Ilessthree: I realized you didn't review too. I thought about waiting...but my patience goes down into the negatives when it comes to posting chapters. Heh. Just enjoy Kutner! Haha. He'll go away eventually. Chase will eventually go away too.
Setyourself: -sends Remy and Cam to revive you- Don't die. If you die, you can't read and review. -wink-
Kj: We'll fix that eventually. Gosh...I feel like I'm saying eventually to everything. Cam will get better...eventually (Had to add that in!). Rebecca won't go away completely...unless Remy moves. But anyway.
JB: I skimmed some of your fics. No moping! -puts up No Moping Allowed sign-
Ina: Thank you. For your compliments...not really for giving Rebecca back. Was she too much to handle? Haha.
Vani: They have to move apart before I put them back together. Sowwy. Eventually, she'll get tired of Rebecca.
Melissa: Thank you! Sorry when my lack of updates makes you mope. -grin- I try to update quickly. I'm as anxious for reviews as y'all are for updates. Why are you all so intent on killing Chase? And now you're all going to be after me to have Remy kill him? xDDDD
Twampy: Your name is Rebecca? Think of it this way. You get to pretend it's you being with Remy. Does that make things any better? xD Happiness is overrated...for now.
Eva: Well, here's another chapt for you to read!
Nameless: We must be in-tune. The power of brainwaves! I'm not responding to any more of this Chase-ass-kicking stuff. Haha. I'm overwhelmed with you all wanting me to take him down. I LIKE Chase!!! xDDDD At least /someone/ thinks Kutner is being cute. He really does pose no threat. -stares at Batman- Yeah. He's my character. I know him too well to fall for those eyes.
Roronoa: A malicious, sadistic, brilliant author? That may be the best compliment ever. I had it as my FB status for a few hours to brag. Cameron does care for Remy, btw. And Kutner is not a threat. Don't dislike him just 'cause he likes Remy. Chase and Rebecca? Just the thought makes my brain hurt. xD
Bigblusky: I love the different range of emotions. Some of you are ticked off at Thirteen and others feel bad for her. It amuses me.
D: Totally not wrong! You all make me question the similarities of my fics and drugs. Cause some of you seem addicted. It's great!
Lilk: Yeah. I guess that does sum it all up. Lol.
Ilive: Sad is great. Bahaha. And yeah...I have a habit of making things hit rock bottom before I lift them back up again.
YDPP: Angsty is totally a word...even though when I type it, I get that little red, squiggly line under it. But what do squiggly lines know?! According to my math professor, you should never be afraid of squiggly lines.
Professor: I refuse to stop drawing squiggly lines. The point is squiggly lines are not to be afraid of.
Boy: Then why are you doing them?
Professor:...So people won't be scared of them!
Anyway...now that I'm off on some rant about lines. Half a computer...? Close enough! My computer is fine, but my charger is broken. I'm borrowing my brother's. I should mention elevators more often just to freak you all out. -snort-
Lessthan13: I'm typing your name without spaces, because...I don't really have much of a reason. Yay for pictures of Batman! How cuuuute! Offer all the selfish ideas you want. Lol. Stalker guy will be back. You'll even get to meet him eventually!
Amazon: Peaceful is good! I'm sadistic enough for all of us, k? Ha. Drama pwns.

Just curious - Is all the angst much too much for y'all?

I think Wilson will be making more of an appearance when Cam is around. Yay or nay? But don't /hate/ him! He's as much of a threat as Kutner is...which is 0. Direct all your hate toward Chase and Rebecca. Ha.

Cameron's POV:

You poke at your sandwich and try not to look around the cafeteria because you know Remy is only a few tables away. Not only aren't you hungry but you wonder if she'll eventually walk over and try to convince you eating is necessary. She seems too caught up in a conversation with Kutner to even notice you though. Pursing your lips together as you try to come up with a plan to get her to stop ignoring you, you run your fingers through your hair then rest your head against your hand.

"Sorry. I was in the OR longer than I expected to be." Chase takes a seat beside you and places a sandwich and bottle of water on the table in front of him. "You're not eating?"

"I'm not hungry." You glance over at him then stare down at the table again. Sighing, you lift your head from your hand and begin peeling the crust off the bread for something to do. "You're not going to try to convince me to eat?" you ask after a moment.

"If you're not hungry, you're not hungry," he answers with a shrug. "Do you want some tea or something?"

Shaking your head, you subtly glance over at Remy. Out of all the times you wanted her to just let you not eat, now you wish she was over here forcing you to take a few bites of your sandwich. Instead, she's with Kutner and the two of them are smirking at something. "I need to get back to the ER." There's still nearly twenty minutes left to your lunch but being in the same room as Remy is painful.

"Alright." Chase nods and takes a drink from his water. "I'll see you at five."

"Five," you confirm under you breath as you get to your feet. Even saying it out loud doesn't make it feel real. It still seems like you'll be going back to Remy's house and spending time with her and Batman. "See you then." You force a smile at him then take the long way out of the cafeteria, walking around all the tables so you don't have to walk by Remy.

Tea does sound good now that it was mentioned. Stopping once you're in the hall, you check your pager to make sure it didn't go off while you were daydreaming then walk toward the lounge. Your head is a mess but you try to just focus on work. Being a doctor leaves no time for mental breakdowns. It doesn't help when your co-workers include both Remy and Chase though. Unless you hide in the ER and hope House doesn't send Remy to help you, you're almost out of luck when it comes to avoiding them.

You walk by Wilson's office and glance inside, watching him stack celery smothered in peanut butter in the shape of a cabin on his desk. "Tie your tie all by yourself this morning?" you ask with a small smile, stopping by the doorway.

"I'm growing up fast," he jokes, glancing up at you. He looks back down at his celery cabin and seems to doubt his previous statement. "When it comes to dressing myself anyway."

The corners of your lips tug upward.

"Do you need a consult or something?" Wilson asks, watching you. "I'm on lunch, but-"

"No, I don't need a consult." You shake your head and your smile fades. "I was just walking by. I should get going."

"You can come join me if you want," he offers, shrugging. He reaches down beside his desk and picks up a bag of celery and a jar of peanut butter. "You can eat instead of build."

"Thanks." You walk inside and shut the door behind you, not wanting to be bothered unless it happens to be someone that needs Wilson. "I think I'd rather eat than pretend they're Lincoln Logs." You pull a chair closer to his desk and take a seat.

"What's happening in the ER?" he asks, destructing his cabin and biting into one of the celery sticks.

"You're not going to ask about me or Thirteen?" you question, opening the bag and taking a piece of celery. Not bothering with the peanut butter, you take a bite of it. Your stomach growls and you realize how hungry you really are.

"Prying is more of House's thing," he replies. "It's none of my business what's happening with you or Thirteen unless either of you want to talk about it."

Staring at him for a moment, you try to process what he just said. It seemed like Remy was the only safe person in the hospital up until now. House was probably trying to get information out of her. Chase was bothering you. Everyone else was more than likely gossiping. "Thank you." You give him a half smile then focus on your piece of celery again.

"Do you want to talk about it?" he asks, watching you. He grabs his previously unopened water bottle then opens it and pours half of it in a mug. "Here." He sets the bottle in front of you.

You seriously consider telling him all that's happening. He would be a good person to talk to. In a way, his line of work involves listening to people and really paying attention. Talking to Remy isn't going to be possible anymore. Chase isn't the easiest to be around right now. You're nervous that everything is going to build up and you're going to explode. "Maybe later," you reply, nodding. "Not right now."

He nods. "I heard the ER has been slow lately. Any interesting patients?"

-----

"Mom, it isn't my fault! Archie is a stupid brother! He said if I put on the cape, I really would be able to fly!"

"Eric, you're going to need to sit still," you tell the five year old as you work on stitching up a nasty cut on his arm. The boy's mother is standing beside the bed with her arms crossed tightly across her chest, a mix of worry and anger etched into her features. "I can't stitch you up when you're wiggling."

"You don't understand, Dr. Cameron," he says, shaking his head. "Archie put on the cape and he flew! He really did!" He swats your arm away to avoid the needle and points at the ten year old. "Tell them!"

The older boy swallows and glances at his mother then kicks at the ground. "Well, I didn't really fly," he mumbles, glancing at Eric. "I-"

The curtain opens and House limps over to the bed. "What did you do to Thirteen?"

"Now is really not the time, House," you scowl at him. "I'm working."

"So am I," he answers. "How did you manage to hurt Thirteen? I was waiting for things to be the other way around."

"Excuse me," you tell Eric's mother and stand up straight. "I'm going to get Dr. Michael." You turn to Eric. "Try to let him stitch up your arm."

House uses his cane and motions you to step away from your patient. "This is important."

"I'm very sorry for Dr. House's interruption," you tell the family then step outside and close the curtain. You nod a male doctor over then turn to face House and lower your voice. "I didn't do anything. This is none of your business."

"It is my business," he argues with you. "If something is wrong with one of my ducklings, I think I should be one of the first to know."

"You really care that much about her well-being, huh?" you ask sarcastically, walking away from him. A pile of unorganized charts catches your eye. "Is she acting like something is wrong?"

"She had lunch with Kutner," House answers. "With only Kutner. That's almost as weird as her having lunch with Wilson yesterday. And that's even weirder than you having lunch with him today. You screwed with her somehow."

You pick up the files and look through them then turn to face him. "I didn't screw with Thirteen. So, if I have lunch with Taub tomorrow, are you going to assume she did something to me?"

"Of course not!" House exclaims loudly. "I'm going to assume Taub is having trouble with his wife and you're being a home wrecker!"

Rolling your eyes, you clutch the files to your chest and try to avoid people's stares. "House, just let it go," you hiss. "Don't come back unless you need something important."

-----

House will not add any more stress to my day than there already is. House will not add any more stress to my day than there already is. Those words have been the mantra in your head for the past hour. Sighing, you put on a new pair of gloves then pull open a curtain to come face to face with House and Kutner. "What the hell are you doing?" So much for trying to project order and smoothness. Drama is clearly hell-bent on happening and of course House is the source of it.

"I was almost impaled," Kutner replies, holding out his arm to show you a deep cut going from about two inches from his wrist up to the inside of his elbow. "House removed the legs from my chair and I killed the whiteboard."

"I'm here because I'm so guilty," House says, pursing his lips together and shaking his head. "I feel so awful for my practical joke now that someone is hurt."

"No, you don't," Kutner says, glancing up at him.

"Shut up before I really do impale you," House warns him.

"House!" you scold, walking over to Kutner and examining the cut. "You wanted a reason to come back here so you removed the legs on Kutner's chair?"

"Actually, that was where Thirteen usually sits," House answers, shrugging. "Either way, it gave me a reason to come back."

"So you tried to have Thirteen cut by the whiteboard?" you confirm, walking over to the supplies to get some disinfectant. "She already has an injured arm."

"Actually, it all played out different in my head," House replies. "She was supposed to fall backward and hit her head on the wall. Not only would I have a reason to come down here, maybe she'd realize how weird eating lunch with Kutner and Wilson is."

"You eat lunch with Wilson all the time," you remind him. After glancing the disinfectant over and making sure there's still some in there, you pick up some gauze too and walk back over to Kutner. "It doesn't look like it needs stitches."

"I eat lunch with Wilson because he buys my food," House defends himself. "What did you do to Thirteen?"

"Why do you assume just because Thirteen had lunch with Kutner that I did something to her?" you ask, glaring at him.

"Yeah," Kutner agrees with you. "Maybe she likes me."

"Exactly." Jealousy begins to pull at your heart. "Maybe she likes him. He's very…" You pause and try to think of something good about him even though you know nothing about him. "He's very funny."

"You think I'm funny?" Kutner asks with a grin.

"Stop talking." You pour disinfectant over his cut and he draws in a sharp breath at the burning feeling. "House, if you think something is wrong, go ask her."

"I did," House replies. "She says she's fine. You know how else I know something is wrong with her?"

"How?" you ask, trying to make it sound like you're not even interested. You are interested and you feel intensely guilty that she's taking your leaving so hard. "Wait, let me guess. You know something is wrong with her because she's denying something is wrong with her."

"Besides that," House says. "You made her feel all confident. She's second-guessing everything she does."

Letting out a breath, you try to focus on wrapping Kutner's arm. "Try not to hurt your team anymore because I'm leaving."

"Aha." House nods. "Thirteen isn't leaving because she still has a patient. That means you're going back to your own house."

"Well, I do live at my house," you remind him. "I probably have a more mail than I can-"

"I just brought you your mail for Christmas," Kutner cuts you off, tilting his head to the side. "Oh, wait. You didn't want him to know that." He pauses. "I didn't take her mail to her."

You press the gauze down extra hard against his cut. "Well, try not to show up at my house if you have any more hurt team members," you tell House. Fortunately, if he does, you'll be at Chase's. "Is there anything you need that isn't Thirteen related?"

"Nope," House replies smirking. "Got all I need to know. Thirteen is sad because she thought you were her friend and now you don't like her anymore," he explains in a mocking tone.

"I like Thirteen," you argue with him. You might like her a little more than you know you should. Arguing with him is pointless, but defending things eases some of your guilt.

"Oh, so you do like Thirteen." House winks at you.

"Not like that!" You justify whatever feelings to have for her by telling yourself her caring for you confused how you were supposed to feel about her. "Leave, House."

"I'll find out what's going on," House informs you. "I always do." He nods for Kutner to get up. "Stop being such a baby and get back to the real patient." He waits for Kutner to walk away then follows. "And next time, sit in your own chair, Idiot!"

"I'm sorry!" Kutner exclaims, walking faster.

Groaning, you pull your gloves off and throw them away then sink down onto the bed. If House is going to make the ER hell for you, you're not sure what you're going to do. It's bad enough just being in the hospital in general makes you think of Remy.

-----

You try to remind yourself you've been to Chase's apartment plenty of times as you walk inside. It's not quite as homey as Remy's. Everything is different right down to how it smells and nothing makes you feel comforted. Even though Remy has more of the 'bachelor pad', her apartment is more comfortable, modern, and inviting than Chase's is. Gripping your suitcase, you question what to do with yourself and your things. Chase nudges you inside and you jump a few inches in the air then walk a few steps in. Biting your lip, you hold back the urge to ask him not to touch you.

"You can put your stuff down," Chase comments, closing the door behind the two of you. "I was thinking about calling for takeout for dinner. Is that okay?"

"That's fine," you mumble, dropping your stuff in front of you. Your appetite has abandoned you again, but you know you're going to have to get over it. It's definitely not healthy how much weight you've lost over the past few days. No matter how much you want to go back to Remy's, you know that isn't going to happen. Even if you were to ditch Chase, you doubt she'd let you back in. Having been moping enough, you try to tell yourself she would want you to take care of yourself.

"Good." He smiles at you. "Look, Cameron, I'm sorry if I somehow hurt you over these past few days. I don't know how to act."

Glancing down, you rub your arm. "It's okay," you reply despite that it still hurts you're staying with him instead of Remy. "I don't know how to act either." You force a smile and look at him again. "I'm getting tired. Let's get food and watch a movie or something."

"You look exhausted." He walks over to his house phone and picks it up then holds it to his ear. "Huh," he mumbles pulling it back and looking at it. "No dial tone." He holds it to his ear again. "Hello? Hello?"

"Is it plugged in?" You ask, tilting your head to the side. Walking over, you glance at the cord. It is plugged in. "Think phone lines are down for some reason?"

"It's a new phone," Chase tells you. "I guess it isn't as good as the box said it was." He hits the off and on button a few times before the dial tone can be heard. "There."

Something feels wrong, but you dismiss it. It makes you feel stupid that something as little as a phone mishap can scare you. Your mouth feels dry and your throat closes up but you focus on breathing. "It's kind of cold in here," you lie and walk back over to your suitcase. You kneel down and dig through it then pull out Thirteen's hoodie and put it on. It calms you down but you have a feeling you're going to be nervous and jumpy until you're in the hospital again and know she's in the same building.

Chase glances over at you then shrugs. "I could always turn up the heat," he suggests then dials a number in the phone.

"Right." You nod and glance at the ground, realizing adjusting might be even harder than you thought it would be.