A Wilde Handful: Haha. No, apparently, she can't! I've never really noticed their chemistry. -doesn't pay attention-
Miralinda: I know. I'm used to writing Cadley too. Have no fear though, I'm not jumping ship! I just thought maybe I'd expand my horizons, attract some new readers, y'know.
Chase: God! Fine! But only because you asked where Remy's pants are like 20 times last night...and because Noelle is making me post this. xD
Christine: Thank you. I don't know if I'll be writing any other Chirteen stories - it's possible, but I hope some great writers emerge so you'll have something to read!
Noelle: I diiid write another chapter. And there's one more after this one that I'll post tomorrow night. x3
Jaffa: Thanks. I honestly sit here repeating lines and movements over and over, trying to picture in my head if I can see them happen on the show. It's nice to know that I'm not completely off.
Pao: Thank you.
Serendipity: I'm trying, I really am. Things have just been harder and confusing lately, and writing Signal Fire makes me far too emotional. When I can numb myself a bit, I promise I'll update.
Speak: Thanks! Hope you enjoy the chapter.
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I was gonna post this later, but Noelle made me post now. And Chase (my friend, not ChaseChase) helped. So...I hope you enjoy chapter two!

Chapter Two: The Previous Night

Chase handed Remy a mug of coffee then lowered himself back down on the arm of the chair. He took a few sips from his own mug, letting the hot liquid rest in his mouth for a moment before swallowing. "Do you want the PG version or the -"

"Just tell me everything," Remy cut him off. She sipped on her coffee and leaned back against the couch, adjusting the blanket over her bare legs. Her head was thumping significantly less now, but that didn't make her any more eager to remember what had happened the previous night.

Sighing quietly, Chase opened his apartment door and tossed the keys on the stand beside it. He gripped the Starbucks cup he was holding, barely aware of the coffee inside burning his hand. It had been one of the longest nights he'd had in awhile. After walking Remy to her car, he had gone to the nearest rest-stop, unsure if he would even make it home without some caffeine.

His apartment was dark, but after living there for long enough there was no need to turn on the light. The moon was shining in through the window just enough that he could see where he was going. Exhaling, he forgot about drinking the rest of the coffee and set the cup down next to his keys before pulling his shirt up over his head. As he made his way back to his bedroom, he dropped the article of clothing on the floor.

The sound of his door creaking caused him to stop. He mustn't have shut it. Rubbing his hand across his face, he turned and made his way back to the living room. A dark shadow in the doorway caused him to freeze. Squinting, he took a step forward and let his eyes adjust to the dim light. "Thirteen?"

She was standing in the doorway in nothing but her shirt and underwear, gripping a coffee mug. She took a long swallow of whatever was inside then tossed the cup on the carpeted floor.

Remy glanced down at the mug she was drinking coffee out of. "I knew this looked familiar," she murmured, looking it over. She sniffed it, still able to smell a light stench of vodka. Why she was drinking vodka out of a coffee mug last night, she wasn't even going to begin trying to remember.

"Are you okay?" Chase took several more steps forward and pushed the door closed behind her as he looked her over. "Where are your pants?" He glanced up and arched a brow in confusion.

"At home," Remy replied, pointing a finger at him. "Or maybe in the car. I don't know." She quickly unbuttoned her shirt and tossed it over on the couch then took a step forward so their chests were pressed together.

Chase glanced down, swallowing hard as he noticed she wasn't wearing a bra. He opened his mouth to speak, but she quickly pressed her lips against his and slipped her tongue into his mouth. He could taste the alcohol immediately. Scotch, vodka, possibly others he wasn't even sure of. "You're drunk," he stated, pulling back. He wasn't sure why he didn't realize it the moment he noticed her half-naked in his doorway, but he chocked it off to exhaustion.

"Mm," was always Remy responded. She grabbed his hands and pressed them against her breasts.

"Are you sure you want me to continue?" Chase asked.

Remy was gaping at the floor, her eyes wide and her mouth half open with her tongue pressed against the roof of her mouth. "Keep going," she demanded, trying to ignore how hot her face suddenly felt.

Remy pushed him backwards while he was still in a state of shock that he was touching her breasts then knocked him over onto the couch. She pressed their lips together again then slid her panties off and tossed them to the side.

Chase quickly pulled away and gripped her arms, trying to keep her at arms length. "Thirteen," he said firmly. "I'm not having sex with you." He hoped the simple statement was enough to make her back off.

"What the fuck?" she exploded in sudden anger. "You can't just…just…" She made a few dramatic arm movements, still straddling him. "You can't just shove me down and make me want to jump you then tell me we're not having sex!"

He stared at her for a moment then eased her off of him and onto the couch. How shoving her made her want to jump him, he didn't even know. "You're drunk," he reminded her as he stood. He put her shirt and panties beside her. "Put these back on. There's a blanket in the hall closet if you need it." He considered finding and taking her keys, but she really didn't look like she planned on going anywhere. "We can…talk about having sex in the morning." He hoped she didn't remember this in the morning.

Trying to subtly adjust his pants, he turned and began making his way back to the bedroom.

Remy groaned and dropped her face to her hands, balancing the mug between her legs. That couldn't be the whole story considering she had woken up naked in his bedroom. "This story doesn't leave this apartment, you got it?" God forbid her other co-workers, or even worse House, found out about this. She'd never live it down. House would make sure 'Beloved Almost-Raper of Chase' was engraved on her tombstone.

"Do you want me to-"

"Shut up and keep talking," Remy replied, not caring that she was contradicting herself.

"Hey! Chase!" Remy got to her feet and followed him, not stopping until they were in his room. She placed her hands on her hips and narrowed her eyes. "You can't just - you can't just walk away!"

"Yes, I can," Chase answered. He turned and sat down on the edge of the bed. "We're both exhausted." He lifted his hand and pointed back out toward the living room, feeling like he was trying to convince a stubborn puppy to sit.

Remy was having none of it. She walked forward and shoved him onto his back, straddling his stomach. "Fuck me," she demanded, shoving her hands down his pants.

Chase drew in a breath, feeling himself harden. He hissed and grabbed her arms, trying to pull her hands back up, to no avail. She tried to kiss him again and he turned his head to the side, struggling to get his legs up and around her so he could flip them over.

Remy paused to watch his flailing legs and struggling arms for a moment. She pursed her lips together in shock then looked at his face. "I've never done it like this before," she stated. "I'm willing to try anything kinky you want."

If his hands weren't busy trying to remove her hands from his pants, this would have been a moment to face palm. "I'm trying to get you off," he told her.

"Good," she stated. "I'm trying to get you off too."

Chase flipped her over and reached into his pants. He grabbed her hands and pulled them out then stretched them up above her head.

"Ooh, you want it like this." Remy winked at him despite that her eyelids were beginning to get droopy. She squirmed a bit, frowning when she realized he was making no effort to do anything besides hold her down.

Chase stared at her a moment then sighed. He moved so his knees were on either side of her, holding her in place, and kept her hands down with one of his hands. Using his free hand, he began gathering up the comforter on the bed and wrapping it around her. He moved her hands down one at a time, fully cocooning her in the blanket. Despite the discomfort in his pants, he laid down on his side with one of his legs and arms draped over her to keep her in place.

"What are you doing?" She made minimal efforts to move, inching further to the side until she was pressed against his chest. She lulled her head to the side and looked up at him with tired, questioning eyes.

"Keeping myself from being assaulted," he answered. She looked confused now, beginning to glance nervously around his bedroom. "Close your eyes." He slid his arm under her neck and tucked his face against her hair, unsure how the transition from holding her down to just holding her close had happened.

"Okay," she whispered, letting her eyes flutter shut.

He waited until she stopped fidgeting and her breaths evened out to let her go. He slid her away from him and loosened the blankets around her then carefully got up and made his way back to the living room.

"Chase, I am so sorry." She looked up at him, one hand over her mouth in shock. "I don't what got into me." She shook her head. "I never-"

"I'm sorry too," Chase told her, his smirk returning.

Remy furrowed her brows. "What are you sorry for?" she asked. "I'm the one that practically-"

"You don't even remember our first kiss," he answered, shaking his head, feigning disappointment. "Usually a girl remembers when she walks into my house and tries to eat my face."

Remy leaned over the arm of the couch and smacked his arm. "I did not try to eat your face," she defended herself. "I at least know I can kiss, even when I'm drunk."

"Well, maybe next time you can prove you're not a cannibal trying to devour me when you're not drunk," he stated casually as he got up to take his mug to the sink.

She sat up straight and tilted her head to the side. "Next time?" she responded as she stood. "I don't think so. Now, do you have anything to wear as pants so I can get out of here?"

One more chapter left. Will their co-workers find out? Will there be a 'next time'? Is Remy turning into Ke$ha and becoming a cannibal? Ohwait, Taub already stole the title of Ke$ha with the glitter.