Allison woke up just before her alarm went off. She shut the alarm off, relieved that she wouldn't wake up Remy with that annoying bell like monster. Allison sat up and slid to the edge of the bed, but a warm hand made its way over on top of hers. Slightly surprised, her blonde locks floated in the air as she turned her head.

The brunette smiled, eyes barely open. "Morning sunshine," she mumbled. "Long night, huh?"

Cameron chuckled back, "A little bit." She crawled back onto the bed into Remy's arms. She made herself comfy, wanting to stay a bit longer. "Did I wake you up? I'm sorry honey."

"No, I woke up before you," Remy replied, fully awake now. "I guess I don't need much sleep sometimes. But apparently, I taste like a strawberry."

Allison looked at Remy a bit strangely, "Who the hell told you that?"

She didn't say anything, but chose that her eyes would prove satisfactory in answering. She looked down at Allison, who had decided that the best place to rest her head was in a certain brunette's chest. With Allison looking up, innocent eyes looking for an answer, their eyes locked as if a full on conversation was taking place. "Wait," Allison spoke up, breaking the brief silence. "M-Me?"

Remy bit her lips, trying her best not to laugh. She nodded and kissed the top of Allison's head, "Did I mention that you're absolutely adorable when you're tired? You turn into a four year old."

"You sure I wasn't drunk? Even the slightest bit?"

"Unless someone spiked your drink at work, I don't think so."

"Can we justify it with Chase spiking my water? Please?"

Remy burst out laughing, "He probably would spike your water. It's okay baby. I'm not complaining cause if you act like that every time you have a long day at work, I'm gonna be tempted to keep you up more."

"Please don't," Allison jokingly pouted. "But I guess when I think about it, you do smell and taste fan-fuckin'-tastic."

"Oh, that was another thing!" Remy interrupted. "When you're really tired, you get upset when people use 'bad words'."

"Oh my God, really? I sound obnoxious."

"No. It was cute. What would happen if we sent you to work like that?"

"No! Dear God no. Please baby, don't ever send me to work like that!" Allison pleaded, flashing the puppy eyes and everything. "Besides, there are two disadvantages to that. The first being me not being able to work correctly because I'm too tired. And the second is someone might want me and then you'll have to fight the competition." She gave a quick kiss on her girlfriend's chest and nuzzled back in.

"Well then…I wouldn't want you to be too tired at work," she winked back. "C'mon, let's get up."

Allison followed along, but had a perplexed look on her face, "I thought you weren't gonna go to work today."

"Probably not for House," Remy shrugged. "But I've got a couple clinic hours that I haven't been able to do yet. House keeps me busy and I don't like going in there if Chase is giving me a cold stare or Foreman is in my face, trying to get back together. What about you? You gonna ask to leave early?"

"Yes, I'm gonna ask," Cameron replied her 'Obviously' tone of voice.

The brunette flashed back a big grin, "Awesome! Now let's get dressed."

"Really now? I was gonna go to work naked."

"Sarcasm? So early in the morning?"

"I learn from the best," Allison winked as she grabbed a t-shirt. Remy chuckled as she swiped it out of her lover's hands.

"Hey! Give that back!" Cameron shouted.

"Go grab a long sleeve. We wouldn't want a repeat of what happened."

The blonde cutely pouted as she went to grab a long sleeve. "You happy?" she asked, getting dressed.

"Quite."

The two finished their morning routine and headed off to work. They laughed the whole trip, joking or ranting over the things that piss them off. Laughter is the best medicine after all. They separated in the lobby, Allison heading for Cuddy's office and Remy heading for House's office.

House was banging cane on the ground when Remy walked in.

"Annoying anyone in particular?" the brunette asked, crossing her arms.

"Wilson is in a meeting downstairs," he smirked. "Wanna see how long he can withstand the noise."

Remy laughed and rolled her eyes, "Uh…anyways. Heard about your little game yesterday. It would've been easier if you just told us it was a game."

"But look at all the fun we had! You and Chase would've never had that moment to share your true feelings about each other. I could feel the love spreading around."

"The only love you feel is love for Cuddy's boobs. I heard I get the day off for winning."

"Sure," House shrugged. He stopped her as she turned around to leave, "Thirteen, I've been thinking lately. You're living with Cameron. You two doing alright? I mean, I understand you falling for her, but Little Miss Straight might not be so willing to return the feeling. I'm just saying that wanting to tap that is perfectly normal."

Allison walked in right as House finished his point, "Did I miss anything?"

"No, not really," the worn out man replied.

Remy looked at Allison then back at her boss. "Actually," she began, smirking back. "I am tapping that and it's totally hot." She grabbed the blonde's face and kissed her passionately. She let go and began walking out, "I'm off to the clinic. See ya."

House stared at Cameron, his eyes almost completely bugged out of his head. "Well," he started, trying to calm down. "I guess Little Miss Straight isn't as straight as we thought."

The blonde's cheeks began turning pink, "I um…uh…I-I guess?" She rushed to the door, still a bit shocked over what just happened. "I'm gonna go look over the case files," she mumbled. "And I'm gonna leave in a couple hours. Cuddy gave me permission so don't try to stop me."

"I usually would stop you. I don't think I want to now. The only thing I regret now is not bringing a camera with me. Damn, that was beautiful."

Thirteen picked up her patient file from one of the nurses. The clinic was a breeze compared to her usual routine with House. She walked into a room with a teenage girl and her mother.

"Hi, I'm Dr. Hadley. What seems to be the pro-"

"My daughter is sick!" the mother interrupted. "How can you not see?"

"Mom, calm down," the teenager cried out. "Can you just wait outside or something?"

The mother looked offended, "Don't talk to your mother like that. I'm sure there are questions that I will need to answer."

"Actually um…Mrs. Frazier," Remy began, looking at the paper to find a name. "Emily is old enough to answer the questions. They're simple anyways so there's no need to worry."

Although reluctant, the woman followed her daughter's wishes and left.

Remy cleared her throat a bit. "That's quite a mom you got there. Alright Emily, what seems to be the problem?"

Emily looked around the room before she answered, "There is no problem."

"I'm sorry, what?" She was pretty sure she heard the girl right, but asked for clarification. The more she looked at Emily, the more she started seeing herself. They weren't clones, but the girl looked pretty close to what she did as a teen.

"There is no problem. Look, Dr. Hadley-"

"Call me Remy."

"Sure," Emily nodded. "There is no problem. My mom made me stay up all night to do a project that was assigned that day. It's not due until like a month from now, but she decided that she would flip her shit and make me do it. So me being tired, I walked downstairs and pretended to feel dizzy and pass out. I figured I'd get to go back to bed, but she dragged me here instead."

"As a doctor and adult, my obligation is to lecture you and tell you that you should never fake an illness and that skipping school is worse, but as a decent person, I'll pretend that you are really sick and just gave an incredibly long story on how sick you are."

Emily began laughing, "You know, you're pretty cool Remy."

"Thanks," she smiled. "You don't seem that bad yourself. I know a lot of kids your age that are already smoking, doing drugs, practically throwing their lives away before they even have a chance to start one."

"I think you can blame my mom for that," the teenage Remy replied, rolling her eyes. "I mean, I wouldn't do those things anyways, but she won't let me have a life. She's so strict, all of the time and I never get to have a chance to just relax. This is the most fun I've had in a while, which is kind of sad. You wouldn't mind, you know, staying here with me for a little while? My mom is always in my face unless I'm at school or sleeping."

"Sure. It's a win for both of us. Honestly, I really don't mind. I have to be in here for a couple of hours and every minute I'm here, I'm lessening the amount of time I have to work with others. And usually, it's just whiny people with a cold that think that the world is ending and they're got the plague."

Emily burst out laughing. Remy was really starting to see a certain resemblance. She was sure they could pass for sisters, cousins at the least. Not to mention that the girl has the same sort of personality that she did growing up. "Sounds like my mom when allergy season starts. It's like a World War II raid in our house when the first sneeze strikes."

"I can really tell how much you must love your mother," Thirteen sarcastically replied. The sarcasm was a habit she really needed to fix, but asking her not to be sarcastic was like telling her not to breathe.

"Oh hahaha. Look who's the comedian now. What about you? You must've had cool parents to wind up a doctor."

She took a second to consider the different ways she could answer the question, saying that her parents were awesome and how she had the perfect life, but as easy as it was to lie, she didn't want to lead the girl to believe in a lie. "Actually," Remy sighed. "I had an overbearing mother like you. Maybe not as protective as yours, but she yelled all of the time."

Emily was on the edge of her seat, "Wait. You used the past tense. Did something happen to your mom?"

That response definitely threw Remy off guard. She didn't even notice that she used the past tense. The girl was clever, might as well come clean. "You're quite observant," Remy answered with crossed arms and a raised eyebrow. "And yeah. My mother died when I was a little older than you are."

"Oh my God! That's terrible. What happened?" Emily yelled out. She calmed herself down and scooched back in her seat. "I mean, if you're okay with telling me."

"My mom had this disease call Huntington's chorea. It's pretty bad and-"

"I know what that is! Oh my God, that's not pretty bad, that's just bad in general." Emily began freaking out again, "You have it don't you? That's why you became a doctor. You wanted to help people before you lose control of your body."

"Wow…uh…you've got a pretty broad range of knowledge. Most people have never even heard of that disease."

"I like medical stuff. I read about it when my mom isn't home. She gets pissed about me reading about diseases. Says I'll grow up to be all twisted, thinking everyone is gonna die. You didn't answer my question though. Do you have it?"

Oh my God, why am I even disclosing this? She's not even close to dying, but I'm sharing my life's story. "Yeah, I have it. I've still got some time though so I can enjoy life."

"Do you have anyone to share your life with?" she asked. She has never seen a patient this excited ever, but then again, she wasn't actually sick.

"Uh yeah. I do."

"Really? What's he like? I've always wanted a boyfriend and there's a boy I really like, but my mom won't let me be within 20 feet of a guy without her watching."

Thirteen looked at the time. It'd been nearly an hour and although, she was all for wasting time, Emily's mother was probably outside, thinking her daughter was terminally ill. "He is a she actually," Remy said, grabbing Emily's file. "I've got a girlfriend. And I plan to take her out tonight once I get out of here."

"Whoa, you're gay?"

"I prefer bisexual, visiting both teams, that kind of thing. We should probably get your mom. I've got sick people waiting outside, looking for a doctor." Remy got up and called over Mrs. Frazier. The woman looked like she was the one who needed medical attention. Her face was completely pale and she looked as if she was about to have a heart attack. She rushed into the room and stuck herself by her daughter's side, "What's wrong with my baby? Is she alright? You took forever!"

"Mom!" Emily yelled. "She was working. Don't be so protective."

"Honey, the grown ups are talking."

"I'm not five mom. Jesus!"

"It's alright, Mrs. Frazier," Remy interrupted. "It's my fault that we took so long. I'm sorry about that; I just wanted to be thorough before I came to a decision. You're daughter is suffering from a combination of sleep deprivation and stress. They don't sound that serious, but they can really wear down your health. I don't think Emily will need any drugs, but I suggest that she should just take the next couple days of school off to rest. The stress will be a lot of work to fix, but maybe being less protective will help her relax. I'm not saying that you should let her go out until 3 in the morning, but you should trust her and her decisions. You've raised her well and she's a smart kid. She just needs a bit of R&R."

"Are you questioning my decisions as a mother?" the woman asked, extremely offended.

"No, I'm just saying your daughter needs to relax a bit," she replied, writing. She handed the woman the piece of paper and backed off. "Just give this to your daughter's school. It'll give her the next two days off and then she has the weekend. It's enough time for anyone to rest."

"Okay mom. Can we go now? Please?"

"Alright honey. Let's go." Emily practically shoved her mother to the door, mouthing the words 'Thank you' as she passed the doctor. Mrs. Frazier stopped, Emily bumping right into her back. "I've never seen any doctor that Emily hasn't screamed at. Is there any way we can see you the next time she gets sick?"

Remy nodded, "Yeah. Next time she's sick, just ask for me at the desk. If I'm in that day, I'll come down."

Mrs. Frazier managed to smile as she left. Remy left the room a few moments later to see her other patients. She would rather have stayed there than deal with stuffy noses. These people think that they can just go Google an answer, walk into a clinic, see a doctor thinking that they have a medical degree, and just get drugs that will most likely make them sicker. Finally finishing her clinic hours was like a dream come true. She said bye to some of the nurses and made her way up to the diagnostics department. Walking right into House calling Foreman an idiot, the brunette began cracking up. All eyes turned to her and House smirked, "Hey Thirty-One."

"It's Thirteen."

"Well I was figured you wouldn't mind, seeing as how you go both ways. Now we just need to think of a nickname for our little Cameron. Her name is too hard to say backwards."

It took everyone a minute to get it, but Foreman was the first to speak up, "You're not saying…"

"Well, if you gonna make me say something, can you specify it first? Sorry that we aren't mind readers here," House responded, as if Foreman should've known better.

Taub looked as if he was about to pass out, "Y-You two are-"

"You two are dating?" Chase shouted, standing up. He stomped over to Thirteen, grabbing her by the collar, almost lifting her to the point where she was off of the ground completely. "I knew it. You convinced her to dump me, took her away from me, just so you could turn her gay."

"Chase, stop it!" Allison cried out.

Thirteen kept her cool, looking straight into his blue eyes, "I didn't do anything to her that wasn't what she wanted. She wanted to leave you, she wanted to live with me, and she wanted to date me. Are you starting to see the pattern here?"

The Aussie lifted his fist to punch Remy, but Allison ran to him and grabbed his fist before he could follow through. "Robert, stop it! I'm sorry you feel this way, but it's not her fault. I tried to tell you that I was bisexual, but you never listened. That's why I left. You never listened to me. She was there for me when I needed her and that's why I'm with her. I would never forgive you if you hurt her," the blonde pleaded, tears running down her face. "I…I love her."

Chase broke free of Allison's grip and lifted Remy off the ground. He was fully prepared to beat the brunette, but dropped her. Remy wasn't expecting to be dropped and therefore landed right on her ass. Allison rushed to her side while Chase just stood there. "I'm sorry that I never listened," he mumbled, every word he spoke shaking. "And I'm sorry that I blamed you for my mistakes, Thirteen."

Allison helped Remy up and headed for the door, "I hope your happy House. I really hope that you're damn proud of yourself."

The brunette looked through the glass as the two girls passed by, trying to make out what everyone was saying. Chase's face was red and he looked like he wanted to leave. Taub was still in shock over Allison hooking up with a girl. Foreman looked a bit pissed, like he should've seen that coming. House was cracking up because House would be the one to laugh after someone is almost beaten.

"Allison, I'm sorry," she whispered.

"I don't want to talk about it," the blonde responded. She had stopped crying, but she sounded like she was ready to break down at any moment.

"Allison, I'll make this up to you. I promise."

"I know, I know. I just don't want to talk about it Remy."

The ride home was silent. Allison drove while Remy fiddled around on her iPhone. Allison opening the door to the apartment, however, was anything but silent. There were candles everywhere and bouquets filled with more flowers than one could count. Music was playing softly on a stereo, just loud enough for one to hear it. Cameron covered her face with her hands as she turned to Remy.

"What?" the brunette asked. "I said I'd make it up to you."

Allison was practically speechless. She could only manage to speak a few words at a time. "Wha…How?"

Remy smiled and held her phone up, "There were a few people that owed me favors."

"Wh….Huh? Why?"

"Because I said I'd make it up to you. And it has come to my attention that a certain couple has never had a first date, unless you count waiting on a roof in freezing weather a first date."

A single tear fell down Allison's cheek as she jumped on Remy and kissed her. "I love you so much!"

"'I love you' before the first date? I think I just set a record," she joked. "Speaking of date, shall we continue?"

The blonde nodded, excited, and once again speechless.

A/N: Hey guys. Thanks for putting up with my laziness. Well, I haven't been lazy in general; just I haven't had much time for writing. There are a lot of weird moments in this chapter and it's a lot longer than usual, but hopefully you guys still enjoy it. I wanted to have some clinic scene and I figured that a mini Remy would be a good way to pass time for her. Um…I'm trying to think of what else should be said. I want to have their "first" date in the next chapter. I'm also thinking of what to do for another story. I was considering maybe taking an old episode and twisting it around for a story. The thought is still just a thought so I'm just brainstorming. So thanks for reading my rambling and I hope to have a chapter up soon.