Disclaimer: I don't own House, but if Santa wants to give it to me for Christmas, I wouldn't complain. Actually, he doesn't need to do that, just getting rid of Foreteen would be enough for me. I also don't own Holly Jolly Christmas.

A/N: This chapter pretty much just wrote itself, so I hope it came out ok. I was really unsure about how to write this confrontation scene, so I hope it's believable. This story's gotten a lot more angsty than it was supposed to be. Thanks to all that have given feedback. It really helps my writing, and inspires me to start the others chapters. So please R&R

"We need to talk…"

Thirteen stared blankly at Cameron.

"What exactly is it that we need to talk about?" the brunette asked, already feeling slightly defensive. She held the other woman's eyes, challenging her.

Cameron broke the stare, turning her head up to the cloudy December sky in though. She sighed.

"About what you do at night." The phrase was barely above a whisper, but once it was said, it shattered any remaining hopes that the friendship developing between the two doctors would ever be the same.

A million thoughts flickered through Thirteen's eyes until she picked one to start with.

"What are you talking about?"

"You know what I'm talking about, Remy."

The use of her name, the first time Cameron had ever spoken it, lit the fire inside Thirteen.

"What I do is none of your business, Cameron." She sneered.

"Well it should be! You can't go on like this!"

"Like what exactly?"

"Going out to bars, getting drunk, doing drugs, taking random women home with you-"

"Stop. Stop right there. How exactly do you know so much about my life outside of work? I don't talk to anyone in the hospital about it!"

"People talk."

"They don't talk that much…wait, have you been following me?" More fire. For the first time in Thirteen's presence, Cameron started to get scared. She didn't say anything, only looked guiltily at her black heels

"I can't believe this!" The young doctor's eyes were wide, and she was practically shouting.

"It was an accident…" Cameron mumbled

"An accident? An accident is bumping into someone on the elevator. An accident is calling the wrong number. An accident is not fucking following a colleague you barely know out at night just to satisfy your own curiosity!"

"First of all," Cameron started, finally finding her bearings, "I saw you when I was out for a walk. Second of all, you're not just a colleague!"

"Oh, then what am I?" The statement was bathed in sarcasm.

"Well I thought you were my friend. But I guess I was wrong!" Cameron was practically shouting now too. She felt that familiar tingling at her eyes that suggested tears were going to follow soon.

"I don't have any friends." The finality of the phrase, along with lifeless icy eyes, brought the women back to reality.

They stood there, in the parking lot of Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital, letting the wind and cold battle its way into every cell of their bodies. It was the only sound, broken only by the faint strains of A Holly Jolly Christmas playing in the lobby of the hospital. They stood there for what felt like hours. Then, Cameron spun on her heels and walked away, wiping a stream of tears from her eyes.