Anonymousow: -grin- Glad you enjoyed it! They so are cute together. -hearts-
Vanamo: I kinda figured that. I just have a hard time keeping in contact with people unless I have a specific reason to. Chatting (no matter how much I love it) never seems to cut it.
OnTheHour: Glad you like it. =D
Ina: Haha. I think /anyone/ would remember having sex with Cameron, regardless of being drunk.
WrongObsession: Ha. I was envious of Cameron while writing it. xDDD -issopathetic- Sorry about your mind...wait...that's a lie. Bahaha.
Nameless: Huh. Essay...or Cameron/Thirteen sex. Is it /really/ a /bad/ thing you were focused on the latter? Lol.
Kirei28: I think it'd be impossible to forget.
Focus Fire: Haha. Sorry. I try to wait for people who I know are going to review...but then I get too excited to update!
Tortall101: I don't think I'll be able to ever eat cookies without smiling after writing that. The recipe is nothin' but loooove. =D
Amazon Life: Coherent thoughts are sooo overrated!
Miralinda: Next day comin' right up! -grin-
Somuchfordepth: Well...alcohol is an amazing thing when you need someone to act differently. Ha.

"I can't believe you would authorize this!" Cuddy and House stood outside of Alexander's room as the code-team left and the boy rested in exhaustion on his bed. The moment his health took a sudden, steep decline, a nurse had rushed to Cuddy and asked her where the two female doctors that had been caring for Alexander were.

"Really?" House asked. "Because it sounds exactly like something I would do." It definitely wasn't the first time he had given his work to other people to deal with. "Speak of the devils. You wanna deal with this?" He nodded to Thirteen and Cameron who were chatting as they approached.

Cuddy glared at him. "Dr. Cameron. Dr. Hadley," she said their names slowly.

Both girls froze and looked up. Cameron was the first to walk over to her. Thirteen felt rooted to the spot.

"What's wrong?" Cameron asked. She glanced in Alex's room, her eyes widening when she saw how sickly he looked. "What happened?"

As Cuddy explained the boy's health, House glanced over at Thirteen. The doctor was listening, but her eyes looked glazed over. It hit House that instead of coming to terms with her own issues, she had simply gotten attached to the kid. He almost blamed it on Cameron being there because Cameron was usually the one to get too close to patients.

"There's a good chance he won't make it," Cuddy stated. "I'm sorry that House not only allowed, but specifically told you to get this close to a dying patient."

For several seconds, Thirteen felt like crying. She was almost convinced she was going to just burst into tears. The grief was replaced by a numbness that started with her feelings then engulfed everything about her. She looked at Cameron, frowning at the unshed tears in the other doctor's eyes.

"You should say goodbye," Cuddy said. She rubbed Cameron's shoulder but Thirteen flinched away before she could be touched.

"I'm not going to say goodbye. There's still hope." Thirteen walked past them and into the room. She could sense Cameron following her, but she didn't turn to look at her.

Alex's eyes fluttered open as they entered. He managed a smile then coughed a few times. "Are you gonna finish the story?" His voice was quiet and he paused to breathe between words.

"You need to rest," Thirteen answered. She crouched beside his bed and forced a smile. "You rest and then I'll come back and I'll tell you all of it. I'll tell you everything right up to the end, okay?"

Alex nodded. "I'm sleepy."

"Take a nap then." Thirteen stood up straight and tucked the blanket Cameron had got for him around his body. She leaned forward and kissed his forehead then smoothed his hair with her hand.

"Mommy?"

Thirteen's breath hitched in her throat. "Yeah?" she choked.

Alex sighed and rubbed his eyes then smiled at her again. "I love you."

"I - I love you too. I have to go now." Thirteen turned around.

"Remy." Cameron put a hand on her back.

"Shut up." Thirteen shrugged her hand away and hurried out into the hall.

"Thirteen." House stopped her as she walked by.

"What could you possibly want, House?" She choked. The only way she wanted to talk to him was if he was going to say he was sorry for giving her false hope.

House reached into his pocket and pulled out a bottle of pills. "I'm going to give you these and tell you to start them tonight. Take them on a full stomach about an hour before you go to bed." He glanced up as Cameron walked out of Alex's room. "Oh, Wilson let your secret slip. Congratulations on the baby."

Thirteen spun to look at Cameron, taken aback.

"Oh no," House feigned upset. "Your girlfriend didn't know? I love relationships based off secrets and lies." He walked back toward his office.

Thirteen stared at Cameron. "So that's why you didn't want anything at all to drink last night or coffee this morning." Realization hit her. "I'm sorry if last night was -"

"I already told you, I had a great time last night." Cameron looked down, suddenly finding the hospital floor interesting.

"Why didn't you say anything?" Thirteen asked.

"I was trying not to think about it," Cameron answered. "I want to keep it, but I don't want to think about it right now."

Thirteen understood. She rubbed her hands together for a moment. "Do you still want to go out again?"

"If that's what you want." Cameron glanced up at her and smiled.

"I'll pick you up at seven." Thirteen winked at her. She walked off to find paperwork to do, needing her get her mind off of Alex. She knew she needed to do something big for Cameron so she could focus without getting distracted by the kid. She could deal with Cameron being pregnant when she could actually take the time to process it.

Cameron got off work at six and rushed to get home. She could sense something was off the moment she got to her door. She couldn't put her finger on it, but something was definitely different. She pulled her key out of her pocket and stuck it in the door then tried to turn the knob. It was locked. It made her nervous because she specifically remembered locking it before leaving for work. She turned the key again then the knob and slowly peered inside. She gasped.

The lights were off but the room was illuminated by candles that smelled like vanilla. Damien Rice's Cannonball drifted from her CD player. Her furniture had all been pushed neatly to the side and a round table with a fancy, black table cloth had been placed in the middle of the room. In the middle of the table was a vase with a single, red rose. Tears of appreciation began to well up in her eyes. "Are you trying to woo me, Dr. Hadley?" she asked when Thirteen entered the room.

Thirteen smiled at the overjoyed look on the other woman's face. "Is it working?"

"Yes," Cameron whispered.

"You should say no," Thirteen replied. "Because then I'll try even harder." She walked up to Cameron and grinned.

"No one has ever done anything like this for me before." Cameron wrapped her arms around Thirteen's waist and pulled her into a hug. "It's been such a long day. Thank you."

The sudden closeness took Thirteen by surprise. She hugged her back and buried her face against her hair for a moment. "I even made dinner without sneaking in takeout," she said with a smirk.

Cameron lifted her head. "How did you get in here anyway?"

"Well, you don't have to worry too much about burglars ever breaking in," Thirteen said. "Your lock is a bitch to get open."

"Remy, you picked the lock?" Cameron scolded, trying to keep a serious face.

"No," Thirteen defended herself quickly. "Okay, yes. Only because House misplaced his key though."

"He has a…never mind." Cameron shook her head. "Don't even want to know." She hugged her again, nuzzling her face against Thirteen's neck.

"As much as I'd love to stand here all night and cuddle with you, the food is going to get cold," Thirteen said. She paused. "Can I kiss you?"

"You're seriously asking me that after last night?" Cameron asked.

"I was being nice." Thirteen pecked her lips. "So, what does this mean?"

"What does what mean?"

"This." Thirteen motioned between the two of them. "Is it anything?"

"To me it is." Cameron smiled fondly at her.