A/N: Not an update in over 20 days... I'm becoming relapse. Lol

Well, not really. I've just been really busy with exams and work and some family trouble. And my inspiration has somewhat decreased due to all that. So this chap is quite short. Better short that none, though, right? Lol

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Thirteen arrived in hospital the next day, after basically no sleep, looking pale and exhausted, with enormous dark circles below her eyes. Obviously, her appearance didn't go unnoticed by her colleagues. Her ex boyfriend looked at her with a furrowed brow, but refrained from making any comments; Remy didn't know if because he was still angry at her, or because he had finally learned not to meddle in her business. With her boss, however, she didn't get that lucky.

"Thirty-one! It's not even twenty-four hours since you broke up with your boyfriend, and you're already back to girl-on-girl action? Now that's my girl! Or half-girl... Or lesbian... Whatever. Aren't you bringing you latest conquest here this time?"

"Not unless she develops a very rare disease. But she hasn't had a seizure for the whole night, so I don't think you'll meet her."

Seizing the moment of surprise on her boss's face, the intern sat down beside Taub. She had learned, over the time she had worked with House, that things went faster if she just answered his questions. If she could do it in a sarcastic way, that'd be even better. 'Wait... it was Cameron who taught me that! Damn, not even when I should be working I can stop thinking about her! Fuck you, Remy. You and your stupid heart. What a hideous time to find out you actually have one, huh?'

Shaking those thoughts away, the brunette tried to focus on their case, something about a boy who would start sneezing uncontrollably whenever someone spoke the word "mail". The case itself, however, offered little help. Because, when House ordered them to think about everything related to "mail", what went by the young doctor's mind was 'Mailbox. Address. Home. Cameron showing up at mine yesterday. Oh, crap! Door. Locker. Cameron leaning on the locker beside me. Holy shit, stop it!'

"I'll make a trip to the boy's home to verify whether he might be allergic so something close to his mailbox."

"Whoa, so eager to run away from here, are you? But please don't blame your bitterness on me: I've always told you that the real unlucky number was Foreteen. It's your fault you never listen to Papa Greg."

"Yeah, House, you were right. Now is your ego satisfied? Good, bye-bye."

Without waiting for an answer, the woman walked out of the hospital, proceeding to do her task. She came back mere two hours later, not having found anything on the kid's house, other that a little bit of mold. Instead of going directly to the diagnostic's office, however, she headed to the locker room to change her blouse, which was all muddy due to her laying on the ground close to the mailbox.

Opening her locker, a frown found its way to her beautiful (and usually calm) face. She was quite sure the folded piece of paper she could see on top of her stuff wasn't there last time she checked her locker. Grabbing the foreign object, she opened it slowly, still not having a clue about what could be contained in it.

'If you don't want to see me, I'll respect you and try to keep out of your way. But that wont stop me from reminding you that I want you. It won't keep me from telling you that I do like you, and want to be with you.'

There was no signature. But then again, none was necessary. Hadley knew exactly who had written that note. Would the older woman make it that hard for her to forget her? She was already having a hard time doing it without the blonde's reminder; it only served to make her internal conflict worse. Was it actually possible that Cameron really liked her, really felt for her anything more than lust? And even if she did, would it be possible for them to be together? Would she hurt her?

The intern didn't think she could afford to find out. She didn't need any more pain in her life; she didn't need to cause any more pain to anyone. Still, that note made her feel a wave of tenderness towards the older woman. Remy didn't think she could go through something like that herself, being told off over and over, and still trying. The ER head sure was insistent, and in the cutest possible way. Silently, the young doctor wished that, whomever her coworker was with, she could be happy. She definitely deserved that.

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A/N: So, for those wondering how Cameron's version if Tuesdays would be, here's how it starts! ;) What do you think of it?

Also... I don't even need to say that the boy's disease was completely made-up, do I? After all, I'm a law-student... don't expect me to know a thing about medicine. xD