A/N: Sorry it took a bit to get this up. Yes, I know it's short and I apologize. Thanks for the reviews! I live on them.

A/N2: An interseting point I want to make. Originally, Jeremy was suposed to be a good character, but I thought it would be much more fun to make him a pain in the ass. Just wanted to clarify that. Is it relevant to the story now? No, but I somehow find it relevant.

Change

"You thought I wouldn't go there," Jeremy smirked at Thirteen.

"Don't look so smug," she retorted. "I knew I had this coming, and frankly, I don't care!"

Cuddy sighed as Cameron finished stitching up Thirteen's injury and placed a hand to her forehead. "I need to speak with you in my office Dr. Hadley," she said, watching the other woman get up to follow her. Jeremy began to trail in their wake. "Alone, Mr. Brennan," the Dean snapped, leaving him behind.

Thirteen couldn't help letting her mind drift on the short walk to Cuddy's office. She seemed to have sealed her fate, at least at this hospital. She had done some outrageous things, used IV fluids to giver her a buzz and erase hangovers, volunteered herself as a guinea pig to test drugs for a psychopathic gunman, and there was that time with Eric in the sleep lab; House still wouldn't let them forget. Now she had physically harmed someone on hospital property. She had already been fired and rehired twice; she couldn't shake the feeling that this would be the third, but without the rehiring part. I am so dead.

"Dr. Hadley," Cuddy motioned, "sit down please." Thirteen took her spot in the chair directly in front of Cuddy's desk and waited to be reprimanded. Here it comes. "I've excused your actions in the past," the Dean began, "but I don't think I can this time, no matter how much I'd like to, considering the circumstances."

"My actions were justifiable," Thirteen replied.

"You assaulted a hospital patron."

"No, I assaulted a stalker who pinched one to many nerve endings."

"I'm sorry?" Cuddy appeared puzzled.

"You seriously don't know who Jeremy Brennan is, do you?" the younger doctor replied.

"Apparently not."

"He came to harass me, but ended up harassing our patient, who by the way, has LAM."

"I'm sorry. This is the man who rapped you?"

"Yes, and I'm honestly not sure how I feel about it. Jeremy just drove me over the edge." Thirteen studied Cuddy's face looking for any sign of emotion, but all she found was the reserved professionalism that rarely left the woman's countenance.

"Why aren't you sure about how you feel?" Cuddy pried, playing therapist.

"Because now we have something in common. We have ten years in common. I can't forgive him, but can no longer hate him. I think there's something wrong with that." Thirteen gripped the arms of the chair harder, anticipating a scolding, shocked at what came next.

Cuddy clasped her hands together, resting them on the desk. "I don't think there's anything wrong with that. People facing similar situations often become closer because of them. I also don't think you should feel guilty about being unable to forgive him."

Thirteen gave her a confused glance. "How did you…?

"Remorse is written all over your face, Dr. Hadley."

"Fair enough, but…" Thirteen was interrupted by the sound of House barging into the office as hard and fast as his leg would allow.

"Cuddy," he said, "We still on for tonight?" Cuddy shot him a warning glare as he noticed Thirteen. "Sorry. I'll see you later," he mumbled, knowing their cover was blown, as he made a silent retreat.

Thirteen couldn't help stifling a laugh. "What?" Cuddy asked.

"Eric was right," came the simple reply. "You two are dating." Thirteen stood up to leave when Cuddy's voice halted her.

"Dr. Hadley?"

"Yeah?" she turned.

"You know you can't get away with this without punishment."

"I know."

"But I think it can wait until after your patient is discharged."

"Thank you. And out of curiosity, what am I looking at." She smiled.

"One week's suspension, unpaid. And you won't tell anyone about House and I, will you?"

"My lips are sealed," Thirteen assured her as she exited the office.

"That woman will always get herself into some form of trouble," Cuddy mused as the door closed behind the younger doctor. "If it weren't for her good looks and charm…" she joked, her voice trailing off. The door to her office opened again abruptly.

"I heard that Dr. Cuddy," she chided with a smile before taking off again. Cuddy just smiled to herself before returning to her paperwork.

Thirteen found herself standing in the surgical gallery, watching from above as a team of surgeons, including Chase, removed the cysts from Brock's lungs. Foreman stood beside her, grasping her hand. "I heard about your little fiasco with Jeremy," he said. "I believe that security has formally kicked him out by now."

Thirteen simply smiled and looked up at him. "You were right," she replied.

"About what?"

"About how I shouldn't feel guilty about Brock. I never did anything to harm him and recently I've even done some things to help him. I don't hate him anymore, and it's not out of pity, but of mutual circumstances. I can't forgive him, because he's not sorry, but that could change. It seems like it's changing. It seems like I'm changing. And, as it appears I've finally learned after switching my life around, change can be good."

"Yeah," Foreman said, turning her to stroke her cheek, "I guess it can." Then he leaned in and kissed her, lightly at first, but soon deepening the experience until it rested on the most emotionally intimate level. Thirteen wrapped an arm around his waist and the other around his neck to pull him closer, trying to express everything in this single action that words could not, hoping that the force with which their lips collided, the passion in which she held him, was enough to convey even her deepest feelings. They parted only when the need for oxygen became too great, Thirteen finding her lips to be sore. "I think change might come to us soon," Foreman said resting his forehead on hers.

"What do you mean?" she asked, not entirely sure what he was getting at.

"Thirteen, Remy," he whispered with the utmost tenderness. "Don't worry. It's the good kind of change."

Thirteen smiled at him, love and devotion present in her eyes. "I hope so," she replied, again bringing him into and embrace, both ignorant of the surgical staff watching them from below.

A/N: So, I knind of left the ending to this open. I'm thinking of ending it there, but if you all want me to continue, I will. Vote on it by leaving comments Come on, you know you want to.