AN: This contains direct quotes from "House" and "Miami Medical." I own/ed neither of those shows, but how awesome it would have been if I did?

Dr. Allison Cameron was sitting in the waiting room of her oral board exams. She knew that this was the most she'd ever done to run away and change herself. She'd run home once, changed her hair color many times, finally going back to blonde. She'd moved, changed jobs, even transferred colleges a few times. But completely uprooting her life and testing to become a trauma surgeon… that was the biggest thing she'd ever done to completely escape the bad in her life.

She wasn't thinking about the cases presented to her and the answers she was giving; she was thinking about how she left things with House and her ex-husband. And how they would never be the same.

She had been folding the last of the extra clothes in her locker when Chase came in. They'd made the decision to leave. Together. He quietly waited for her ear and after giving him a silent signal, he started in, "I told House I want to work for him again." She looked up from the shirt she was folding in surprise. He sat next to her and gave her a pleading look, "Stay on the team. You were always more into it than I was, more interested in diagnostics. Unless House was right about why you want out…"

She stared at him blankly. It was the only thing she could do. After all they had been through together: his insane jealousy, him looking up and admiring House in the same way she did, his jealousy again, him murdering a patient; they were back to square one. She tucked her shirt into her duffle and walked out. She didn't dignify him with any other response. She didn't have to.

She packed her car and went back into the hospital. It was time to talk with House.

"Four for four." He'd whispered as she came in, thinking she was going to ask for her job back.

She stopped, clenched just like he hated and started speaking. It wasn't all true, but she knew it would be what he wanted to hear—what he needed to hear; that it would be a sense of closure, "I was in love with you. I was an idiot. Tried to be like you, tried to understand you because I thought I could heal you." She paused a moment, "You almost killed that patient."

"If almost not saving his life means—"

"You knew the diagnosis a long time ago." She gave him a hard look, "You risked another patient's life to bait your old team."

House gave her an innocent look, "Another one?"

"You did kill Dibala. By playing God and teaching us to do the same."

"I taught you to think for yourselves."

Allison shook her head, "You don't even think of them as people. They're just lab rats for your little puzzles."

"As you celebrate their humanity, I'd rather solve those little puzzles and save their lives."

She was going to try to let that one go because she knew it before she started working for him—all 90 times she was rehired. But, this was probably their last talk, and she needed to tell him the truth, "Motives do matter. Lives can't come second."

"The patient is alive. That's what matters."

"Not to you. All you care about is that Taub and Thirteen fell for your game. You'll poison them just like you poisoned Chase." She started blinking, alerting House that there would be tears.

House gave her a look, "Your husband killed a patient and you're breaking up with me."

"You ruined him. So he can't even see right from wrong. Can't even see the sanctity of a human life anymore. I loved you." She blinked, letting a couple tears go, "And I loved Chase. I'm sorry for you both." She paused a moment to swallow the lump that formed in her throat, "For what you've become. Because... there's no way back for either of you." She inhaled a ragged breath, waiting for a response. And when she didn't get one, she took a step closer and stuck her hand out like she had done five years ago, the first time she tried to quit. He stared at it like it was foreign, just like he did five years before. She shook her head and stepped forward, into his personal space. She kissed his cheek; then she left.

"Dr. Cameron?" one of the three board members stepped into the haul. She looked up at the woman, "We're ready for you."

Allison stood and followed her into the room.

~0~0~0~0~0~

Rayner washed out. Eva was supposed to be in charge. She had seniority. Three years on one Dr. Chris Deleo, resident man-whore and best friend, and two more on one Dr. Serena Warren, the newest doc and new go-to for all things girly that she didn't want to share with Chris. She was the boss.

As Eva and Chris were walking down the hall after they both met Proctor, and as she listened to Chris rant about 'Mr. Tea-and-Biscuits,' she tried to tell herself that the conclusion she knew Chris was coming to was wrong, so she laughed at his frustration.

"This is funny to you?" He asked her.

"It's hysterical." She quipped.

He plowed on, basically ignoring her comment, "I mean, you're Rayner's right hand! You're the doctor that he's grooming for Trauma Chief—"

This was it. The part she didn't want to hear. The part she knew was coming and didn't want to accept. She'd worked hard for five years to become chief. She was acting chief as of that morning. And now Chris was going to pop her Trauma Chief bubble.

"But, because Proctor is attending level and you're not yet, Admin could appoint him over you."

She knew he was right; and it's not like she had walked in that morning thinking she was going to be the new chief. Her chief walked buck ass nude out of the trauma building, completely melting down and washing out that morning. She had thought she was just going to work. Not losing her chief, filling in for the time being, learning about Proctor and his attending level and getting swept aside. It was just supposed to be another day at work. And that's how she needed to act. She took a breath of acceptance, and decided it was time to focus on the matter at hand. "You want to know what bothers me?"

"What's that?" Chris was still miffed.

"That there's still a 33% chance that my pregnant with LACs can lose her baby." She gave him a look, asking him to focus on his own patient instead of Proctor, which he pointedly ignored, "That's what bothers me," she pressed on, "and that I can do something about." She gave him a closed-mouth smile and moved on to go check on her patient.

She was a surgeon. She was built to cut. She wasn't built to be the boss of people and deal with paperwork. She was built to fix people. That's why she got into medicine. And that was what she had to remind herself about every time Rayner's snap or the new Dr. Proctor came to mind. She was made to fix people, heal them.

~0~0~0~0~0~

Allison had been interested in many trauma programs—well, many trauma programs had been interested in the Immunologist-turned-Trauma Surgeon. She scouted around for a while, but ultimately the pull of Miami Medical made itself known and she couldn't resist it anymore.

She was walking out of the trauma building, finished with her paperwork and heading to her new place to finish moving in when she saw her.

Regina.

REGINA!

The woman got out of her car in a dress that would have been more suitable as a cover up for the beach—then again, she was in Miami now, and Regina's legs ran for days.

She couldn't help but stare at her. It took everything she had in her not to walk over and kiss her for all she was worth.

Damn, that would have been a good story.

She almost let her wants take her over, but then Regina's chocolate eyes locked onto hers.

~0~0~

Eva should know by now that there are no normal days in her life. Ever. People get their legs amputated by crocodiles while golfing, kitchens explode, kids do stupid things like make human sling shots and fling themselves into the sides of houses. Pregnant women get thrown from cars and manage to some how keep their baby alive as well as themselves, Calle Cubana… there's always something with Calle Cubana. Eva should know that not normal is her normal.

Normally, she's pretty aware and expectant of everything. Her years of medical training have told her to expect the worst and hope for the best, and that's what she does everyday.

But never in her life did she think that she would ever see Emma in the pure light of day.

She'd locked her car and started heading in for her shift when she felt eyes glued to her. She turned to see the green orbs that had captured her in her dreams.

Emma was in the parking lot.

EMMA was in the PARKING LOT!

She was walking with a pair of royal scrubs not dissimilar to her own.

Emma was a surgeon. A trauma surgeon. EMMA WAS A TRAUMA SURGEON! She didn't know what to do.

She just stared. And she didn't feel one ounce of regret of getting in a staring contest with the girl of her dreams.

She had to turn around and walk backwards into the building, just like Emma had to turn and walk backwards further into the parking lot.

Eva didn't know what to do; she just stared. Emma had stopped walking after stepping on the sidewalk and stared back.

Life was not only not normal, but now Eva's dreams were literally coming to life.

~0~0~

Allison stared as Regina stood just inside the trauma building. They'd kept their eyes locked; nothing could break their stare. At least not until some blonde guy took Regina by the arm and walked with her further into the building. It took a moment to process that Regina was walking into the trauma building and she wasn't hurt or bleeding or crying or worried, which meant she worked in there. And Allison worked there.

Never in her life would she have thought that her ability to pick up and run was actually practice not for running away, but for running to. Running to the woman of her dreams.

~0~0~0~0~0~

Regina sat back in her chair as she waited for the Genie's face to appear in the mirror. "How is this possible?"

"Well, we always knew there was a chance…"

"But the chance was at least 1 in 300 million!" Regina stood and started pacing, "There was NO chance!"

"They're halves of fairytale characters living human lives in a place where the only magic is fate. I think you know that things are more likely than the literal chances given the circumstances."

"GENIE!" Regina screamed as she turned to look at his face, "I don't need to hear what you think is the strength of fate; I need to figure out a way to fix this."

"Yes, my Queen."

AN: Thoughts and feels? Please Read and Review!