Ilive: Well, I don't think I hot pink cast in 3rd grade would be as bad as one at Remy's age. Ha.
Anonymous: Cameron is...slowly getting back to normal. Slowly. It'll still take awhile w/ things...cause it's not like she can just jump back after what happened.
Eva: Wilson totally had to be first to know...'cause Wilson is made of win. xD
JB: I may get another chapt up by March 12, but I doubt it'll be smut. Lol. Sorryyy. I'm working on a slight timeline w/ when the events in this fic happen...unless the characters randomly decide to change things like they've been doing. Happy early bday if I happen to not have a chapt up by then!
Shan: Thank you very much. More fluff and humor in this chapt!
Meva: You're all so intent I kill off Chase. He doesn't have a guaranteed life...but I really have no plans to kill him off. Lol.
Melissa: I like that you like Remy's smell is comforting to Cameron. I always feel warm writing that. Wilson is win. xD
Pink: Thank you so much. Chase is definitely not out of the picture...not even after this chapt.
Nameless: Mm. No. You don't win. I have better means of torture than not updating.
Amazon: ...Now I have this image of your brain bouncing up and down as you read. Ha. A pocket-Wilson? Well, when you find out where they make those, buy me one too! xD
Ilessthree: I now know...that you are Sarah. -win!- Anyway! xD If Cameron would have used pink on Remy...Cam might have been the one in need of a cast. Lol.
Lessthan13: How you would know? Have you ever /tried/ eating a significant figure? It could be equally as appetizing. xDDD Join WFW! I'm guessing it reminds you of....WBND? x3
Robert: Thank you so much! Glad you like it.
Library: Thanks so much!
Charmed: For the first time in awhile...I have updated soon! -win-
Miralinda: Thank you so much!
Josey (Ch. 1-4): Hey...at least you went to sleep...eventually. xD My roomie is probably like, "Are you stupid?" bc I went to sleep at 6:30 and didn't get up until 1:30. It takes skill to know you can be productive and choose not to do so! Hopefully I will continue to keep my characters at least decently in character thru-out the rest of the fic. . - My dad always tells me I'd be better off writing for LOST or House than doing anything else. Baha. If only! - Shhhh. No making fun of Remy bc she can't keep a goldfish alive! I'm on chapt 28 and at least Cameron is still alive. She remembers to feed her and stuff. xDDD - Teehee. Nope. Only Remy can be replacement-hoodie. Less sleeping; more reading. No...wait. xD Less sleeping; more Katy Perry licking JMo. -lmao- Talking to me at 5am while I'm overloaded w/ coffee is the closet you'll ever get to me being drunk.
Glaukopis: Thanks so much! Hopefully I can keep control of the characters. They tend to control themselves tho. If they don't want to act a way I want them to...then they don't let me write until I change it. x_x

I think this is the last fluffy chapt for awhile...unless the characters decide otherwise. If y'all want me to update faster...pray I have more snow days! xD I feel kinda ooc in this chapt...but eh.
And no threats toward a certain character who appears later in this chapt! (That's directed toward one person in particular...but just thought I'd throw that out there. -narrows eyes-)

Remy's POV:

"Remy, stop scratching at it," Cameron comments as the two of you walk down the hall and toward the locker room. She glances at your arm, raising her eyebrows at the red mark you're leaving. "It's numb. It can't itch that bad."

"Well, it does," you lie, scratching around the top of the cast. In all honesty, you can't feel a thing. You want an excuse to look at the word 'Allie' scrawled in bold letters with a heart next to it covering a large portion of the blue material on your cast. It gives you a warm, fluttery feeling that sets off a million warning signals in your head yet somehow makes you want to draw closer to her. "Do you have anything you need from your locker?"

She comes to a stop beside the locker room door and purses her lips together for a moment. "No, I have everything," she answers, shaking her head. "If you give me the keys, I'll go warm up the car."

You pause for a moment then feel your pockets until you find them in your lab jacket. "I'll be there in a second," you say, pulling out the keys then handing them to her. "Kutner should be waiting by the door. If he isn't, I'll meet him before I come out."

"No rush," she assures you. She tosses the keys a few inches in the air then catches them again and smiles at you.

"Well, if I'm not out in twenty minutes, you might want to send a search party after me," you reply, grinning back at her.

"Okay, please don't take twenty minutes just to go to your locker," she answers, still smiling.

You exaggerate sigh and pretend to be exasperated. "So much for no rush," you comment. "I'll be out in a second." You turn away from her and push the locker door open then walk inside. Now you have to find your locker key. Tugging at the pocket in your lab jacket, you glance inside as you walk toward your locker. Sighing, you drop your good hand to one of your pants pockets and shove it inside then pull out the key. Focused on getting your things and leaving, you don't notice you're not alone until you collide with another person rounding the corner of one of the locker aisles.

Your key hits the ground and you glance up to see a flustered looking Chase. "Sorry," you mutter even though you don't feel he deserves an apology from you.

"I left Cameron's things in front of her locker," he says slightly coldly, taking a few steps away from you.

You bend down and pick up your key then narrow your eyes at him. "So, that's your plan?" you ask, suddenly regretting you even came into the room in the first place. "You're just going to leave her stuff there and avoid her? You could have at least given her stuff to her."

He lets out a sharp breath. "Every time I try to talk to her, you're there," he replies, making his way to the door. He stops once he gets there and turns around. "I'm trying to do what's going to make her happy. Maybe you should do the same."

Clenching your jaw, you cross your arms across your chest and lean sideways against one of the lockers. "Let me guess what that would be," you say then pause and pretend to think. "Telling her to go back to you?"

"Stop making her think that she likes you," Chase answers, putting his hand on the doorknob and opening the door. "I know her and I know you are one of the last people she would fall in love with."

You open your mouth to retaliate, but he steps away from the door again and keeps speaking.

"She gives to people who she thinks need something. Then she gets too involved and thinks she's in love. It happened with her husband, with House, and now it's happening with you. In the end, she only ends up getting hurt. She's not depending on you because you're stable. She's depending on you because you're screwed up." He shakes his head.

"You think you didn't hurt her?" you ask, taking a few threatening steps forward. His words are making you feel mixed reactions. Your cheeks flush a light shade of red and you dig your nails into your palm.

"Not in the same way you will," he answers, looking as pissed off as you feel. He breathes a harsh laugh. "Just because you're on House's team doesn't mean you can interfere with everyone in the hospital like he does. Just remember that we were his team first. Maybe I should talk to her."

Not wanting Cameron to come looking for you and find you arguing with Chase, you silently remind yourself you have better things to do. Not bothering with going to your own locker, you walk to Cameron's and grab her bags. "Go ahead and talk to her," you answer. "But actually work things out and get over her. I kicked the ass of the last guy who made her cry and I'm not afraid to do it to the next."

"Are you threatening me?" Chase asks as you round the corner again with Cameron's things. "The whole hospital knows you shot some guy. Do you really think threats are -"

"What is going on in here?" Cuddy asks from the doorway, her arms crossed tightly across her chest and a stern look on her face.

You and Chase glance over at her immediately, looking like deer caught in the headlights. "Nothing," you and he answer simultaneously.

Cuddy sighs. "Dr. Chase, my office," she demands. "Dr. Hadley, take Cameron home and don't come back until you can both work in this hospital without a problem."

Grinding your teeth, you nod your head because you have no other choice but to do what she says. Enough is going on that you don't need an argument with Cuddy to really screw things up.

"That's it?" Chase asks, obviously not thinking the same as you are. "You're just sending her home?"

"She needs to go home," Cuddy answers firmly, her voice void of personal emotion. "You need to go to my office."

Lifting one of the bags so you can place the strap on your shoulder, you walk toward the door then slow beside Chase and Cuddy. "Move on, Chase," you say in a barely audible voice then continue out of the room and down the hall. "Happy New Years," you scowl under your breath.

-----

If it were other circumstances, special treatment from Cuddy when it comes to you and Chase might make you feel smug. Her pity disgusts you though. If everyone knows you shot someone, that explains weird looks from other doctors, the nurses being flustered when you spoke to them, and why House told you to shoot up your patient with drugs. You feel like backtracking your day and reading into everything that happened, but Chase's words pull you in a different direction.

What he said was almost exactly what Joe said. 'Cameron doesn't love; she feeds off other people's pain'. Part of you hates that he would undermine her emotions. Another part of you wonders if he's right. What reason would Cameron have to like you? Sure, many girls find you attractive, but those girls are already lesbians or bisexuals. Cameron was straight before she met you and you doubt you have the looks or personality to change that. That would either mean you're just providing her with security and she's confused or you're fucked up enough to be one of her charity cases.

"Do you need help with one of those bags?" Foreman asks, glancing up at you from where he's standing by the door.

You snap out of your thoughts to realize you're about to drop both bags and your arm feels like it's going numb. "No point in casting my other arm," you reply, dropping one of them to the ground. You fight the urge to rub your shoulder, knowing it would be impossible to hold a bag in your good hand and rub it with the casted one. "Thanks." Trying to ignore the tingling from where the strap of the bag had been cutting off circulation, you adjust the strap of the other one.

"How's Cameron?" he asks, picking up the bag and following you out the door.

"Fine," you answer simply, not sure he actually cares.

"And you?" he asks, raising his eyebrows. "I heard about yesterday."

"Apparently the whole hospital heard about yesterday," you say, readjusting the strap of the bag. You glance around for your car, seeing it in the near distance. It looks like it's running, but Cameron is standing outside of it. For a moment, you wonder what she's doing before you see she's talking to Kutner. "I'm fine. Not like I killed the guy."

"They brought him here," Foreman says. "Cuddy heard what happened and had him transferred."

"Had who transferred?" Cameron asks, looking away from Kutner now that you and Foreman are close enough that she can hear you.

Kutner opens his mouth to speak, but Foreman cuts him off. "One of House's patients," he lies, shrugging.

"Chase gave you my things?" Cameron asks, eyeing her bags and tilting her head to the side. "Want me to pop the trunk?"

"Yeah," you answer nodding. "He left them by your locker and I picked them up."

"Are you going to the party at Wilson's house tonight?" Kutner asks Foreman as Cameron opens the car door to open the trunk for you.

"What party at Wilson's house?" Foreman asks.

Kutner turns away from him and shouts across the parking lot. "Taub!" he yells. "Party at Wilson's house tonight!"

Cameron stands up once the trunk is open and narrows her eyes at Kutner, looking ready to smack herself in the forehead.

You glance at the three of them then open the trunk and place the bag you're holding inside. You step aside so Foreman can put the other bag in then slam the trunk door down. "Thanks," you tell Foreman before looking at Kutner and Cameron. "Ready to go?"

"La-Z-Boy, right?" Kutner confirms. "I borrowed a truck from a friend incase you find anything in stock."

You nod your head. Your living room looks empty without a couch so you definitely plan on buying something that you can take home with you right then and there. As Cameron walks around to the passenger's side, you open the driver's side door and get in the car.

"Are you okay?" Cameron asks as she gets in the car. "You seem a bit off. You didn't even put your lab coat in your locker." She shuts her door at the same time you shut yours then turns to face you, placing her hand on your shoulder.

"I'm fine," you answer, putting your hand on the gearshift and glancing out the back window. "I'm taking my lab coat home to wash it."

"Alright." She squeezes your shoulder and smiles at you.

Glancing at her out of the corner of your eye as you take the car out of park, you force a smile back then start on your way to the furniture store. You can deal with this whole mess later. Right now, you just want to have a stress-free New Years. Who is Chase of all people to say Cameron doesn't like you anyway?

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"What about this one?" Kutner asks, stopping by a giant, purple couch that would never even fit in your door. "Look; it reclines on both sides."

"I'm afraid to see what the inside of your house looks like if this is your taste in furniture," you inform him, ignoring the couch he's looking at and walking further down the aisle. You pause beside a decent sized, black couch made for two people. "I like this one," you state, ready to buy something and leave. "It's only $600."

"It even pulls out into a bed for when you and that girl get pissed off at each other," a familiar female voice comments.

You quickly glance up, your eyes widening at the sight of Rebecca. "Hey," you say, your shocked look fading into a grin. "What are you doing here?"

"You inspired me to buy a couch for my apartment," she replies, shrugging. "I thought about stealing your old one, but finding a matching cushion turned out to be too much trouble."

"Remy, I found one over there," Cameron says, walking over to you. She glances between you and Rebecca then smiles. "You're Remy's landlord right?"

Rebecca nods her head slowly. "And you're that girl," she confirms. She turns to you and raises her eyebrows. "Happy to know you talk about me so much, Remy."

You roll your eyes. "Rebecca, Allison. Allison, Rebecca," you introduce the two of them hastily.

"And Kutner," Kutner introduces himself, walking so he's standing in front of you, his eyes on Rebecca. "You're Thirteen's friend?"

"Shocking, I know," you say sarcastically. "Sorry if you thought you were my only one."

"Are you going to the party at Wilson's house tonight?" Kutner asks, not taking any notice to you as you push him slightly to the side.

"I don't know who Wilson is," she replies, narrowing her eyes at him slightly. She shakes her head and turns to face you. "You're going to a party? We usually go out New Years Eve."

"You're welcome to join us," Cameron cuts in, smiling at her. "Wilson won't mind."

"I don't think Wilson's party is Rebecca's kind of party," you inform Cameron, a smirk tugging at your lips. You pause. "When did we decide to go to Wilson's?"

"Well, if you're going to be there, Remy, I might as well show up," Rebecca says, shrugging. "You know me; big on tradition," she deadpans.

"No new girls at the bar lately?" you guess, arching a brow at her.

"That too." Rebecca waves her hand in a vague gesture. "I'll get the address from you at home?"

"I guess so," you reply, draping your good arm over Cameron's shoulders.

"Come on," Cameron says, tugging on your arm. "The one over here would look great in your apartment." She smiles at Rebecca. "I'll see you at Wilson's."

You let Cameron drag you over to the couch she likes, glancing back at Rebecca for a reaction. She grins at you then turns around and goes to shop for her own couch.

-----

There's more people at Wilson's than you expected there to be; and apparently more than Cameron and Wilson expected there to be too. The two of them look like they're in a state of shock when following you comes Kutner, then Taub, then Foreman, then even House and Cuddy.

"It's a good thing I bought extra food," Wilson comments, watching everybody make themselves at home in his living room. He glances at Cameron. "I didn't realize you were going to invite the entire hospital."

"Neither did I," she mumbles, rubbing her forehead with her thumb and forefinger. "To make it fair, I have no clue how House and Cuddy found out."

"Probably Kutner," you answer with a smirk, shaking your head. You glance toward the open door when there's a knock on the wall. Rebecca is standing there, glancing around at everyone. She looks nice with her hair straightened and a modest, tan sweater and dark jeans that aren't too tight fitting. "Hey," you call to her, gesturing her over.

"I'm going to get something to eat now incase Wilson runs out of food," Cameron comments.

"Alright." You watch her walk with Wilson toward the kitchen. They start talking and then Cameron starts laughing, making your heart feel like it's skipping beats. She looks beautiful in her grey sweater with her brown locks slightly curled and pulled back with a headband. Then again, she looks beautiful all the time. Realizing you're staring, you quickly turn to look at Rebecca as she approaches you. "You actually came."

"I said I'd be here," Rebecca replies, rolling her eyes. "Am I the only person here who isn't a doctor?"

You glance around then shake your head. "Nope," you reply. You nod to Batman who is trying to gnaw on House's cane without being hit by it.

"Great!" Rebecca folds her arms across her chest and rocks back on her heels. "I'm bored already."

"I told you it wasn't your type of party," you remind her. "Come on." You walk over to Wilson's couch where Kutner is sitting, letting Rebecca sit between the two of you incase Cameron wants to sit beside you.

Kutner clears his throat and glances over at her, his eyes widening slightly. "You came," he states.

"My God, do you all think I'm a liar?" Rebecca asks, slapping her hands down on her lap. She scowls at him and props her feet up on the coffee table.

"No," Kutner answers quickly. "Definitely not." He slowly turns to face the TV again, gripping his soda can a bit tighter.

Not bothering to hide a smirk, you settle back against the couch and turn part of your attention toward the TV.

"So did you kiss Allison yet?" Rebecca asks, turning away from Kutner. She places her elbow on your shoulder and leans her head against her hand, studying you.

"None of your business," you answer simply, refusing to look at her. "Is this the channel with Times Square?"

"That's a yes," she replies, snickering. "I'm guessing more than once too." She wiggles her eyebrows at you.

"You kissed Cameron?" Kutner asks, leaning forward so he can look around her and see your face.

"That's twenty bucks," House says, turning to Taub and holding out his hand.

"Thanks," you tell Rebecca sarcastically, glaring at her out of the corner of your eye.

"At least now you can kiss her at midnight," Rebecca replies simply, turning away from you again.

"Speaking of kissing at midnight," Kutner starts slowly.

"Get a vagina and then we'll talk," Rebecca cuts him off. She leans her head back against the couch cushion and looks over at Cuddy. "I'd hit that tonight."

Eyes as wide as silver dollars, Kutner turns to face straight ahead, glancing to the side at Rebecca.

"You don't want her," you reply calmly, trying hard not to react to Kutner. "You don't want the drama that comes with her and House."

"With an ass like that, I don't give a fuck about drama," Rebecca replies.

Kutner chokes on his soda and you nearly burst into laughter as he starts coughing. Tears sting your eyes as you try to contain yourself, bringing your hand to your mouth to hide your grin.

"Are you alright?" Cuddy asks, spinning around to look at him.

"He's fine," you speak for him, half mumbling through your fingers. "He's just aspirating." Your chest heaves with a silent laugh as he coughs harder. After the elevator, he deserves that.

"I feel like I've missed something," Rebecca says after Cuddy turns around again.

"Whatever it is, you probably don't want in on it," Cameron says, pulling a piece of bread off a hotdog bun and placing it in her mouth as she walks over to the couch. She sits down beside you and drapes her legs over yours.

It's hard to wrap your arm around her with the cast on it, but you somehow manage to do it. Chase's words cross your mind again but you quickly push them away before you can think about them too much and turn your attention back to the TV.

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"The countdown is starting!" Kutner announces from his spot on the couch, glancing away from the TV as everyone gathers around the couch.

It feels like the perfect way to start a new year and you quickly try to squash the warm feelings welling up in you. Kutner, Rebecca, Cameron, and you are sitting on the couch. Wilson takes a seat on the arm closest to Cameron and Taub sits on the arm closest to Kutner. Foreman stands slightly behind Taub while Cuddy and House stand directly behind the couch. Apparently feeling left out, Batman bounds over and leaps up onto Cameron's lap.

5

Are you supposed to kiss her at midnight? You tap your fingers on her shoulder, focusing on the numbers flashing on the screen.

4

You're not really sure how she'd feel about that with everyone watching and knowing. She glances at you and raises her eyebrows then places her hand on yours to stop you from tapping.

3

No doubt, you'll be the only two kissing. It's not like House is going to kiss Cuddy. Tearing your eyes away from the TV, you glance down at your lap then look over at her.

2

She tilts her head to the side in confusion and smiles at you. Maybe you should just stop thinking and kiss her.

1

"Ah, fuck it," Rebecca says. "I'm not kissing no one on New Years." She turns and shoves Kutner back against Taub, knocking Taub right off the arm of the couch.

With everyone's attention focused on them, you quickly turn to the side and peck Cameron on the lips. She slides her arms around your neck when you pull away and kisses you again.

"That's another twenty bucks," House says.