AN: Alrighty. Here is the next installment. I hope you all are enjoying this…I'm having a lot of fun making Cameron a strong lesbian and Thirteen all awkward and a little creepy!

It was exactly one week again before the next letter came. Allison was exhausted. She hadn't slept in about three days—just catnaps here and there. One thing just piled after another…much like the eight-car pile up she dealt with the day before.

Her scrubs smelled, her eyes were barely staying open and all she wanted to do was go home, take a shower and sleep. She looked at the clock. It read 3:45. Just one more hour. She thought as she went to get some coffee from the cafeteria. Had she been just a little more aware—she was still competent to do whatever she needed to do, she just didn't have her Thirteen senses in check—she would have noticed a certain brunette slip passed her and dart towards the ER.

She got her caffeine and it took effect almost immediately. She walked back to her office to finish the exhausting day off with some paper work. When she walked into her office, she saw he next letter. She cocked her head and smirked, leaning against her door as it closed. "Oh Thirteen…" She said with a grin.

Dr. Allison Cameron,

Is it bad that I feel like a crush-struck teenager when I write your name? I have no clues for you this week. I just want to tell you how absolutely beautiful you are. I know, I know… You're thinking you're not because of all the shit you've had to deal with this week. You think you're not because you're hair isn't perfectly quaffed and you have sleep bags under your eyes, and you don't smell the greatest right now…

I should get to the point before I piss you off even more. The point is that despite the fact that I KNOW you don't feel pretty, you are oh-so-pretty. Like every time I see you, you are more beautiful… Your smile is always bright, and your eyes…your ever changing eyes. Sometimes they're hazel, sometimes they're blue, and sometimes they're grey. Each and every color makes my heart beat faster. Each time you glance at me I feel like my heart will beat out of my chest. I'm surprised you don't know who I am—I mean, I've gone to great measures to make sure you don't…and I know you've tried to find out, I've been speaking with my friends in Security—but I am genuinely surprised you haven't figured it out yet just by our subtle encounters… I'm sure I seem a little awkward…

Well, I'm rambling, which is something I tend to do when I am alone with my thoughts…I guess I did give you a clue..a not very helpful clue, but it's something.

Goodbye my Briar Rose,

Your Secret Admirer

Allison grinned to herself as she finished the letter, She is just…so awkwardly cute now...not creepy. She looked around for a moment, and she thinks I'm pretty when I don't…that's a plus. Allison stayed with her thoughts and when she finally looked at a clock, she saw that it was quitting time. She grabbed her letter and her coat and purse. She pulled the keys from it as she walked out of her office. She locked up and headed for her car.

She felt a stare on her…she knew who it had to be. Just act as normal as possible. She turned around and found Thirteen glancing at her as she opened the front door of the hospital. Cameron decided to wait on her…it's something she would normally do anyways.

"Hi Thirteen." The blonde said as she pulled her coat a little tighter.

"Cameron." She nodded a closed mouth smile.

She should act on the side…she's phenomenal. Cameron thought as she took in Thirteen's allusive demeanor. "How are you?" she asked as they began walking to the parking lot.

"I'm alright." Thirteen looked at her, "Probably better than you…I heard what all the ER had to deal with. I would have come and helped, but House threatened our jobs…and we had a patient."

"Is your patient alive?" Cameron asked playfully. Thirteen shot her a look, "What? I know what it's like to work for him. You get a patient. Everyone puts in their ideas. He tells you narrow it to one. You do, you're wrong. You go back again. Someone is sure it's their idea. You give that treatment, you are wrong once more, then House usually, very rarely someone else gets the epiphany and BAM! You've solved the case…generally. So my question is, is the patient alive enough to endure treatment?"

Thirteen rolled her eyes, "Yes. I actually had the epiphany, thank you." Thirteen spoke arrogantly.

"Oh, well. Congratulations!" Allison said sarcastically.

Thirteen smirked, "Do you miss it?" She asked. "Working for House?"

"Sometimes. But I'm happy where I am. I do wish I could wear something besides scrubs to work though…" She grinned, "These aren't very flattering."

Oh you'd be surprised, Dr. Cameron. Thirteen thought as she took the blonde in, "Man, I would think you have it made…you get to be comfortable all the time! You don't have to worry the night before if something is ever appropriate or not." Thirteen gave her an upside.

Allison smirked and stopped walking, causing Thirteen to stop as well, "This is my car." She provided before continuing. "Yeah, I guess I got that working on my side…I would hate to be inappropriate at work." There was slight sarcasm as she remembered some of the many inappropriate things she had done.

"You make me feel like you're not the angel everyone says you are…" All Thirteen could think of at this moment was Allison smashed between those two lesbians when she saw her at the bar for the first time.

Allison bit her lip. She could practically read Thirteen's thoughts, "You'd be surprised." She raised her brows and turned to her car door and inserted the key.

Thirteen raised her perfectly pointed brows as well, "Well Dr. Cameron…" she was at a loss for words.

"Hey, I didn't ask for my reputation..it's just the one I have." She shrugged, and looked at the brunette for a moment before she spoke again, "Just like I'm sure you didn't ask for your reputation of being a bar-hopping, mainly-girl-fucking, drug-taking bisexual that's a mini-House…"

Thirteen laughed once, "Ha! Well…the latex gloves come off and the claws come out…them is fightin' words Dr. Cameron…"

Cameron laughed, "No! No, I was just saying that we aren't always our reputations…" She decided to throw Thirteen a curve ball, "Like…I'm sure that my reputation is also that I'm straight." Cameron gave her a look, "I'm not. Despite my late husband and Chase, I consider myself a lesbian." She shrugged. Thirteen's jaw dropped. "Don't act so surprised that you aren't the only woman that loves women." Cameron grinned.

Thirteen shook her head, "So…" she coughed a couple times. I cannot believe she just said that to me like it was nothing! I cannot believe that she just…oh my God she knows. Act cool Thirteen! Don't let her know you know she knows…this is turning into the greatest 'Friends' episode ever. "So what's your type?" Thirteen asked.

"Oh, I don't know…" She shrugged, "I really love mysterious women…at least I want to figure them out then they just be my cuddle bugs and really just my other half…I don't know, it's hard to describe what you want from a relationship with a woman. I mean, it's been soooo long since my last relationship. Right now, I love to just go to a bar and pick my fly." She grinned.

"Pick your fly?" Thirteen asked.

"Yeah…don't worry about it. It's getting old fast. I think I will always be a relationship girl…at least a re-lay-me-ship girl…" She paused, "I've said too much. I'm sorry. This is what happens when I'm exhausted…I should go." She turned and got in her car, "Bye Thirteen."

"Bye Cameron." Thirteen walked on to her car. Jesus she gets more delicious with each encounter.

Cameron went home and pondered if Thirteen knew that she knew that it was Thirteen sending her the notes. She didn't spend too much time on the matter. Really just ten minutes as she took a shower and passed out in her bed.

Thirteen went home and pondered everything…EVERYTHING. She was just so confused.

She had to right it all down on a piece of paper. Cameron said that she's getting tired of picking up floozies in bars. She said that she's a relationship girl…or a fuck buddy girl…she had her own colorful word for that. Thirteen grinned, "re-lay-me-ship." She said quietly.

She knows that it's me sending her the letters. Why didn't she just say so? The brunette rolled her eyes, "Because it's Cameron and she wants everyone to have their fun. She's too nice to say, 'Hey, you idiot. Stop sending me notes.'…Maybe she likes them…" I could do that for her…I could do small things for her she likes.

Thirteen continued this almost conversation like train of thought for a while. "But what should I do?" She asked herself, I mean. I am not a relationship girl…but I think I could be with her. But I'd just fuck it up. That's what I always do…FUCK! Why is this so confusing? I mean…I've never pursued any relationship I've ever had. But I think I might be able to…What the fuck am I doing?

Thirteen had no idea what to do. She almost wanted Cameron to tell her what to do. But she couldn't do that…she would just play along with whatever Cameron was doing for now.

~0~0~

Cameron had the next day off, Thank the Lord that I don't necessarily believe in. She slept until noon or so the next day. She got 18 hours of sleep. She felt like the laziest person in the world, but her bed was soooo damn comfy. Then nature called…then her stomach did. So she was up and lazing around on her couch as she ate some homemade pizza. She loved it when she did this for herself…she had grub for the whole week or so…delightful!

As she channel surfed she stopped on Cartoon Network, Fairly Oddparents…alright. She thought. She watched the show every so often when she baby sat the kids next door…back when they needed sitting. It was actually pretty funny—there were adult jokes thrown in that children wouldn't get. She didn't really pay attention though. She thought about Thirteen.

What to do? What to do? She's just so awkward and adorable in her notes. And she's so cool around me in person…how can I get her to show me who she really is? She laughed at the next thought in her head, I could surprise her in my office…go all Mrs. Robinson on her ass…and everywhere else—God! I need to stop. She reconsidered her thought on the basic level, Oh my God that's it! She always goes to my office when I go get coffee. She settled into her couch a bit further…more like sunk into her couch a bit further, and began planning how she was going to go about it.

AN: Thanks for reviewing the last chapter! I'll be sure to put the next one up as fast as possible assuming that I get the same response for this one…like I've said many times…reviews motivate me!