Ilive: Thanks! Hope you had a great Easter!
Ilessthree: Glad you're liking it! And ikr?! I want to just dissolve into my head and live in this fic. xD
Heimdall: Yeah, they'll call the kids by their first names. '13' will be a school thing I'll get more into later and they'll probably switch back and forth with what they call Cameron. Cuddy would be more likely to call her Allison than House would.. I'll get more into Wilson also. And, yeah, I have 3 JMo autographs.
Shelby: Thanks for the review!
Winterfell: Don't pressure me! Go pressure Plush to tag! We can gang up on her to reply. Haha. Exactly. Everyone should ship Rabidnar/Plush!
Morzans: Have you seen our other co-write? It's called Game, Set and Match. Glad you're enjoying it!
Anonymousow: Glad you're enjoying it! Wish I could show y'all the pic I'm basing their room on.
Anonymous-O: Thanks for the review!
Bigblusky: I think it'll be every man for himself. Haha. Idk really bc we're just going one reply at a time. Personally, I think they'll all ally w/ each other at times.
Temo: Yeah, I realize we're not on the same page about everything. But, honestly, this wasn't even meant to be posted. We were ust having fun and decided we liked it enough to share. Remy is adopted. Sorry about that. She was at one time their foster child, but they adopted her. - Cuddy is just making a fuss. - Cameron was in one foster home before this one. Since she was leaving, she didn't want to stick around too long - bc it was hard for her to switch houses. - They do not both have loft beds. Cameron's bed is on the ground and Remy's bed is lofted sideways above it. - Thanks for reviewing. Glad you're enjoying it!
Lessthan13: Haha. Everything Plush and I say can be taken in many ways. And, yeah, her shirt said 'I Do My Own Stunts'. xD
Oppenheimer: Sorry if it's a bit confusing. That's just how roleplaying works.
Pink: I'll get more into '13' when they get to school. Glad you're enjoying it!
JB: Haha. You're only eager bc of what happened in ours...which Plush has no idea about. And the character that I'm playing will be doing the saaame thing that happened in ours. Ahahaha.
More: Sorry, but how we're writing is just how roleplaying works. Roleplays aren't really even meant for anyone but the people involved, but we just liked it enough to post...and I had some people whining for me to post. Haha. Sorry if you're confused.
Roronoa: Glad that you're enjoying it! I looove writing HS AU RPs.
Btw: I have a FB fanpage now called Rabidnar's Ramblings.
"I'm not making fun of you," Remy assured her with a grin. It wasn't a huge pool. It was above ground and only about four feet deep, but it did have a deck around it with a few nice lawn chairs. She rarely went swimming in it when her parents weren't home (which was often since they were doctors), but it was a lot of fun when they allowed her to invite Kutner and Taub over. It would be interesting hanging out with a girl and someone new for once. She and the boys had been best friends since they were eleven, practically doing everything together. Most of the other students at school viewed them as outcasts and no one was really interested in hanging out with them.
When Cameron knelt down in front of her, she shook Gus off her leg and lowered herself down to the ground. "This is Gus," she answered. She felt a bit weird telling his name to other people. Kutner had been the one to name him, and while she hadn't really liked the name, it did fit him. "He's harmless, for the most part," she told her, smirking. While the kitten didn't often scratch or bite, he did have a habit of appearing out of nowhere and attacking fingers and toes. "Here." She lifted him up off the ground and offered him toward Cameron. Gus just swished his tail back and forth a few times, not seeming to mind being lifted up and passed around.
"Remy, honey bear, mom wants you to set the table."
Remy glanced toward the door, furrowing her brows in confusion. "What the hell?" she mumbled under her breath. Since when did her father use pet-names on her? And since when did her mother want her to set the table when her normal job was doing dishes? "You'll get used to my dad," she told Cameron, ignoring his request for her to go set the table. "Or you'll at least learn to tolerate him for the most part. But if you care about your pride, it's probably best to just avoid him at all costs - which is a lot harder than it seems even if he can't get up the stairs."
Cuddy nodded slightly, taking the suitcase from her. So she would be making a trip to the mall. She had a feeling Remy wouldn't be too thrilled about that, but she was rather ecstatic – as long as she didn't have to drag House along. Trips out in public never ended well when she had both Remy and House with her – or just House for that matter. "Alright," she said, nodding once more. "If she does want the rest of her stuff, we'll give you a call."
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"I guess that means I'll get to work on my tan," Cameron said, mainly to herself than anything else. It had been ages since she went swimming. She never felt like paying for it and her friends never really showed any interest in it. "I don't think I packed a bathing suit," she added as an afterthought. She shrugged it off quickly, not considering it important enough. Instead she focused on Gus and the way Remy handled him. She had to admire the way the girl handled the pet so effortlessly. It was unreasonable, but she always felt a little jealous of the pet/master relationships she came across.
She rose her eyebrows when Remy offered the kitten to her, not expecting the gesture. Then again, she was going to stick around for a very long while, so it was only logical to be introduced to him properly. "I'm not going to let it go if he decides I'm a proper scratch pole," she teased the other girl, reaching for the pet. He looked calm and young enough not to cause any harm. "Hi there," she cooed, taking care not to make any sudden or smothering movements.
Cameron looked up at the shout, carefully rearranging Gus in her arms so that she was cradling him. Judging from Remy's reaction, whatever he said wasn't ordinary. "Yeah, he seems like quite the character," she agreed with an amused smile, keeping an eye on the kitten, hoping he would stay zen throughout the cuddle session. "Shouldn't we go downstairs?" she asked cautiously, knowing full well that parents' orders could be a pain sometimes.
House waited for footsteps that never came. He turned around, checking to make sure neither Janine or Cuddy were in within hearing range. "Don't think I won't misplace your stash," he called in a singsong voice. "Daddy gets awfully hungry after so much activity."
Cameron shot Remy a sympathetic look. Yeah, it was definitely a pain.
"I'd say I'd like to hear from you soon, but in this profession no contact is good contact," Janine said, laughing politely. She glanced down at her watch, but otherwise didn't show any body language that betrayed her to be in a hurry. "Well, I believe you'll be able to handle this." She nodded towards the suitcase and closed the trunk. "I might have planned another appointment so soon because I knew things would go well. Both you and Miss Cameron are very capable people."
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Remy opened her mouth to speak but was cut off by House. She shot another look toward the door, frowning slightly. "I'll just tell Mom," she called back, not really caring. She didn't keep anything important in the kitchen downstairs. It hadn't taken her very long to realize if she put things where House could find them, they would quickly be MIA. She had a special space in her closet where she hoarded food, important papers, and anything else she didn't want her father to use against her. Once she figured out whether Cameron was trustworthy or not, she might share that space with her so her things didn't suddenly become possessions of House.
When Cameron asked if they should go downstairs, she shrugged her shoulders. "If my mom calls us, we should," she answered. Most of the time, she didn't do half of what her father told her to do, unless she knew it was important. Her mother, on the other hand, tended to mean it when she told her to get things done. "Come on and I'll show you the rest of the house," she said, getting to her feet.
Gus rested contently in her arms, trying to knead her shirt sleeve without his claws. He continued purring, oblivious to House calling up the stairs or Remy calling back to him.
"Just remember how much you like cuddling with him when he realizes he's half yours and decides to lick your ears in the middle of the night," Remy said with a smirk, motioning toward the kitten. "Or when he follows you around the house and starts meowing when you go somewhere he can't."
"Thank you," Cuddy told the social worker. She tightened her grip on the suitcase and returned back inside, placing it by the door. Glancing at House, she raised her eyebrows then made her way toward the kitchen. "Someone better set the table," she warned him.
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Cameron made a mental note of what Remy said; Ignoring Cuddy was a definite no-no. Not that she was going to, but it was still good to know. She stood up as well, rather enjoying having the purring ball of fur in her arms. She looked down at the kitten when Remy told her what he tended to do, and try as she might, she couldn't keep herself from cuddling him. Smiling, she petted him on the head, purposely touching his ears as well so that they flattened into his neck. "I'm sure he'll be a good boy," she said softly.
After another moment of thinking the cat was too cute for his own well-being, Cameron parted with him for the rest of the tour. She put him down on the floor and dusted off any hairs that might've gotten stuck on her shirt. "Right, so, the rest of the house?" she asked, shooting Remy a questioning look.
House tilted his head thoughtfully. Daughter dearest didn't sound nearly as annoyed as he would have hoped. She didn't sound serious about telling Cuddy either. "Cameron, you have an 80% chance that Remy has been checking—the time!" He changed his statement right before Cuddy reentered the house. He leaned against the railing as conspicuously as possible in an attempt to be nonchalant. Before she could tell him anything, he gave her the nod. "'Sup?" After he received the warning and Cuddy disappeared into the kitchen, he allowed a grin to play on his lips.
He followed Cuddy into the kitchen with the intention of setting the table himself. It wasn't entirely according to plan, but he wasn't complaining.
Cameron frowned in confusion and looked at Remy for explanation. "An 80% chance of… what?"
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"Cameron, you have an 80% chance that Remy has been checking—"
"Dad!" Remy cried out, just as he finished with 'the time'. She stared toward the door with wide eyes, crossing her arms tightly across her chest. He wouldn't... Damn, he so would. She cleared her throat, slightly embarrassed by her sudden outburst. Had it been one of the boys, she wouldn't have cared quite as much. Back when she liked Kutner, he found out within the first twenty-four hours - she wasn't sure, but she still assumed her father had something to do with that. On the other hand, liking girls was something she was still getting comfortable with and didn't exactly want to be spread around. There were still nights she cried because of how confused she was by her sexuality. Cameron was the last person she wanted to know about that right now - especially since she had been checking her out from the moment she walked in the door.
"If you care about your pride, sometimes it is best to do what he says," she murmured, half to herself and half to Cameron. Despite that she felt like slumping forward in defeat, she put on an air of confidence and straightened up. "Let's go set the table," she stated, leading her out of the room and toward the stairs again. "I'll give you the rest of the tour after we eat."
Gus stopped purring when he was placed on the floor and looked around for a moment. He sat down by Cameron's feet, staring up at her until he saw Remy start heading out of the room from the corner of his eye. Leaping to his feet, he scrambled after her then raced down the steps in front of her.
Cuddy glanced over at House as he entered the kitchen, working on getting glasses out of the cupboard and pouring drinks for them. "House, you leave those poor girls alone," she told him, raising her eyebrows at him. "Allison doesn't need you upsetting her on her first night here and I don't need some kind of war starting between you and Remy. Keep it up and you'll be sleeping fully clothed and alone tonight."