good thing. Maybe.
She was startled out of her thought by a buzzing pager, which she promptly checked. Frowning, she proceeded to put her mobile away before making her way up to diagnostics.
"Yeah, blond is very popular these days."
Cameron opened the door, only to be greeted by Foreman's voice. House was in his familiar scrutinizing mode, a grin tugging at his lips as he blatantly ignored the blonde that just entered diagnostics.
"What are you implying?" Thirteen turned to the man. The question was not at all accusing, but rather relaxed and plain questioning. The brunette had nothing to lose if they found out, so she figured she'd just play along when they started to discuss same sex relationships.
"Foreman isn't chase-ing skirt anymore," House suddenly piped up. Weather he really believed it or not was besides the point, but everybody seemed to get the point.
Taub shifted uncomfortably in his seat as he considered it. Kutner looked at Foreman disbelievingly. Thirteen tried to hide her smile, briefly looking up to make eye contact with an equally disbelieving Cameron. Foreman tried to make sense of his comment, confused frown in place.
"What?" he asked simply, unable to wipe the bewildered look from his face.
"Who's the bottom? I'm dying to know. Chase or you?" House was still wearing the same, slightly out of place amused grin as before. "Chase's pretty blue eyes must make your rock solid, tough… exterior melt."
"That's so farfetched I don't even know how to respond."
"Oh please, you two were so having eye sex in the hallway." The limp doctor glanced around the room briefly, taking in everybody's reaction. "Kinda like Cameron is doing to Thirteen right now."
All eyes settled on the aforementioned blonde, everyone suddenly turning more eager to believe. Cameron, previously studying the list of symptoms on the whiteboard, just rolled her eyes and sighed. "Yes, I came here to steal away Thirteen and have hot office sex with her, not because I was paged with an emergency."
Thirteen flattened a hand on the cool glass surface of the table, turning somewhat hot under the collar after hearing the words 'hot office sex' spoken by the other woman.
"Who said anything about taking Thirteen?" House grin turned infinitively more amused as he turned to Cameron. The glint in his eyes was a tad too perverted for her liking. "But please, use my office."
"I might take you up on that," she replied evenly, a tinge of victory apparent in her own smile as House took a moment to recover.
Thirteen stood up subtly and calmly headed for the exit, drawing curious glances. Noticing the looks she was receiving, she explained, "Just thought it'd be easier for you to talk about me behind my back if I wasn't, you know, present."
It took about 0,2 seconds for House to notice the concerned look Cameron was sending Thirteen. "Oh, just kiss her better already and get it over with."
Cameron raised her eyebrows at the brunette and nearly shrugged. 'Why not?'
Thirteen had frozen up for a moment, unable to believe that she read the woman's expression right. She soon recovered, however, when the playful demeanor persisted. It was all she needed to stride over confidently and take her in a kiss.
As a happy Cameron wrapped her arms around the obedient brunette, every male in the room looked on in fascination. Especially House, who actually took a step to the side to have a better view on the two woman kissing. He quickly reached for the phone in his pocket, but failed to take a picture in time as the women were already parting.
"You're right," Thirteen breathed, a hint of satisfaction in her voice. "I do feel better."
Cameron licked her lips, giving her woman one last look before turning to House. "Was that all?" Taking his uncharacteristic silence for a yes, she exited diagnostics triumphantly and headed down to the ER.
Once left alone with the majority of testosterone, Thirteen started to get slightly uncomfortable under the gazes.
"You're so getting a raise," House finally broke the silence.
THE END (again, not sure, but I wouldn't know what else to write)
Last few weeks… so busy… dying… *cough* Yeah, I don't know, any previous quality of the story might have flown out the window here.
Which reminds me. I have issues with replying to people's reviews, because I don't know if you want me to reply. If you do, mentioning that you wouldn't mind the inbox-spammage would be helpful.
Btw, if you were to go to America (if you already live there, I'm still curious to the second part of this question), what city would you visit and why?
Danielle G; Foreman almost seems to be used to the torture, if this chapter is any indication. But I'm glad you liked the previous chapter, as always. I hope you found House affirming his suspicions to your liking *snigger*
Tragyk; I don't think I ever managed to inspire anyone (or maybe I did), so that makes a great compliment ^__^