'Thirteen.'

Remy Hadley sat on a plastic chair in the corridor. Her eyes were puffy and face red and blotchy. Jackson waved a print towards her and she raised her head. His face was full of relief but somehow still anxious.

'There is no-'He stopped, not sure whether he should say the word 'baby'. 'You are not pregnant. It's just… you gained weight because of the takeouts.' He gestured towards her belly and she clamped it protectively. 'The blood test is negative. I checked hCG as an early marker of pregnancy, and there is none in your blood.' He rambled on as if he was teaching at med school, trying to break the silence. 'So yeah… you are good.'

Thirteen looked at him with indifferent distantness in her sight. He whimpered with discomfort. She knew she were good. She knew perfectly well how the pregnancy test worked. She refused to get an ultrasound, even tough according to her it would already show the fetus, was she pregnant. She did not want to see the baby. He tried again.

'Hey. We are fine, you are fine.' Remy shot him an unhappy look and sobbed. His face fell.

'I… for a second I hoped we were not.' Jackson felt confused and studied her tear-streamed face. 'I mean… that I am pregnant.' All of a sudden Avery saw his friend in a completely new perspective. The sturdy, confident woman he knew disappeared. He suddenly realized how lonely Remy was. Lonely enough to crave child she would bear out of wedlock. Lonely enough to hope for pregnancy that would scare the shit out of her. She didn't want to see the fetus because she was scared of being pregnant and of not being pregnant. She had no idea what she was frightened by more. For a few seconds he saw a vision of Thirteen, hugging a tawny baby with curly brown hair, laughing and playing with the little fingers of the child. He shook his head to erase the image. It awoke unwanted thoughts.

He hugged her and stroked her back, letting her cry her fear and relief out of her system. 'I know we are not steady or anything and I am not the type who gets knocked up on purpose' Thirteen started blabbering away. 'I just… for a second… I hoped that there was thing inside of me… I don't know…'

Jackson had no idea what to do. Feelings that bloomed in him when he realized he could possibly father Remy's child were rather scary. Anger, because he had not planned that. Fear, because he was not sure whether he would be a good enough father. Questioning his own value, because he repeatedly had sex with his friend who had feelings for him. Should she be really pregnant, his view of himself would be somewhere between a child molester and a shoplifter. He rocked a bit, trying to soothe her sobbing. She snorted and laughed a bit, so he let go of her and looked on her face. She had a little smile of her feline features.

'Sorry. I'm fine, I'm fine.' She wiped her cheeks with her sleeve and tugged on her ponytail, checking if it was still on its right place. 'When you went to the room where this woman was talking about her job at the motorcycle venue… I mean, things I had on my mind scared me. And you looked so frightened and distant. I… wished for you to say something comforting and I know we couldn't discuss anything in front of the patient.' She frowned.

Jackson smiled understandingly. She followed his gaze.

'I guess we just have to move on now.' Her voice sounded tired. Avery watched her biting her cheek from the inside.

'We are fine. I don't want to move on anywhere.' He knew that if he would let go of her and terminate what they had going on he would lose something important and comforting. He was not ready to give up that. Remy raised her head and studied his face. A smile came back on her face.

It didn't feel like a lie. Jackson knew himself well enough to tell when he was lying to himself. He sighed and came to terms with the simple fact of life; however did he feel about Remy Hadley in the past, things have changed. He just was not sure in which direction. She smiled and batted her eyelashes, unconsciously imitating the many women Jackson had hit on time after time. He grinned and cupped her face with both his hands. Thirteen's eyes glinted.

'Don't go anywhere.' He stood up and offered his hand for her. Remy looked sideways and shot him a surprised look.

'Where would I go?' She took his hand and lifted herself from the chair. Avery laughed goofily.

'I mean not going anywhere far from me. Stay there. Somewhere around.' Thirteen nodded and buried her face in his scrub top. In that very moment they both understood that they needed to express their feelings yet another notch better.

Two doctors burst frantically into Wilson's office, closing the door with impact of their heated bodies. Remy tugged on Jackson's collar, nearly ripping it off the rest of the garment. Avery growled hungrily and kissed her neck, making her moan impatiently. She darted to the windows and closed the blinds and Jackson watched her with starved look. She tore off her lab coat and moved the coffee table with her knees and shins, bruising herself in the process. Avery dashed towards her, knocking her over onto the little couch Wilson had in his working office. She let out a small yelp as her back hit the sofa.

They started undressing each other like it was the end of the world. Remy ripped the shirt open, sending the buttons flying across the room. Jackson cursed and removed the piece of clothing completely, exposing a mocha colored chest. She dug her nails into his clavicles, sliding slightly downwards. Avery sighed as they rubbed against each other and began unzipping her navy denims. She helped a bit, lifting her hips so that he could take the pants off her, and her welcomed that help with a series of butterfly kisses down her belly. She threw her head backwards and moaned. Jackson cupped her through the lime green thong she wore with one hand and looked for her swollen breasts with the other. Thirteen grasped the short locks he sported and tugged on them, making him let out a little hiss of pain. Their eyes met and something in a shape of understanding formed between them.

Jackson tore the panties off using his teeth and licked her tentatively. She gasped and muffled the gasp with a pillow she threw off the couch previously. Her frame formed an arch as Avery worked his way up and down her neither regions. After a while her head was stuffy like she was jogging outside on a sunny day.

'Stop' she moaned quietly, 'stop, Jackson, stop.'

He looked up from between her legs with concern on his handsome face. She lifted herself on her right arm, using the left one to embrace his neck.

'Come to me.' She pressed his head against her chest and slid down to find herself under his toned body. He kissed her breasts and she hugged him tightly, feeling the length of his erection pressing hard against her stomach. She bent her legs in knees and crossed her shins on his butt. Jackson growled and put his hand in her hair, pulling on it delicately. He moved back a bit and entered her with much tenderness. They both stayed still for a few seconds, looking each other in the eye before Avery started moving against her. Remy embraced him so tightly he had a problem to position himself correctly, but he continued nevertheless. Thirteen squealed as he hit a sensitive spot and released him from her hugging arms, resting them on his waist instead of his neck. He welcomed that change and moved a bit more aggressive, watching her bounce against the couches armrest. She let out a small laughy yelp and gritted her teeth.

Suddenly she closed her legs around his waist once again and sat up, making him fall on his back using her strong, muscled legs. She managed to sit completely straight, impaled on her lover. Jackson watched her in awe, waiting for her move. She rode him, lurching forward to place small kisses on his bare chest. They both panted with pleasure, letting out small laughs in the process. Avery placed his hands on Thirteen's waist, helping her to catch her rhythm. She found her stride and bounced up and down with cat-like grace, making Jackson grit his teeth to muffle his moans of pleasure. All of a sudden he sat up with Remy still on his lap and embraced her, her legs now on both his sides and her hands on his bent knees.

'Remy.' This was the first time she addressed her that way and in this manner. She reprocipated the embrace, scratching the back of his head with her free hand. They rocked for a few more seconds, until Thirteen yelped and dug her nails into Jacksons back. He pushed his hips further and felt himself sliding off the edge of the couch. They fell off the sofa, and as Remy's back hit the floor the friction between them reached its peak; they both came, riding the waves of their orgasms until neither could breathe comfortably.

Jackson looked Remy in the eye, smiling. She returned the smile, just to become stern and sad. She caressed Avery's cheek for a few seconds and hugged him. As he tried to release the grip, she embraced him harder, and said, looking at Wilsons 'Vertigo' poster:

'I have Huntington's. Be there for me. Be there for me, because I don't have even myself to be there for me.'