Chapter Four: Less Than Advice

Cuddy knocked gently on a light brown wooden door. She stared at the writing on the door. 'James Wilson – Oncology'. Cuddy knocked again, a bit harder this time. She heard some shuffling inside before the door opened.

"Oh, sorry Cuddy, I didn't know it was you."

"Who are you avoiding?"

"I'll give you three guesses." Wilson said blankly. He raised his eyebrows slightly, in question. "You know, you don't really need to wait for permission to enter, it's sort of your hospital." Wilson smiled at her.

"Sort of?" Cuddy was sarcastically surprised. "So, what has House done?"

"Nothing to worry you." Wilson looked at the ground.

"James you are a terrible liar, what you mean is, he asked you not to tell me. So now I have to go look through the charts of all his recent patients to find out what he's done. Right?"

"Uh..."

"But, knowing House, his plan would be more elaborate than that. He wants me to look through the files. He wants me to keep busy. So he's planning something."

Wilson's eyes grew, he was extremely impressed, but not surprised. He of all people knew there was a brain behind this extremely beautiful Dean. He just stared into her eyes. Cuddy raised an eyebrow, snapping him out of his amazed trans.

"So, Cuddy, what's going on?"

"Sorry?" Cuddy had a momentary lapse of focus as she basked in the self pride of out smarting House.

"Why are you here?"

"Right. I want your advice, but you cannot tell anyone. Okay?" Cuddy seemed very serious, raising Wilson's curiosity.

"Aren't we a little old for secretive gossip?"

Cuddy smiled and put on a false Valley-Girl persona, "That, like, totally doesn't even deserve an answer!" She laughed softly at her own stupidity. Wilson just smiled and shook his head a little. He loved Cuddy's bubbly personality, he was in awe of how she could cope with anything.

"Okay, fine, but this is personal, so I'd like to believe you won't mention it to anyone." Wilson nodded, and went to sit on the couch.

"Thirteen likes Cameron." Cuddy watched his face, waiting for the reaction.

"Okay. So why do you need advice?"

"Well, you know that Remy is my friend, and Cameron, well, she's sort of a friend. So I want them both to be happy. And I'm pretty sure that Cameron likes Remy too." She took a big breath.

"Cuddy. I'm with you so far, but what part do you play in this?" Wilson was trying to be nice to Lisa, but he was at a loss as to why she was there.

"Okay, so I have a plan. I want them to spend more time with each other. And I couldn't think of anything until I remembered that Cameron is, well, Cameron. So, would it be completely lame if I got Cameron to do House's paperwork for a week or two, so she'd spend more time in diagnostics?"

"Well, I-"

"Or, I could get Thirteen to work in the ER, but both of them know that I know, and now I'm confused." Cuddy sighed. "Which should I do?"

"Okay. Well, if you did both there would be no point, because they would just be swapping places."

"Duh! I'm only going to do one. Put Cameron in Diagnostics, or Remy in the ER."

Wilson started making some funny noises with his mouth, Cuddy hoped it was because he was thinking. Otherwise he was having a stroke.

"Okay, I'm going to put Thirteen in the ER. Cameron has been doing House's files for a while now. I'll give her a break."

Wilson was about to say something, but Cuddy raised her eyebrows in a challenging way. As if he was about to point out a flaw in her plan.

Wilson nodded, remaining silent.

"Thanks, Wilson." She smiled at him and gave him a peck on the cheek.

"I, well, alright then. Bye." Wilson was slightly confused, she lost him about half way through that elaborate though process.

Cuddy shut the door quietly behind her. She headed to her office and logged into her computer. Her password had changed weekly since the whole 'Partypants' scenario, in which House found out her computer password and used it to his advantage.

Once logged in she began to type a memo. Typing in who was to receive it, she had to backspace, as she accidentally wrote Remy, instead or Dr. Hadley. She re-read the memo before printing it.

'Dr. Hadley, you are required to assist in the ER for the upcoming week.'

There. Simple, straight forward, perfect. She stepped outside her office and handed the slip of paper to her assistant.

"Make sure this reaches Dr. Hadley as soon as possible." The assistant nodded and scuttled off to find Thirteen.

She was sitting at the glass table in the diagnostics office. She was holding a magazine and flipping through, but it was obvious she was not looking at it. Cameron was sitting in the parallel office, shuffling papers around. Thirteen's eyes traveled down Cameron's blonde ponytail, to the back or her neck. She followed the line down, Cameron's tight sweater made it easy to see the outline of her figure. Her eyes rested just below the small of Cameron's back.

"Dr. Hadley?" Thriteen's eyes snapped to the door of the office. Cuddy's assistant looked hesitant, and her eyes were full of uncertainty.

"Yes?" Thirteen sounded a bit more annoyed than she meant to. "I'm sorry, you just startled me, that's all." The assistant sighed and relaxed slightly.

"Sorry, Dr. Cuddy asked me to give this to you." Thirteen grabbed the piece of paper. The message was very simple and direct.

"Thank-you." A cheeky grin crept across Remy's face. Her eyes sparkled slightly. The assistant turned and headed back to the door.

"Uh, hold on." The young lady stopped and turned. "Can you please tell Dr. Cuddy that I received this, and I know what's he's up to." Thirteen continued to grin. The assistant furrowed her brow, that was an odd message, but she didn't want to question the Doctor.

"Sure." The assistant left, still slightly confused.

Thirteen waited until she was alone again, before letting her eyes travel back to Cameron. Oh Cuddy. You sly woman. I know what you're up to. And I am grateful for it, but if you thought I were stupid enough to not figure out your plan, you should know me better.

Thirteen's thoughts were interrupted by her pager. She put down her magazine, suddenly noticing it was in fact upside down. How embarrassing...

Cameron heard the pager go off, and watched Thirteen leave. She watched intently. She watched the small sway of Thirteen's hips, the bounce of her hair as she walked... Stop it, Allison. Just because she had spent the last half an hour staring at you, doesn't mean anything... Wait, in what world does that make any sense?

Cameron had also heard the message Thirteen had sent to Cuddy. She decided to head down and ask the Dean herself what was going on.

It was only once she saw Remy donned in gloves and helping in the ER, that she realized what was happening. She watched Thirteen work for as long as she thought safe, before heading straight to Cuddy's office, with a giddy type of grin on her face.