Please review! Rated "M" kinda. Not a very long one, but thought it was a good place to end it. =]

Chapter Ten: After Last Night

Cameron woke in a sunlit room. Movement beside her caused her to jump, and it took her a second to remember where she was. Memories flashed in her head; Thirteen's nails scraping along her back as she arched and moaned. Her toes curling as Cameron grinned at the effect she had on the other woman.

Cameron rolled onto her other side to look at Thirteen. She brushed her hand against the younger woman's cheek. Thirteen's large eyes fluttered open.

"Hey you." Thirteen yawned.

"Hey yourself." Cameron smiled and continued to stroke Thirteen's hair. A look of slight dread crossed her face. "Do we need to... talk?"

"Not unless you want to. Not now, anyways." Thirteen rolled to look at Cameron.

"Thirteen-"

"I think after last night, you can call me Remy." She laughed silently.

"Remy. I like that." Cameron snuggled lower into the blanket. "How did you sleep?"

"I'm amazed we actually got any sleep. What's the time?" Thirteen raised her head slightly, looking for the clock on the wall. "Shit!"

Cameron sat up abruptly, she looked at the clock and jumped out of bed. "We are so late!"

They both stumbled around the room, Cameron got a shock when she realised neither of them were wearing anything, and scrambled to find their clothes. You'd think after last night I woulond't be shy of being naked in from of her. And yet... Cameron smiled at the thought, she was certain when she had woken up that it'd all been a dream.

Remy yelled from down the hall. She had pout the kettle on, and was scrambling around getting ready. "How'r we going to arrive together?" The question had made sense in her head.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I'm assuming you don't want really want to be seen driving in with me. And how about you just grab some of my clothes, lower suspicion?"

A sad look escaped Cameron. Remy stopped what she was doing and walked up to her.

"What's the matter?" She knew she didn't have much time, but Cameron looked sad, and she wanted to be nice.

"You have this all planned. You've done it a lot?" Cameron looked at the floor.

"Cameron... Allison. Do we have to think about that? I'm over it! I'm not going to act like last night never happened, unless you want to."

"No!" Cameron put her hand around Remy's neck. "I don't want that. I just want to know, was I just another girl to cruise?" Cameron started her long awaited emotional outburst. "I have never done that before, and it wasn't just a night to forget for me. I'm not saying it was anything serious, but, I don't want to forget it."

Remy sighed and planted a kiss on her cheek. "Take a leaf out of my book: Just go with the flow. See where it leads. Stop stressing and let's just... be." Cameron laughed. "And now," Remy continued, "We must get to work."

House's team had a new apparently fascinating case. Thirteen's mind was elsewhere. During he entire differential she was daydreaming. House noticed her being alot less... involved. She stared out of the window and only looked up when House ordered her to run a tox screen on the patient, whom she had not thought about until now.

The team stood from the chairs surrounding the glass table. Foreman and Taub were going to run an MRI. Remy was disappointed that she couldn't remember what it was for. She couldn't stop thinking about last light, about Cameron, about what she was thinking. An image flashed through her mind; Cameron ran her fingers down the length of Thirteen's legs, causing Thirteen to instinctively reposition herself. Thirteen moaned at the feeling Cameron gave her, she rolled her eyes back into her head, absorbing all the pleasure flooding through her body...

"Thirteen." House had been watching her expression change as she remembered the moment.

"Yeah, sorry." She snapped out of it, and focused on the limping git.

"You are not thinking about the case. Why were you late?"

"Slept in."

"Yeah right. How did you get here?"

"I drove." She tried to answer his questions quickly. She knew that a hesitation would raise his suspicions.

"Who did you drive in with?"

"Who said I drove in with someone?" She smiled and turned to leave.

"So it was Cameron?"

"What!" She spun around and looked into his eyes, and immediately regretted it. She knew that her reaction had given it away. "What made you think that?"

"She was late. You were late. She's tired, you're tired."

"That's hardly evidence of anything."

"And... She can't hide anything. Have you seen her at all today? She's covered with guilt, avoiding Chase, and has been locked in with Cuddy for the past half an hour."

The last statement freaked her out. Cuddy was the last one she wanted to know about this, just yet. Why would Cameron tell Cuddy? Would she really be blabbing this over the hospital?

"I have to go." She spun on her heel and metaphorically fled to Cuddy's office.

With the blinds down and the door locked, her heart began to race, as she knocked deliberately on the door's glass pane.

She heard some motion inside, and sighed when the door finally clicked open.

"Cuddy, can we talk?"

A/N: What do you think? Good place to stop for now? Will update soon, i got alot in mind.. If i kept going this would have been a very long chapter. Let me know what you want to happen, I'm open to suggestions.