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RECAP: The interns are supposed to steal a mystery person's underwear, and Allison came to Thirteen's apartment freaked out.
Sunlight filtered through the window in Allison Cameron's bedroom, and woke her from one of the deepest and best sleeps of her immediately remembered life. Not opening her eyes yet, she took the time to revel in the feeling of warmth that spread through her body. Thank God she had gotten the thermostat in her apartment fixed. Sighing out quickly, Cameron breathed in deeply, snuggling further into her grey silk sheets. How she loved that smell of deepest jasmine, with honey and the freshest trace of-
Holy shit.
She knew that smell. It came with seductive eyes, a cocky smirk, a loaded eyebrow and wit as quick and sharp as a whip. It made her smile in preparation of smiling, it made her twitch with anticipation, it caused her stomach to form excited knots. She was definitely not in her own apartment. That smell, it was also pervading every square inch of her brain and making it difficult to focus on the position she had gotten herself in. Again.
Literally, position, because Remy Hadley was once again wrapped around the slim waist of Cameron, breathing shallowly and rhythmically.
I have no idea why this happens to me. Well, I guess nothing just happened, I sort of fell into her arms and... well... whatever.
Deciding that since the last time worked so well, Cameron was going to let Thirteen wake up and take care of it. In the meantime, listening to the younger doctor breathe was relaxing enough to make it fly. Since when did she feel so comfortable laying in the arms of who she would easily call her best friend? Since when did the blonde doctor notice that she's always the most relaxed when around the grey eyed woman currently humming sleepily behind her? The answer would probably be in the same moment when Allison Cameron realized that she was attracted to the brunette doctor from two floors above her ER.
Crap.
Cameron stiffened. Stilled everything; blinking, breathing, the hypnotizing softness of the back of Thirteen's hand that she was drawing circles on... -wait, what?- Frustrated with herself, Cameron took a deep breath, and there was Remy's intoxicating mix of shampoo and perfume again. Releasing her drawn out breath and allowing herself to calm from the smell of her source of relaxation, the blonde settled. Mentally, and physically, she settled down.
Okay Allison, you like her. You like her. That's not weird right? I mean, you had that Indigo Girls phase in college, and who doesn't like Melissa Etheridge? But it's not weird. What do we do now? Act normal. Yeah, that's a good strategy. Act normal and try not to freak her out or let her know. BE. NORMAL.
Now aware of her surroundings, she noticed that Thirteen's cycle of breathing had broken from the rhythmic slumber prior to the older doctor's self-discovery.
"Well, this is awkward."
Thirteen's voice was deep and husky from sleep, and tickled the top of Cameron's head. After a beat, the brunette's voice sounded again, gentler, more teasing.
"I know you're awake, Allison Cameron."
Unable to contain her laughter, the blonde shifted and twisted out of Thirteen's arms, feeling a small pang as she did so, but smiling at her amused and relaxed looking friend.
"Fine, I'm awake! But to be totally honest..."
"What?"
Cameron watched the beautiful doctor focus her sharp eyes on her and lift an eyebrow at the smile that twitched across the blonde's face.
"It's just that I'm pretty sure this isn't the most awkward morning you've probably had with a hot blonde!"
Mouth open and incredulous, Thirteen swiped at the blonde to swat her playfully, but the older doctor danced out of her way and launched herself off of the bed and through the french doors, out into the kitchen with Remy close behind.
Chasing each other with squeals and friendly yells, the taller doctor finally faked out Cameron from around her couch, wrapped an arm around the slim and strangely familiar waist, to bring her down to the ground.
Smiling smugly down at the breathless ER head, Thirteen uttered a simple and final, "Ha. I win."
Lifting herself and waltzing through to her kitchen, the brunette started trying to distract herself from the way Cameron's cheeks had been flushed and her blonde hair sprawled across her carpet. Flour, eggs, sugar, and an assortment of other ingredients were pulled from cabinets.
When Allison arrived in the kitchen, to Remy's surprise, she was dressed in clothes very familiar.
"Are those... my clothes?"
"Oh. Yeah, I hope you don't mind. My other ones smell like tears, motor oil, and lots of wasted money."
Remembering the disheveled state the blonde arrived at her apartment in the previous night, it was time to puzzle out what exactly had happened to the blonde after they had parted ways.
Leveling Cameron with a piercing stare, Thirteen watched her squirm a bit, knowing that she knew to explain her impromptu sleepover.
"Rem, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to... ya know..."
"Allison. Save it. You know I'm here any time, right?" Thirteen sent the blonde doctor a look that made her stomach flip.
A little shyly, the older woman smiled easily, and began to explain how after she had gotten back into her car, paid the company that got her car open, and returned to her apartment, she was met with horror.
"My apartment is totally trashed. It's empty except for some clothes I hate, and the pictures on the walls. I have nothing. No work clothes, no kitchen appliances, no furniture... They even took the food, Rem! I have no food!" Anguished after rehashing the terrible and tragic predicament she found herself in, Cameron moved her now finished plate of pancakes aside and let her head fall into the granite countertop.
Muffled by stone and misery, "The locks are broken, I have no bed... uhg! What am I gonna do, Rem?"
Instantly, pity and sympathy washed through the younger, more fortunate doctor. As a reflex, she wrapped her arm around her friend and took a deep breath for the words she tried not to think about before uttering.
"Stay with me."
Just as the first time she uttered it, she froze with shock at herself. What in the fuck? That is so presumptuous, we've only been friends for a couple weeks! What is she thinks I'm creepy and gay as fuck? Why in the hell would she just up and-
"Really?"
Blue eyes bore into her grey ones so full of hope and trust, how could she say no? Why would she even want to?
"Of course, Ally."
Thirteen POV
"SO! My lovely, lovely, sad, clueless little ducklings. How are your assignments coming?" House's wicked grin crept across his face as he surveyed the group of white-coated interns surrounding the glass table. "As I'm sure Amber couldn't help but blab, they are all due next Monday, contrary to what Kutner has hallucinated."
Hearing a gulp from Thirteen's other side, she carefully but forcefully stepped on a red converse sneaker under the table.
Totally blowing the point of the covert warning, Kutner yelped and attracted the attention of everyone in the room.
House narrowed his eyes at the dark-skinned man, roving through this facial features before apparently deciding that once again, Kutner was just an idiot. For fun though, "Something to add, jai ho?"
"So racist..." Kutner muttered. "I mean, no! I'm perfect. Great actually...uhm.. Do we have a case?"
Amber shared a look with Taub and rolled her eyes. Opening her mouth, she was prematurely cut off.
"Before you speak, no. We have no case. No, you are not doctors. No, you may not leave.." Twirling his cane and pointing at Kutner, "No, you may not go get a donut."
"Why are we here then?" Drawled Taub.
"That is precisely the question I ask that hot piece of ass that calls herself the Dean of Medicine everyday," House said jovially. "Now, you all get to ask yourselves the same question while staring at my ass."
Thirteen almost smiled. Almost. Almost because this could go one of two ways; House sends them on dumbass errands that has his interns trying to throw the other one under the bus the fastest.. Or all House's little ducklings are sent to the ER to help with rounds.
And to the grey-eyed brunette, one of those options were far more appealing.
