Katchel: I'm glad you're enjoying the story...er...both stories. =] I enjoyed writing her with Alex. She kept rebelling in my head and trying to escape...but I think she enjoys being with him. Hehe.
Foolishgames: I'm glad you like it. Hope you enjoy the rest of it too!
Anonymousow: Funny thing is...I wasn't even trying to be against Chase when I wrote this. I actually kinda like Chase. -prepares to be attacked by everyone- It was fun to write him as a replacement for Darwin tho. Ha.
Kirei28: I'm glad you like Remy/Alex and the story. =]
Nameless: Oh man...Remy as the Red Bandit = Totally droolworthy! I had such a hard time writing it 'cause I kept getting distracted just daydreaming about how awesome that would be. Bahaha. I'm gonna have nightmares about Chase in that coat after writing this! I'll never look at him or Darwin the same way again.
Wesley: I'm glad you're enjoying it! =D
Uh...Person Who Has No Name (LOL): Isn't Cameron always adorable tho? -giggles-

Ok...So I'm doing this Psych project where I have to break a social norm and get reactions from people. And all I could think of was, "Who breaks social norms better than House?!" So over Thanksgiving break, my brother and I are taking a day where he's going to be House and I'm going to be Thirteen. We're only going to respond to those names and we're going to sit at the kitchen table and play operation while discussing 'cases'. No one in my family will have any idea what in the world we're doing. And if we have time, we're going to spend about an hour doing the same thing in the lobby of my dorm building once I get back to school. I'm so psyched! Haha. We're gonna have a blast.

The couch in the hospital lounge never had been the best place for falling asleep, which is probably why no one was ever there sleeping on it when Thirteen walked in. It was much better than the backseat of her car though. She turned on the alarm on her phone then collapsed onto the couch cushions, rolling, over onto her stomach. She made sure her phone was by her ear so she would hear the alarm. Cuddy had been announcing for week that there was a meeting to discuss new hospital policies and review some of the old ones. She could definitely kiss her career goodbye now if she managed to miss that. Burying her face against her arm, she closed her eyes and slowly drifted off.

Thoughts of Cameron filled her head. It hadn't been the first time she had a dream about the pretty ER doctor, but it was the first time it sent butterflies back to her stomach and she actually thought something of it. She woke over an hour later with a gasp and quickly began trying to forget the other doctor even existed. Usually, she wouldn't care if her mind continuously wondered on about another woman, but Cameron was different. She worked with Cameron. She had to face her practically everyday.

Her phone hadn't gone off and Thirteen didn't think anything of it until she wondered if she had turned it off vibrate. Grabbing it from where it had fallen on the floor, she glanced at the time. "Damn it." Cuddy, House, or both were going to kill her. After shoving her phone in her pocket, she scrambled to her feet and fast-walked to the room Cuddy had been announcing they were going to meet in.

She stopped outside and looked in through the window. Everyone who had been called to the meeting seemed to already be there and Cuddy was in the front of the room talking about something. She considered no one may notice her absence and it would be better not to go in, but the consequences if someone did notice her absence weren't all that appealing. Trying to be as quiet as possible, she opened the door a crack and slid inside. All the seats near the back were taken and the only open ones were in the front and near the middle. There was no way she was going to walk all the way to the front where Cuddy could obviously take notice to her being late. She walked to the open seat the furthest back and sat down.

A doctor Thirteen didn't know the name of was on one side of her. The man was tapping his pen on his desk and his notepad was full of doodles of ships, swords, and other such things. She smirked in amusement then turned to the person on the other side of her. Her heart nearly dropped from her chest when she realized she had chosen a seat beside Cameron. Maybe walking to the front wouldn't have been such a bad idea anyway. For a moment, she thought Cameron was doodling too, but then she noticed she was taking notes. Of course, Cameron was taking notes. She used the example to try and convince herself the other doctor was nothing but a no good suck up.

Cuddy was giving an overview of some old procedures. What procedures, Thirteen wasn't exactly sure. Paying attention was even harder than she thought it would be. Her eyes kept traveling off to the side and over to Cameron. Worried Cameron was going to notice her staring, she kept trying to force herself to pay attention to what Cuddy was saying.

"Like I said before…" Cuddy turned around and began walking from the front-middle to the very front of the room.

Something hard poked Thirteen in the back. "Ow," she whispered as she spun around. "House?" She glared at him as he smirked and lowered his cane. "What was that for?"

House held up his notepad. In black marker was written, 'You keep staring at the hot piece of ass on your left.' He nodded his head.

Inwardly groaning, Thirteen spun back around so she was facing Cuddy. She pressed her hands to her face and stared forward intently. House's cane jabbed her in the back a bit more forcefully. She tried to ignore him, but it got to a point where he was almost whacking her.

"That really hurts," she spat in a hushed whisper as she turned around once more. "Stop it, House." She reached behind her and rubbed her back where the cane had hit a few times.

"Sorry," House said sarcastically. "I'm bored." He held up his notepad again after he lowered his cane back to the ground. This time it said, 'Thirteen and Cameron sitting in a tree. S-E-X-X-I-N-G.' "It didn't match the song without the double X," he explained.

"That's not even a word, House." Trying not to blush, Thirteen slowly turned around once more. She placed her elbows on her knees and her head in her hands. She should have known this was going to happen the moment Cameron showed up in the door way of Alex's room. With a sigh, she rubbed her eyes with her palms.

"Another late night, Dr. Hadley? During my lecture really isn't the time for you to sleep." Cuddy stood at the front of the room with her hands on her hips, looking disapprovingly at both Thirteen and House.

Thirteen quickly lifted her head. As soon as she looked up, she felt like looking back down again. Most of the people in the room were glancing at her. She could see Dr. Cameron staring at her from out of the corner of her eye and could practically feel House smirking behind her. She muttered an apology, not feeling like being a tattle-tale and explain that House kept poking her. They weren't in kindergarten. Well, maybe House was, but she wasn't. Gluing her eyes to the back of the chair in front of her, she waiting in silence for Cuddy to go on with what she was saying and take the attention off her.

"In this hospital, we…"

Thirteen had managed to tune Cuddy out once again. She tapped her fingers on her leg then slowly turned to Cameron. She felt she owed her an apology for snapping at her about not needing a babysitter. She opened her mouth to speak, but House's cane jabbed her in the back. "What, House?!" she whispered, spinning in her seat to face him.

House winked at her then got to his feet. He walked toward the front of the room where Cuddy had stopped speaking and was just staring at him. "Yo, Dr. Cuddy," he said, walking up to her, trying to look like he was walking cool.

"What are you doing, House?" Cuddy hissed, trying to wave him back to his seat. "Go sit down."

"I'm really happy you're giving this speech," House said loudly. "I'm gonna let you finish, but I have to say Martin Luther King gave a much better speech than this." He turned and smacked his hands dramatically on the podium in the front of the room. "I have a dream that this hospital…!"

"House!" Cuddy exclaimed. She took a deep breath, trying not to get angry until they weren't in a room full of people. "That's enough."

"You heard the woman," House said to everyone else. "This is enough. Hallelujah! Amen! You are dismissed!"

There was whispering among everyone then they slowly began to rise from their seats and walk from the room.

"Wait, no, that's not what I…" Cuddy turned to face House, balling her hands into fists and digging her nails into her palms.

Thirteen was glad that he was at least done embarrassing her - and that she didn't have to sit through another moment of the lecture. Getting to her feet, she turned to face where Cameron had been but she was already leaving. Realizing she was actually going to have to put effort into being nice to Cameron - and wondering why she even wanted to be nice to her- she groaned and walked after her. She tried to ease her way though the groups of doctors that had stopped to chat with each other. "Dr -"

"Cameron!" Another doctor approached Cameron from the side. He was carrying an envelope and grinning.

Recognizing him as someone she often got her patient's blood work from, Thirteen took a step back and leaned against the wall. The man was annoying and reminded her of Santa Clause - not only in personality, but also in looks. Unfortunately, she couldn't hear what they were saying from where she was standing.

Cameron looked up at the doctor with a smile. "Dr. Arnolds. Nice to see you today." She rubbed a hand up and down her arm and glanced at the envelope in his hand.

"And it's always nice to see you, Dr. Cameron." He smiled then followed her gaze to the envelope he was holding. "Oh! I was looking for you. I have your results. I don't know what you expected, but I hope you'll be okay." He handed her the envelope then patted her shoulder. "See you later."

Cameron nodded her head. "You too." She turned the other way and took a few steps before running smack into Chase. The envelope fell to the floor. "Sorry, I wasn't looking where I was…"

"Don't worry about it." Chase knelt down and lifted the envelope up off the floor. He raised his eyebrow at her name on the front. "What's this?" he asked, handing it over.

"Huh?" Cameron blinked then took the envelope. "Oh. Just some results for a patient. I have to go give them to the patient." She forced a smile then walked around him, not looking back as he tried to speak to her again.

Thirteen tried to listen to the conversations but found herself unsuccessful. With a sigh, she turned and almost ran into House. "Jesus!" she exclaimed in shock, taking a few steps back.

"That's a rather strong comparison, don't you think?" House answered. "So you're stalking Dr. Cameron now?"

Thirteen looked flustered for a moment then pulled herself together. "I'm not stalking Dr. Cameron - or anyone for that matter."

"It's just easier to imagine her naked if you're actually staring at her, right?" House tried again.

"I don't like her, okay?" Thirteen replied. "She's annoying. She's pathetic. She cares way too much."

"And she's hot," House added. He continued speaking before Thirteen could reply. "How about you come join the rest of the ducklings?" It came out as more of a demand than a question. "Maybe if you focus on other people's problems, you won't be so focused on mentally undressing Dr. Cameron."

"I haven't been mentally undressing Dr. Cameron," Thirteen whispered. She felt her cheeks get hot - though she wasn't sure if it was from embarrassment or because now she was wondering what Cameron looked like without clothes. Silently scolding herself, she followed House then took a seat beside Kutner.

"Left Lane Closed," House stated, pointing to the whiteboard.

Foreman groaned. "Not this again. Come on, House, don't you have any cases?"

"No," House answered simply. "Now be quiet unless you're giving me suggestions."

"Why don't you just sneak into their basement and turn off all their power?" Thirteen rubbed her thumb and pointer finger on the table, trying to focus. "I mean if you…"

"I said you could join us, not speak," House told her. "Could you step out of the room for a moment?"

Thirteen blinked. "Why?"

"Because you irritate me," House explained. "You're great to look at, but…"

"Going." Thirteen got to her feet and dragged herself from the room. She stood outside fidgeting, unsure of whether or not House wanted her to just leave. He obviously wouldn't have asked her to join if he planned on asking her to leave five seconds later. She ruled that out by reminding herself simply that he was House. She was about to walk away when House walked into the hall and shut the door behind him. "I thought that…"

"I liked your idea," House stated.

She stared at him. "Wait. You liked my idea, but you threw me out…?"

"I threw you out so I could come talk to you but look like I was coming to lecture you." House rolled his eyes and threw his hands in the air. "Ignore the dramatic movements. I think the other ducklings are watching us. Wouldn't want them to get the idea that I'm being nice to you."

"Great. Glad you liked the idea. But how is this being nice to me?" She crossed her arms and raised one of her eyebrows.

"Because you get to come to my house at one AM and help me disconnect their power." House paused for a moment. "I'll even provide coffee. Sounds pretty nice to me."

"Woah." She took a step back. "First of all, I was joking. Second of all, why aren't you asking Foreman or Kutner or anyone else for that matter to help you?"

"Well, asking Foreman to help might make it seem like I'm asking him because it will be dark out and he's black. That would be racist. And, I just don't like Kutner."

"But you like me?"

"No," House answered. "But it was your idea. You lucky duck. Oh, duck - duckling, get it?"

Thirteen rolled her eyes. "I'm not going to help you break into someone's basement and turn off the power to their home. I'm sorry, House, but…"

"If you really want to keep your job, you will," he said.

Her jaw almost dropped. "You can't fire me just because I won't help you with this."

"You're on my probation," House argued. "I can do anything I want. See you at one, Dude. We're going to rock this." He tapped his cane loudly on the ground then walked back inside the room.

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