"You're wearing the same clothes as yesterday." Remy wondered if there would ever be a day that she wasn't going to be interrogated by House as soon as she entered his field of vision.
"Yes." She said, blowing on her Starbucks coffee, drawing glances from Kutner. Taub and Foreman had yet to make their entrance. Their awkward night in the car had resulted in Thirteen practically craving for coffee due to her lack of proper sleep. To make up for it Cameron had bought her her favorite at Starbucks, again.
"You look like a hobo." He continued, earning him a once over.
"You too." She sipped her caffeine goodness. If she had known that such an adventure would result in the state she was in now, then, well, she would've still done it.
"Ah, but I only look like a hobo, I don't smell like one!" She took a large gulp of her coffee to keep her mouth from spilling what her heart was overflowing. "Honestly, you don't seem like the type to wear eau d'automobile." There, she was caught. "What happened? Did you lose your keys?" Or maybe not.
"Does it matter?" She asked tiredly, resisting the urge to rub her temples.
"Not really, I'm just naturally curious." Finally she looked up and met House's eyes, just in time to catch him blinking exaggeratingly.
"Do we have a case? I have double clinic hours to attend to." House smiled, walking over to a cabinet and searching for something in one of the drawers.
"You have clinic duty, we have," he paused, taking out a rectangular box, "Monopoly!"
"What?" Kutner exclaimed dejectedly.
Remy sighed in relief and fled the scene with her precious coffee.
Cameron was leafing through one of her patient's charts, said patient sitting on a bed a few meters away from her, blissfully unaware of the disease he had caught, when a voice interrupted her thoughts.
"What happened last night?"
"Huh?" When she looked up she was met with serious brown eyes; Foreman's. Her surprise was apparent. There she thought House would have deduced something ridiculous, like them getting hot and heavy in a car, and came to interrogate her.
"I was just in the clinic. Dr. Hadley looked like hell." He explained.
"She did?" Cameron frowned. She had slept rather soundly. Then again, she was really exhausted after their little stunt. Maybe Remy had gotten restless; the car was an awful place to sleep after all.
"Nothing happened?" He questioned again, seeing the contemplative face she was pulling.
"I- well," she searched for some sort of excuse, anything aside from reality, but when she was met with Foreman's skeptical look she knew it to be too late.
"Something happened." The look he gave her took a turn for the worst and Cameron briefly wondered if she should be offended by it. "I would suggest that you keep your nightly activities to a minimum on a workday."
"Excuse me?" Was that a tone she was hearing? She knitted her brows in confusion yet again. "We're both adults, I think we know when to leave or take an opportunity." She mentally slapped herself; now it sounded like they had done something rowdy in the doctor's lounge.
Foreman made to say something, but decided not to in the last second, almost making to shake his head before storming off.
"What was that about?" A nurse questioned as she walked over for no apparent reason but to gossip.
"No idea." Cameron smiled weakly as she continued her trek for the unfortunate patient.
Hours later did Remy seat herself in one of the chairs in the now almost empty waiting room, yawning unabashedly before resting her cheek on a hand, unaware that she was slowly drifting off to sleep. In her transition to sleep she momentarily forgot where she was.
"Dr. Hadley?"
"My turn." She mumbled, referring to her late night activities, only to jolt upright in her seat at the realization who's voice it was. "Foreman!" Remy was met with an amused smile.
"Late night?"
"Uh, yeah." She tried shaking off the sleep and the accompanied confusion.
"Perhaps you should take a break," he advised, taking in the tired features of the other doctor, "in the on call room." When he was met with a semi-desperate look that implied that she couldn't leave he continued, "don't worry, I'll make sure you aren't missed."
"Well then, how can I refuse?" She shot him a grateful smile and got up to head for the room. Before she was out of hearing range, she turned around briefly to tell him, "Thanks."
He mirrored her smile, nodding in acknowledgement.
"Hey, where were you?" Allison asked, leaning on the armrest of the couch as Remy walked through the front door. "I couldn't find you on the way out." She explained, watching the brunette enter.
"Oh?" Remy kicked the door closed behind her and unzipped her jacket, heading for the kitchen. "I was probably sleeping." She raised her voice so that the blonde could hear, rummaging around the fridge for some refreshment.
"Sleeping?" Cameron asked slightly surprised, settling back onto the couch and continuing to wait for the commercials to be over. "You mean in those awful cots?"
Hadley chuckled as she decided on a beer. "It was either that or a chair in the waiting room." She opened the bottle and took a large swig, sighing after she swallowed the cool liquid. When no particular reply came, she walked back into the living room and sat down next to Allison, instantly realizing that she was too engrossed in what she was watching to reply.
"I'm sorry, what?" Allison turned her head towards the other woman, but kept her eyes on the TV. Remy joined in watching the TV and frowned in good humor.
"Are you kidding me?" She sipped her beer as Cameron settled onto her shoulder on instinct. "You're tuning me out for Dr. Phil? Geeze, couldn't you have tuned me out for an exciting thriller or something?"
"Sorry." Cameron smiled, turning her full attention to the brunette. "You slept in the awful bed over the awful chair. Did you sleep that horrible in the car?"
"Some of us don't have the amazing ability to sleep anywhere." She said, watching the TV, but only partly noticing what was going on as she continued the conversation. "Besides, Foreman offered me a break, so I took it."
"What did he want in return?" Allison slid her arm over Hadley's, down to her hand, distracting her enough to pilfer the beer. She replaced the beverage with her hand. Remy arched a brow, but let it slide.
"I don't know." She replied, smiling slightly as she watched the woman chug down some of her beer. "He was just being nice I guess." She shrugged, taking back the bottle after the other was done with it and finishing what was left of it in one swig. It was soon left forgotten on the coffee table.
"Wait a second," Cameron frowned as she recalled the events of the day, "he said he didn't know where you were after I ran into him." Meanwhile Remy tried to steer the blonde into a more comfortable position by sliding an arm around her shoulders.
"Uh huh." Hadley replied distractedly, her other arm escaping Allison's grip and wrapping itself around her waist instead.
"That was after he threw a hissy fit about us staying up late doing God knows- what are you doing?" She laughed as the brunette had managed to pull Cameron into her lap so that she was sitting sideways on top of her.
"Well obviously I'm feeding the ducks in the park. What does it look like I'm doing?" She grinned, nuzzling Allison's neck in an uncharacteristically sweet gesture. Cameron giggled as she tried to squirm away, repositioning herself so that she was straddling the other.
"Tsk, you teddy bear." Cameron reprimanded playfully.
"What?" Remy asked indignantly, her eyebrows rising, but her arms finding their way around Allison's waist anyway. The blonde shot her a look when she was pressed into a loose embrace and suddenly Hadley understood. "How did that happen?"
"Don't worry, I still love you." Cameron's smile widened as she cupped Remy's face in her hands, rubbing a thumb across her cheek distractedly.
"No kiss?" Thirteen asked, helpless to copy the smile.
"No Smint." Allison explained, getting up off the couch rather suddenly to take the empty beer bottle to the kitchen.
"Are you implying that my breath smells?" The space the other doctor had previously occupied was now turning cold, much to Hadley's disappointment. The TV still showed a slowly heating argument between two families.
"Maybe." She drawled out, grinning cheekily as she crossed the living room to get to the bedroom. Remy turned around on the couch as she kept following the other woman and squinted her eyes suspiciously at the doorway that led to her bedroom when the blonde disappeared into said room.
"What are you doing?" She finally asked after a long while of silence and the debate on TV.
"Feeding the ducks at the park." Came the muffled reply. Thirteen rolled her eyes, turning off the TV before heading to the bedroom. There she was greeted by the sight of Cameron slipping into bed.
"You're going to bed." Hadley stated the obvious. "What time is it?" She brought her wrist up to glance at her watch while Allison made herself comfortable under the covers. "Are you insane?"
"I might be." The blonde answered dubiously.
"Okay, now I know something's up. Spill." She demanded, leaning against the doorframe and folding her arms.
"Alright captain Suspicious. After the pile-up on the freeway and the following chaos in the ER, House's pranks and the general drama in the hospital I'm beat." The lump under the sheets shuffled around some more, before settling with a relieved sigh.
"But you were home earlier than I was."
"Details." The lump called. "I didn't get a break from Foreman."
"Is that jealousy I hear?" Thirteen grinned as she stalked over to the bed, kneeling in front of Cameron and discovering that she was still wide awake and smiling.
"Why would I be jealous over a break?" Allison knitted her brows upwards, her smile still in place but faltering slightly.
"Yeah, why would you." Remy repeated, her features turning gentle before leaning forwards to kiss those lips goodnight. Before she could pull back completely however, arms shot out and wrapped themselves around her neck, keeping her within whispering distance.
"Eric doesn't stand a chance, does he?" She asked quietly, sounding like a little girl whose puppy might get put down.
"Eric who?" Thirteen joked, knowing very well that Cameron was talking about Foreman, earning herself a brighter smile on Allison's part.
"Rem?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you remember how this all started?" Cameron didn't look all that tired, contrary to her words. Thirteen sat herself down on the edge of the bed, Cameron's arms sliding back under the covers.
"How could I forget. You practically thought I was planning my suicide and tried cheering me up in every way possible." Remy smirked, thinking back to their first few encounters. Her smile dimmed at the confused look Cameron shot her. "That wasn't what you were talking about?"
"No," a smile started playing on the blonde's lips as well, "and I wasn't trying that hard."
"Oh please, like you always go around hugging brooding strangers." Remy paused at the innocent look she received. "Actually, that does kind of sound like you."
"Anyway," Cameron changed the subject subtly, "I was talking about our plan, do you remember?"
"Our pla- oh, the plan!" Thirteen looked off to the side, thinking it over with the smallest of smiles. "Wow, we really got sidetracked there."
"Yeah, and we were so close too." Allison sighed, repositioning herself on the pillow. "Until House decided to play his own game with us."
"After all the trouble with the fake appointments and convincing everyone to deny our relationship if House asked anything." Remy tried steering the conversation away from the results of House's game, turning back to look at the blonde. "Do you really think he would have gone out of his mind if everyone denied our obvious behavior?"
Allison grinned, "he was certainly affected when he saw me and Chase walking around the hospital after we went our own ways. Wilson kept playing with him by not telling him we were actually hired."
Remy nodded, a ghost of a smile appearing on her lips, "but yeah, I remember. Are you going anywhere with this?"
"Do you think it could still work?"
"No." Was her simple reply. "He even has photo evidence."
"Oh, right." Cameron looked off to the side sheepishly.
"About that, how did he manage to-"
"Look at the time!" Allison interrupted, faking a huge yawn. "I'm going to sleep. Goodnight." And with that she turned around, settling for a more comfortable position.
"Right." Remy raised her eyebrows, not having expected such a reaction. It was kind of adorable. "I'll pester you about it some other time then, since you are so obviously sleep deprived." She got no reaction. "Probably too tired to even hear what I fantasized about you after I first met you."
"What?" Cameron turned on her stomach, making eye contact with the other woman before realizing that she fell into her trap. She didn't care however, this was just too juicy.
"Wow, Allison really is a loud sleeper." Thirteen mused out loud as she stood up and made her way towards the living room.
The last thing she heard before she turned off the lights was a loud, disappointed groan.
TBC
Don't worry about the missing chapters. I'm going to continue the story. It's just that the plot I came up with is SO in-cre-di-bly lousy, that I have to continue it in a (separate) sequel so that the Plan remains untainted by the awful plot. That doesn't mean the story ain't amusing, it's just that it lacks proper plot. Hell, I had a LOT of fun writing it. So much so, that I forgot to write the key chapter xD Which I'm in the process of doing right now. So yeah, hope to see you in the "sequel."