Author's Note: Aaahh. Sorry for rushing to finish the story. But hey, you guys get two chapters today as a bonus.

Chapter 10: Intention

The following days of the week had been pretty much the same. It consisted of Remy and Allison sneaking glances at each other whenever they were in the same room, a few subtle grazes and touches here and there when they were positive no one was looking, lunch together away from the hospital when the day wasn't too busy, fuming glares and stares from the infuriated ex-husband, and of course a superfluous amount of unnecessary mocking and obscene remarks from the man who compares himself to God. Unfortunately, working for House meant late nights at the hospital, either taking the night shift to watch their patient or staying cooped up in the lab for test results. And when Thirteen was given the privilege of leaving work early, it was Cameron who had to stay overnight for duty. It was more than frustrating how their schedules and time off barely fit together, but they remained patient. More than anything, the time they spent separated made them look forward to their much-awaited encounters even more. The two of them couldn't have been more happy when the weekend approached. Allison had taken the initiative to ask Remy out for dinner Friday night, and they planned to head over to Thirteen's apartment afterwards to watch a movie. It was the perfect way to relieve themselves after such a stressful week of work.

But one thing has caught the attention of the two doctors. Everybody knew that rumors tended to spread like wildfire around PPTH, and yet no one (besides House of course) has ever approached Thirteen or Cameron about their 'secret' relationship. Sure, they've been trying their hardest to keep all displays of affection on the down low, but were they really that good at hiding it? Which comes to another puzzling anomaly: House. On a normal day, when the madman gets ahold of blackmail-worthy information, he'd take full advantage of it, rubbing it in everybody's faces, announcing it to the entire world and get someone extremely hurt or furious before he's satisfied. But not with 'Camteen', as he coined them. He only made those suggestive comments whenever he was alone with one of them, or when nobody else was around. This strange behavior piqued the secret couple's interest and curiosity immensely. Not that they weren't thankful for his silence though. They just didn't know what to make of it.

Thirteen walked into his office that Friday afternoon with a CT scan of their most recent patient in hand. She saw that he had his face buried in his laptop with no motions of moving, even when they both knew he heard her come in.

"Scan shows tumors in the brain. They're prepping the patient for surgery right now." She slipped the film onto his desk.

"Sounds good," came his reply. The fact that he only took a brief glance at the scan showed that he obviously wasn't interested. Instead, he looked up at the brunette. "So how's Cameron?" he asked with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Ugh." Typical of him to care more about her love life than the wellbeing of his own patient. But she thought that him bringing up the topic of their relationship was a good opportunity to interrogate him about his stance on it. "Why do you care anyway?"

Her boss leaned back on his chair and clasped his hands behind that brilliant head of his. "Two hot female doctors hooking up. Duh!" He spoke as if it were the most obvious and sensible reason in the world.

Thirteen rolled her eyes. "No. It has got to be more than that." She placed her hands on her hips. "For some reason, I don't think this is only because you want to fulfill your fantasies. I mean...it seems like you care enough not to mess us up. Well, not yet anyway."

"Why on earth would I mess you two up? This is all I've ever dreamed of! Live drama is SO much better than General Hospital."

"But this is just so weird! You're supposed to be tearing us apart, finding ways to screw up our relationship like...like you did with Cameron and Chase...me and Foreman...and almost every single relationship Wilson has ever had. Or at least try to get me fired again. Or make up excuses about me getting distracted and having my performance as a doctor affected. But you're not. You're being..." She paused for a while, trying to find the words. "...unusually supportive. It's almost as if..."

A thought hit her and she gasped, widening her eyes. Then slowly, a smug expression formed on her face. "You think we're good together," she declared in an all too accusing tone. "You want us to stay together, not just because it's "hot", as you put it, but because we fit. Because she's right for me." Remy's smile was triumphant.

"Nooo," he drawled. "God, what is it with you people, always trying to justify my behavior with such humanitarian interpretations? I always have to work extra hard to look bad."

She found his denial a little unconvincing. As much as he loved watching drama ensue, she'd barely interacted with Cameron around the hospital the entire week. And all he saw was just one kiss. He wasn't going crazy over them, wasn't setting up any video cameras in their apartments (hopefully she'd be right about that), wasn't hiring anyone to stalk them or following them home. He's still nosy, asking inappropriate questions, but he wasn't as prying as he used to be. He was being nice, keeping quiet so as not to cause any potential problems between her and Cameron. It's been a week and he still hasn't said a word about them to anyone. He's...cooperative. Since when was House cooperative in any sense?

"I am so telling Cameron."

"Tell her what? That I'm a good person? Yeah, I'm sure she'd buy that, what with her compassion and tendency to love everything that moves," he said sarcastically, diverting his attention back to his laptop.

Thirteen eyed him inquisitively. No, she wasn't mistaken. This was House supporting their relationship. As she became more certain about the discovery, she felt like laughing out loud.

"You better wipe that smile off your face before I do start screwing with you," he warned her, seeming completely engrossed with the computer screen.

The intern narrowed her eyes at him. "You wouldn't."

The impish smile on his face made Remy doubt herself for a second. She scrutinized the man who shook his head and tsked at whatever he was looking at on his mac. Was he pulling her leg? Maybe he had a different approach now – by not messing with her, he actually was. Or perhaps Thirteen was overanalyzing his motives, and this was all set up as a mind game. Goddamn the complexity of House's brain and how it functions.

"Oh god..." She heard him murmur. What the hell was he watching?

"Porn again?" she asked casually. The man looked up at her expectantly.

"No. Something better."

Remy scrunched her eyebrows with confusion. 'What could be better than porn for House?' Curiosity getting the best of her, she stepped around the table to take a peak. And what she saw made her jaw hit the ground. "No."

Eyes as wide as saucers, she stared at his laptop. Filling the entire screen was a fully focused picture of her making out with Cameron, tongue and all, as they stood by the hospital parking lot. At some other time, she would've thought the photo extremely hot...but her mind pushed those thoughts aside as she snapped her head back to the man who completely violated her privacy. "Where the hell did you get that?" she yelled, demanding an answer intimidatingly. She watched as an evil grin spread across her boss's unshaven face.

"I never would have pegged you as a lovey-dovey PDA type of girl," he commented. Thirteen reached a hand over to the trackpad with intentions of deleting it off the mac, but House smacked her arm away. "Hey! My property!" He shielded his laptop computer from his infuriated employee.

"My privacy!" she shouted in return. But every time her hands got within a one-foot radius of his mac, they were violently swatted away.

"I was just an innocent bystander who happened to have a camera. Who knew you'd go at it in public like that?" he defended himself, eyeing the photo again.

"YOU..." Remy pointing a threatening finger at him. The situation was getting ridiculous. She didn't even know what to say. Maybe she was wrong the first time. House was being supportive for his own entertainment. The nerve of him! "I swear to God, House..."

"You don't even believe in God," he quipped. 'Wiseass.'

Just as she opened her mouth to say something, the brunette heard someone enter the office. She turned to find herself face-to-face with Foreman. "Thirteen, we've been paging you for the past ten minutes. We need you down at the OR now for the surgery." His voice was urgent and slightly frustrated.

"Sorry, I must've left my pager in my locker," she mumbled in reply. When the colored doctor turned to leave, she followed suit...until she remembered why she was feeling so mad. Stopping by the door, she spun around to shoot daggers at House. "Listen up. I don't have the time right now to convince you to delete that photo – I will do that some other day – but you are going to be the only, I repeat, the only person who will ever have access to that picture, am I clear?"

However, her frightening tone did not have the effect she was hoping for, and certainly did not succeed in wiping that smirk off her boss's face. "What makes you think there's only one picture?"

Remy gaped at him, mortified. "NO."

She was about to speak again when Foreman's voice called her attention. "Thirteen! Are you coming or not?" He was clearly getting impatient waiting for his colleague. Then again, who can blame him; their dying patient was sitting in the OR waiting to be sliced open.

Pointing a finger at the cantankerous madman again and shaking her head, she left the room. As she began walking down the hall to catch up with Foreman, she took one last glance at her boss again and what she saw made her stop for a second. Surprisingly, she found him smiling. What struck her was that it was unexpectedly genuine, sincere, void of any mockery. He met her gaze briefly, and she couldn't help but smile back. And that was all it took for Remy to figure out House's true intentions.

"House gave us his blessing."

"Uh...what?"

"House. I think he gave us his blessing."

Cameron looked at a patient's bloody, stitched-up leg in front of her, then looked up at her girlfriend. She felt like she was missing something here. Then again, Thirteen just showed up randomly without warning, and now she was talking about something so irrelevant and out of context that it didn't seem to make any sense to her. The ER attending motioned for a nurse to finish up while she stepped aside with Remy.

"Um, I don't think I understand. Could you say that again, Doctor Hadley?" She reminded them of their setting and how they were meant to speak on formal terms. Thirteen smiled. Opening the folder she had in her hands, she stepped closer to Cameron and pulled the same trick she'd been using the entire week.

"It's House," she whispered to the blonde. "I think I know why he's been so generous to us."

"Really? Why do you think?"

"He's not ruining us because he thinks we're right for each other."

That seemed a little ridiculous and implausible. Allison tried to hide her smile. "How'd you find out?"

"I was talking to him in his office earlier, and I just put the pieces together."

"So do you think he'll help us keep this a secret?"

Remy thought for a while. "For now. But...uh...I have a feeling that it won't stay this way forever. He has visual aid as legitimate proof."

"What do you mean?" Cameron asked, getting a little anxious.

The brunette looked at her nervously, but before she had the chance to say anything, a rapid beeping sound from a monitor close by caught their attention. "Patient's crashing. Need paddles over here!"

- end of chapter -

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