Miralinda: I probably shouldn't be happy I'm breaking hearts...but I'm quite satisfied I'm getting the responses I was aiming for. I was sad writing last chapter. I pathetically admit, I cried all the way from last chapter right up until the very end of the entire story. My roomie probably thought I was nuts!
Nameless: Like I said above...probably shouldn't be so thrilled I'm breaking hearts, but I'm quite happy with the responses I'm getting. It makes me feel like less of an idiot for crying while writing this fic. Hah. I finally told the rest of my family. They sent me a note that said, "Please keep your personal life to yourself." Huh. I'm not...one-hundred percent sure how I feel about that yet.
Ina: Glad you liked the chapter. Thanksgiving is over now so uh...Happy Black Friday...?! Lol. That's almost over too. xD Happy space in between Thanksgiving and Christmas! There we go!

Huh. I'm surprised the break brings such lack of people! Breaks are usually when I'm most online, but...I hope you're all having a lovely time with your families getting fat off leftover turkey, pie, or whatever else you're eating! I thought about waiting until more people review, but tomorrow is my last day home so I won't be around and Sunday I'll be busy moving things back to school. I didn't feel like waiting for Monday. So...Enjoy!

There are 2 chapters left after this...so review please! And don't forget the last chapter if you haven't been around. -smile-

"Remy, wake up." Cameron shook her gently, kneeling on the bed. "We have to get ready for work."

"Mm." Thirteen rolled over onto her stomach and buried her face against a pillow. "Five minutes."

Cameron rolled her eyes. "You can sleep until I get out of the shower, but then you have to get up for work." She paused. "Are you listening to me?"

"Something about sleeping together in the shower at work," Thirteen mumbled. "Sounds good. Whatever you want."

Cameron sighed. "I'm not going to sleep with you at work, Remy."

"Tease." Thirteen grabbed the blanket and pulled it up over her head. "Lay down or go away." She snuggled closer against the pillow, drifting in and out of consciousness.

The first thing Thirteen thought when she actually woke up was that the night before was definitely worth forgetting. Admitting she was scared actually eased a lot of the fear, but acting like a lunatic in front of Cameron wasn't something she cared to flashback about. Prying her eyes open and squinting through the light in the room, she found herself alone. For a moment, she almost panicked that Cameron had abandoned her. The sound of shower water turning on calmed her and she realized how stupid her previous thought had been.

Stifling a yawn, she sat up and swung her feet over the edge of the bed. Too impatient to wait to see Cameron, she stood up then walked to the bathroom. Trying the handle, she found the door unlocked. Not making any noise, she opened the door just enough to squeeze into the bathroom then shut it behind her. She tiptoed to the shower then peered around the curtain. Her eyes widened.

Cameron had her back to her, standing a few centimeters away from the spray of the shower. She had one leg lifted slightly, supported by the wall and was moving two fingers in and out of herself at a quickened pace.

Thirteen smirked. She pulled her clothes off then stepped inside. In one swift moment, she lifted the shower head off the hook and turned it upside down then slid it between Cameron's legs.

Cameron squeaked and pulled her fingers out of herself. She spun around and would have fallen out of the bathtub if Thirteen hadn't caught her. "Remy!" Her cheeks turned bright red.

"I could get used to you screaming out my name like that," Thirteen teased, gripping her at the waist. "This is definitely something I never thought I'd see. Dr. Cameron playing with herself in the shower." She placed the showerhead back on the wall.

Cameron looked away in shock and embarrassment. "Well, I - you," she stammered, "What's it to you if I play with myself in the shower?" If it was even possible, her cheeks turned an even darker shade of crimson.

"It just doesn't seem very fair," Thirteen answered. She leaned forward and kissed her just below the ear. "What if I want to play with you in the shower?"

Cameron couldn't make words. She managed a flustered groan and closed her eyes.

"Wake me up next time," Thirteen whispered in her ear. "Have fun." She laughed and stepped out of the shower. Despite Cameron's protests, she wrapped a towel around herself and walked out.

"I tried to wake you up!" Cameron whined and hit her forehead against the wall then turned the water as cold as it would go.

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"That was mean." Cameron walked into the kitchen, dressed in jeans and a grey sweater. "Mean is an understatement." She sat down at the table and sighed.

Grinning, Thirteen placed a bowl of cereal in front of her. "I thought it was fun." She sat down with her own bowl of cereal.

"You would." Cameron shoved a mouthful of cereal in her mouth and pouted as she chewed. "First, you practically rape me then you leave me high and dry."

Choking, Thirteen nearly spit a mouthful of cereal all over the table. She leaned her head back and laughed. "You are such a liar." She flung a cheerio at her.

"And you are so immature!" Cameron flung it back.

"Who's immature?" Thirteen asked, grinning even more. "I'll throw it back."

"Nu uh. I know how this'll end," Cameron said, scooting her chair away from Thirteen. "You'll get up and dump your bowl over my head."

"My God, it was one time with snow!" Thirteen ate the piece of cereal they had been throwing at each other then returned her attention back to her bowl. She smiled and glanced at her out of the corner of her eye.

Cameron stuck out her tongue.

Thirteen shoved a spoonful of cereal in her mouth and chewed it then stuck her tongue out back at her.

"Ew." Cameron looked away. "Don't get cute."

"I can't help it," Thirteen replied coyly.

"Woah." Cameron glanced at her and giggled. "Ego alert. I thought you cracked that the night you went to jail."

"Ouch." Thirteen feigned offence. "That really hurt."

Cameron rolled her eyes. "Hurry up and eat. We have to leave soon."

The two of them found themselves playfully bickering all the way through the rest of breakfast and to the hospital. The fun and games stopped when Cuddy met them a few feet away from the entrance.

"Girls," she said slowly as if she was trying to choose her words carefully. "I'm so sorry."

Realization hit Cameron before it hit Thirteen. Tears stung her eyes and she ran a hand through her hair.

"He coded about fifteen minutes ago," Cuddy added finally. "You should go home for the day."

It wasn't until then that Thirteen got what she was saying. She braced herself against the wall and watched Cuddy walk away. It was a full minute or two before she turned her head to face Cameron. Thirteen's grief was almost numbed by shock.

"Heard your lovechild died," House commented as he passed by.

She ignored him. "I need to go find paperwork to do."

Cameron stared at her with tear-filled eyes. "What? You suddenly don't care?"

"He was going to die anyway," Thirteen replied. "You knew it. I knew. Everyone who worked with him knew it." The shock began to wear off. "You take everything so personally." Her heart was pounding in her chest and she fought back the urge to cry by chewing out Cameron. "You only get close to people because they need you."

"Stop it," Cameron muttered and rubbed at her eyes.

"It's true," Thirteen continued, "First House. Chase until he didn't need you anymore. Then Alex. Now me. Then when I die, you'll move on to someone else. That's the only reason you like me, isn't it? Because now I'm the only one around to need you."

"Stop taking your grief out on me," Cameron whispered. "Because you know what you're saying isn't true. You're trying to hurt me to make yourself feel better."

Thirteen knew she was right. "Sorry to burst your bubble," she spat. "I don't need you. Do you understand me? I don't need you and I certainly don't want you. This relationship would never work."

"Fine then." Cameron stared straight at her, lips quivering and tears running down her face. "Run away. Do what you always do."

"I will," Thirteen replied, "And you know why? Because I'm fucking great at it." She turned and walked away, wrapping her arms around herself to keep herself from quivering.

Sobbing quietly, Cameron just stood and watched her go for a moment. It couldn't end like this. She went after her and grabbed her by the elbow. "I am sick and tired of people treating me as if I shouldn't have any feelings," she said before Thirteen could respond. Her voice cracked and went up and octave. "All my life, I've just been a - an emotional punching bag to them. They think it's fine! I should just bounce back and not care about the last person who spent hours crying to me, or the last person who believed in me, or the person who spent hours with me then walked off without a backward glance! I won't take it anymore." She shook her head, shocked by what she was saying. Thirteen appeared shocked as well. She continued. "If you think you can just stand there and do the same thing, then you are sorely mistaken. All this time, you took me for granted. Even after I comforted you, helped you, did things for you. You led me on! And now you go on about things not working out." She choked over a sob. "Well fine. Go on. Leave. But I will never feel for someone what I felt for you."

Her words were like arrows through Thirteen's heart and each one left a separate mark. "Good. You feel too much anyway." She bit back tears. "I need to get my stuff from your house. Give me your keys."

"No." Cameron swallowed and shook her head. "Come on. I'll drive you."

Thirteen rolled her eyes.

"I'm going home anyway." Cameron dug in her pockets for her keys. "The sooner you get out the better." She dropped the keys on the floor, so upset she could barely hold onto them. "You're a jerk, Remy Hadley." She sniffled and rubbed at her nose then picked her keys back up and began walking.

"That's the best you have?" Thirteen asked, following. "You're a bitch, Allison Cameron."

Cameron lowered her head and muffled a sob with her hand. There was nothing left to say. She thought about saying she hated her, but it would have been a lie and Thirteen would have insulted her even worse. She couldn't even feel the freezing wind blow against her as she walked outside and to the car. Thirteen's words had completely anesthetized her. She got into the driver's side of the car and put the key in the ignition, trying to avoid Thirteen's gaze.

Thirteen glared at Cameron and hated herself. Alex was dead. He was dead. She never even got to finish the story. It repeated over and over in her head. Needing to drown it out, she hit the radio and cranked up the volume.

Your subtleties, they strangle me
I can't explain myself at all
And all that wants and all that needs
All I don't want to need at all

Cameron waited for her to shut her door. She pulled on her seatbelt and stared at the steering wheel for a moment. "I'm sorry." Her words were drowned out by the music. With a glance toward Thirteen, she pulled out of the hospital parking lot.

The walls start breathing
My mind's unweaving
Maybe it's best you leave me alone
A weight is lifted on this evening
I give the final blow
When darkness turns to light
It ends tonight, it ends tonight

The roads were icy and it made Cameron nervous as she drove. Her hands were already quivering from being upset and the music was making her head pound. There were days when a person ought to go home, crawl under their covers, and close their eyes until the day was done. This was one of those days.

A falling star
Least I fall alone
I can't explain what you can't explain
You're finding things that you didn't know
I look at you with such disdain

"Remy, I'm getting a headache. Can you turn it down?" Spots had begun to appear in front of her eyes and she wanted to curl up and cry. She considered pulling over and calling Chase to pick them up and drive them the rest of the way back to her house.

"Don't call me that," Thirteen replied sternly. She left the music at the volume it was at and stared out the window. Just five more minutes and they'd be back at Cameron's house. "Damnit," she muttered as a stoplight turned red. Make that six minutes. It was guaranteed to be the longest six minutes of her life.

"Sorry," Cameron mumbled. She leaned her head back against the seat and stared up at the light.

The walls start breathing
My mind's unweaving
Maybe it's best you leave me alone
A weight is lifted on this evening
I give the final blow

Green. Finally. Cameron hit the gas and drove into the intersection. A car coming the opposite direction slammed on its brakes at the red-light on its side. Tires screeched and the car slid across the ice, smashing into the back of Cameron's car. Her car spun in a circle and busted through the guardrails. Her head hit the steering wheel and the next thing she knew, she was upside down. There was a crunching of glass and she couldn't tell whether she was screaming or Thirteen was screaming, but someone was definitely screaming. The last thing she remembered was pain everywhere and the sound of her own sobbing.

When darkness turns to light
It ends tonight
Just a little insight
Won't make this right
It's too late to fight
It ends tonight, it ends tonight

The radio flickered off.