AN: Okay, so one—and I'm sure many more caught on to my unintended per say, but totally there, underlying The L Word thing in the last chapter. It's my new favorite show and I can't stop watching it. If you've read any of my stories, then you know that I reference and make small tributes—as I like to call them, in all of them. Well…this one is my tribute to The L Word specifically, because it helped me in a way, and I know that you're not wanting to hear sentimentals right now, so I'll shut up by saying that this one is more than likely going to have a lot of likenesses to different parts, and will make many references to The L Word…because I love it. I'll also try to post all references after the chapters from now one..if you guys want me to…
Tuesday, Cameron came back to work. Thankfully, she could pretty much run the ER with an eye patch and one hand tied behind her back because she was in a daze most of the day. She didn't know what she would do if she saw her. She didn't know if she would run scared, or drag her to her office and have her way with her…she just didn't know.
She was exceptionally unsure of what to do when House text her, telling her that he needed help with a case…and then a follow up text from Cuddy telling her that she had to go to his office.
She huffed out a sigh as she got into the elevator and pushed the button to the fourth floor. She folded her arms and stared at the floor as her thoughts got away from her. She would have stayed in the elevator if it hadn't have dinged to alert her arrival.
Her heart was racing as she stepped out, but she couldn't let anyone know. So, she put on her guise of tranquil confidence and boldly made her way to House's office. As she was nearing the point of seeing who all was there, she was almost run down as Foreman, Taub..and Chase made their way out and toward the elevator.
"Hi Cameron."
"Hey Cameron."
"Cameron."
Were her greetings as they passed her and ducked into the closing elevator, "What are you guys—?" She didn't get to finish her question as the doors closed.
She shook her head and made her way to the main diagnostics office. She regretted entering as soon as she looked up to find Thirteen sitting at the table, that had made its way to the very center of the room, looking at the grooves of her hands, and House standing at the head of the table with his finger tips touching the glass, looking high and mighty. All she could to was stand still.
"YOU!" House dramatically pulled his cane from its resting position on the table and pointed it at Cameron, "And YOU!" He indicated Thirteen with his other hand, "Need to talk."
Thirteen flashed her brilliant sea green eyes, full of accusation, at Cameron. Cameron on the other hand, glanced at Thirteen, then looked back at House, pleading with him to not do this now.
House was looking at Thirteen's reaction, "You're surprised that she told me? You shouldn't be. You should be surprised what she knows about me, but that's not what you're going to talk about. You're going to talk about what you're going to do because you're in love with each other and you just won't admit it." House moved his cane back into his right hand and made to leave. As he was at the door he looked back over to Thirteen who was staring at him confused, "I'm not a Grinch all the time. I use my heart for good sometimes." Then he walked through the door and looked down the hall, seeing Cuddy, unsurprisingly, at the nurse's station. "Hey Cuddy! Guess what I got in my office…a couple of dramatic lesbians!" He said as he walked to her. He covered Cameron and Thirteen by saying, "You were right. The L Word is better with sound."
After hearing this from House, Cameron sighed and sat down diagonally, across from Thirteen. They wouldn't look at each other unless there was sudden movement. Minutes went by and finally Thirteen couldn't take it anymore. She stood up and put her hands on her face as she paced slightly. She then turned to Cameron and put her hands on her hips.
"What the fuck was Sunday night?" She asked as her arms flew out, influencing her need for the answer. As she waited she put her hands on the back of her chair and leaned in, staring at the blonde.
Cameron jumped when Thirteen started speaking. She didn't look at her until Thirteen had leaned against the chair. When their eyes caught, she couldn't think at all, let alone tell her what the fuck Sunday night was. She was going to answer her—after her thoughts began working again, but the door opened, and all the boys came back in…aside from House.
They had gone to get coffee at the place down the street, so it took a little longer. Chase had a carrier of four cups plus the one in his hand. He set it down and picked the one closest to him, then walked over to Thirteen, who had straightened her body, and gave her the cup.
"Here you are. Decaf." He said as he handed her coffee to her and kissed the side of her head as he ran his hand along her back.
"Thank you." Was the brunette's response as she leaned into him.
Chase then picked the cup that was to the left of the empty space and leaned across the table to Cameron, who had closed her eyes at the sight of the couple being a couple before her. She had yet to open her eyes as Chase was holding the cup out. "Allison?" He questioned.
"Hmm?" Cameron leaned back, expecting him to be across the table not in front of her face, "Oh…thank you." She said as she saw the coffee before her eyes.
"House said that you might be needing this, that you've been up more than him the past couple nights…" Was his response to her unasked 'Why the hell did you get me coffee, we're not married anymore—but with less anger' question.
"Oh, yeah. I've just had trouble sleeping…" She stood from her chair. "I should get back to the ER." She said as she walked towards the door, "Thanks." She held up her coffee.
"If you see House or Cuddy, tell them that their coffee's getting cold." Chase asked as she walked out.
She waved her hand to let him know that she heard what he said. As she got into the vacant elevator she leaned forward and put her hands..well, one wrist, one hand on her knees and took a breath. "Fuck!" She said as she stood straight before the doors opened so she could make her way to the ER.
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That evening, as Cameron was packing in the locker room to leave, she heard two muffled voices that she had been pleading to not hear the rest of the day..week—month even.
"This is why I don't believe in God…" She mumbled as she tried to hurry so she could get out of the hospital as soon as she possibly could.
But alas! She wasn't fast enough.
"Hey Al—Cameron." Chase greeted as he and Thirteen walked around the corner to head towards their lockers that were furthest from the doors.
"Hi." She said; her body visibly slumped as she put her bag back down to go ahead and finish what she was doing in before they came in.
"Is everything going okay?" The Australian asked, watching her body language.
"I'm fff…" She began, but then realized that both of the other people in the room were two of the three people that could read her well. She probably could have lied and deceived Chase, but since Thirteen was in the room, she knew it was hopeless to try and get away with saying 'fine'. "I'm…going." She tried again.
"But everything's okay, right?" He was becoming concerned and stepped closer to begin to diagnose her.
She swatted him away, "Yes. I'm fine. I'm just…fucking tired." She glared at him when he stayed put, "Stop caring about me. Please. We're not married anymore and you have a girlfrien—fiancée that's waiting for you to hurry the hell up." She pointed to the taller woman who had her bag and hat on already.
"Sorry." He looked at Cameron's head disdainfully as he turned to Thirteen and mouthed, "What's wrong?"
Thirteen shrugged and pointed with her head for him to go to his locker on the other bay around the corner. Her signal for 'I'm going to find out and I'll tell you if I get anything, but right now leave us alone and go wait in the car if it takes that long.' He nodded his understanding to her, and went to his locker, grabbed his bag and left to go to the car.
As he did this, Cameron had finished packing her clothes that she had left and/or worn throughout the last couple weeks, and was zipping her bag up. Thirteen had taken her bag off her shoulder and set it down. She silently walked over to Cameron's side and put her hand on the blonde's wrist.
Cameron stopped all movement and stared at their hands as hers turned over and her palm pressed against the tips of the brunette's fingers. She didn't dare look up into her eyes because she was scared of what she would find be it beneficial or bad for herself. She let out a ragged breath as she turned to shut her locker and lock it with her spare hand, but soon she took her taken hand back and moved to leave.
"Don't." Was the simple command that Thirteen spoke.
Allison dropped her bag and turned to the brunette, finally looking at her. They stared at each other a moment with the same look—the same scared, but loving look—in their eyes. They wouldn't be able to tell you who moved first, but the feeling on impact was the most marvelously fantastic, thrilling feeling that either had experienced. They let their mouths mate and the feelings take over, but the excitement ended all too soon…well, they were interrupted all too soon.
They heard the door open and immediately the split apart. Thirteen sat on the bench next to Cameron's bag and covered her mouth with her hand as she sat her elbow on her knee. Cameron turned from the where the intruder would join them, or walk past them and opened her locker again…for effect.
Split seconds later, a timid walk was at its strongest and a blonde, Australian man popped his head in the isle. He immediately looked at the brunette who was silently asking what he wanted, "Sorry to interrupt, but I forgot to mention…" He turned to Allison, "Remy and I are having an engagement party tomorrow night. I know that you're the maid of honor and you're wondering why you didn't already know…It was supposed to be a bachelor party, but Remy.." he laughed a little bit as he walked around to her and put his man hands on the brunette's shoulders, "Well, she insisted that we not have bachelor and bachelorette parties because we're already in a committed relationship and there's no point in them…But mine was already set, so we're inviting anyone and everyone. Please come." He squeezed Remy's shoulders. "One of my old mates is flying in; he's thinking about moving here for a little while. I think you two would really hit it off… He's kind of arrogant like House, but you'll think he's charming and funny. His name's Chris." He tried to provoke.
Allison was staring anywhere but Chase's face throughout his speech because her stomach was curling into so many knots as he talked about commitment and she had just been making out with his fiancée…She felt bad and uneasy until he spoke about 'his old mate.' She hated set-ups first of all…he knew that, and she was too fucked to meet someone knew at the moment. She stared at him like she did House when he would tell her that her boobs were lacking…before—and after—their couple-dom (after they got together, she would hit him, or tell him that he'd be fucking himself that night).
Thirteen spoke, making Cameron look at her, which brought out different emotions that she easily masked in front of Chase. "You should come. I'll make sure that Chase doesn't push 'his mate, Chris' on you…but it'll be fun." She said as she stood up. She had said 'his mate' in her best Australian accent. She turned and smiled cheekily—and all too suavely for what had just transpired—at Chase. She grabbed his hand and walked him to the exit. And since he was on the other side of the bench, and couldn't see as she scooted past Cameron, she let her hand travel down the American blonde's side and stop momentarily at her hip.
Cameron's breath caught in her throat; she didn't let it out until the couple left the room for good. She closed her eyes as she grabbed her keys and shut her locker once more. She sighed as she leaned against it. "Fuck." She said in the same way she said it in the elevator.
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House and Cuddy had been invited also. Cameron tried to stay and babysit Rachel, but Cuddy told her to get her ass in her room and change into a 'fuckin' party dress' because she was going to go. Much like she would talk to a teenager…but with vulgarity.
By the time they got the rented out clubhouse, the party was in full swing. There were people everywhere…apparently Thirteen and Chase knew a lot of people…or their friends knew a lot of people, but either way, their money didn't go to waste.
Thirteen and Chase were talking with friends, or friends of friends, so with the opportunity, Allison snuck by them and into the main area…straight to the free bar.
"Can I order you something?" A tall man with gorgeous blue eyes and an accent asked.
"Uhh, something strong." Allison asked as she turned back to the bar.
"Life going that well?" He asked as he turned to the bartender and ordered their drinks.
"You could say that." The blonde said as she brought her head up to rest on her hand, then let her head fall onto her upper arm and her hand drape around it; her fingers barely coming in contact with her neck. She emanated naivety, but clearly that was not the case.
"Why is life so bad?" He asked as he handed her a shot of vodka.
He gave him a witty glance, and laughed with her mouth closed, "Hmmhmm, you don't want to know." She said as she downed the shot gracefully, then ordered a martini.
"Why don't I want to know?" He kept is questioning up.
"Why are you so curious about me?" She turned and looked at him with her own curiosity.
"Isn't it obvious?" He turned on his stool to face her completely.
"Is it supposed to be?" She turned fully also and crossed her legs.
"Shouldn't it be?" His eyebrows lowered and his lips pursed giving her his answer to his own question.
"Can you talk in anything but a question?" Allison asked, beginning to smile.
"Does it appear I can't?" The hot man asked.
"How can I have made any other assumption?" She kept up with his charade.
"You wanna get out of here?" He asked, trying to break her.
"No! Fuck you!" She realized what he had done, "Dammit!" She laughed a little as he chuckled.
"You should laugh; you shouldn't be sad…You have a beautiful smile. That alone makes you deserving of happiness." He said in all seriousness.
"So.." Allison scrunched her brows, "If my smile were ugly, I'd be undeserving?" She asked sarcastically.
"No, not necessarily, but that's not the case." He said with his accent becoming extremely thick.
"Where are you from?...Australia?" She asked with her head cocked.
"How did you guess?" He acted extremely, "It couldn't be because the groom is Australian, could it?"
"No. Not at all!" Allison said in much the same way; she liked him, he was fun.
"Yeah, yes. Rob and I go way back, but I haven't seen him in a couple years…I've been..detained." He said as he looked anywhere but her.
"Detained…how? Were you falsely accused of something? Rightfully accused of something? Are you an assassin? Or are you just.." she gave one chuckle, "are you just an Auss-hole?" She thought she was clever and he could tell that she thought that.
He wasn't going to lie, he thought she was pretty clever too. "No, not an Auss-hole. And I'm not an assassin…"
"So what were you accused of?" She asked like it was a plain topic.
"Murder." He said, and looked at her to gauge her reaction. The only thing that happened was a raise of her eyebrows, so he continued, "Wow, you're really okay with my being a murderer?" Allison's eyes narrowed into skepticism as she realized he had been playing with her. He laughed lightly at her reaction, "Not a criminal…My wife…well, she was..God she was beautiful..she was perfect..She was dying at the time of wedding number one. She had breast cancer, and she didn't want to go through chemo anymore so…" he trailed off.
"She died and you couldn't do anything to stop it because it was her decision and you couldn't violate her decisions like that." She took a sip of her drink.
"Exactly," He obviously really loved his wife, and it was obviously still fresh wounds. Allison wasn't just thinking this because he had just downed their next round of shots, "You sound like you've been in the same position?"
"My first husband…Thyroid cancer that metastasized to his brain…I was only married to him for six months…" She took another sip of her drink.
"You had to have known before you married him…" He looked at her.
"I did." She finished her drink and ordered another.
He grit his teeth before laughing a little, "Shit…" He sighed and rubbed his face, as he switched the subject slightly, "And now, Rob is trying to put me back in the field…He wants me to meet his ex-wife. Some girl that I'm sure will be cute and hot and kind, but extremely snobbish..and a bitch."
"You think so?" She asked with a grin.
"Yeah, that's what I've heard all of the guys saying." He shrugged. "Why? Do you know her?"
"Chase's ex-wife?" She nodded, "Yeah, she and I go way back. She has her moments, but I've always heard that she's the sweet and innocent doctor of PPTH. That she oozes goopy warm feelings for each of her patients and forms personal relationships with just about everyone…that's the rumors around the hospital at least…No one really knows why they broke up…aside from the fact that they didn't belong together…"
"Hmm…do you know, uhh…Remy all that well?" Allison nodded, "Do you really think that her and Chase go together?"
"Do you?" She asked as she put her head on her fist.
"No…and I'm not saying this because I'm a straight male, but ever since I heard she was into women as well as men, I thought that she looked like the kind of girl that would end up with a girl…"
"That's what I've thought for a little while too. But I don't think Chase should get hurt again…" She drank the rest of her glass in one gulp.
He considered her words and the look in her eyes as she spoke..and her action after, "Allison Cameron…the ex-wife." He pointed at her, as he put the puzzle together, then put his hand out to shake.
"Chris I don't know your last name…the friend that is apparently a mixture of my exes…arrogant, funny, charming, and Australian…" She took his waiting hand.
"Haha, it's nice to meet you." He said, "Sorry about my earlier comments…" He added as an after thought.
"None taken, most of his friends do think I'm a bitch, but they forget how easily he can persuade people to being on his side…" she rolled her eyes.
"Well..that's true and you don't seem at all bitchy." He looked at her as she surveyed the audience.
Allison looked around and her eyes were immediately drawn to sea foam green ones that were already looking back. She could tell that Thirteen had been looking for her for a bit. She also turned back to the bar as the brunette pulled from Chase's grasp and began walking towards them.
~0~
Thirteen took Chase's hand from her body and kissed it after she found the blonde and the blonde found her. "I'm going to make rounds and get something to drink. I'll catch up with you later, okay?" She looked at her male blonde to see him nod, not really caring if she stayed or left.
~0~
"What's wrong?" Chris asked as Allison turned back around and put her face in her hands before ordering another drink.
"The same thing that's been wrong since we met…" She shrugged and shook her head as she turned from her new companion looked down at the bar.
"Yeah, you never answered that question…" He trailed off.
She pursed her lips, "You can't talk to anyone that my problem involves, swear on your wife." She told him seriously.
He narrowed his brows, then realized how serious she was, "I won't tell a soul."
"I'm in love with the bride." She said matter-of-factly.
Chris coughed on his drink, and stared at her a moment, "The bride?"
"Yes."
"Of the groom?"
"Yes."
"Robert's bride?"
"Yes."
"Shit." Chris' eyes couldn't have possibly gotten bigger.
"Yes." Allison turned, looking ashamed.
"Fuck." His positions hadn't changed
"Exactly." She uncovered her face and let her hand fall to her lap.
"Holy…" he trailed off and took another drink, this time it was successfully.
"I know."
"Allison." His tone was stern.
"What?"
"You have to tell her."
"I've already tried and kind of succeeded."
"You have to really tell her…despite Robert. He'll move on, he always does…" He chuckled slightly, "I mean, it's a little ironic that, if Remy leaves him, the only two women that left him ended up together…I'm just saying." He had a smirk on his face.
"Shut up." She pushed his arm, and looked past him to find those eyes again, leaning against the wall, waiting for her glance.
Chris turned to see what she was staring at, "All too ironic. Go. Talk to her, you need to…"
"Why are you being so relaxed about this? Why aren't you going to tell Chase?" She asked as she stood.
"Well, I got my wife the same way…" Allison's curious look prompted him to elaborate, "My best friend was getting married and I was in love with his fiancée. He was a real dick. Cheated on her all the time and I finally just let my feelings take over…got the girl and would still have her if…" He took a drink and decided to not continue his sentence.
"You're really very sweet…Thank you." She kissed his cheek.
"Oh thank you for talking with me." He looked at her.
"Things happen, Chris. You know you know you had no control over the situation…it was her decision. You are an amazing man." She pinched his shoulder as she moved passed him. "If you need anything, I'll be there for you, just go to the ER at PPTH, I'll probably be there…" He grinned and raised his glass to her as she left.
As Allison looked at Remy, she bit her lip and became thoroughly wracked with nerves. When she finally got to her, the brunette had cocked her head in indication for her to follow, which she did obediently.
The walked up the stairs around the corner and after a few more turns, up the stairs to the secluded roof. This meant that they were going to talk.
Remy walked ahead of her and didn't turn around when she spoke, "It's about time you told me what Sunday night was." She looked out at the view.
"Well…you need to tell me what the locker room was yesterday…" Allison walked passed Remy and leaned against the wall a few feet from her.
Remy looked at her with pursed lips and sighed frustratingly, "I'll answer when you do."
"I told you that night…" Allison started.
"Tell me why I shouldn't marry him." Remy started closing the distance between them. Allison began to speak, but she lost her words. "Tell me." Remy ordered.
"Okay!" Allison wiped the tears that had formed in her eyes, "You can't marry him because…" She swallowed hard and turned from the brunette as she walked to the center of the roof, "because I'm in love with you." She said in a weak, soft voice.
"What?" Remy took one step closer.
"I'm in love with you. And…" She shook her head, disappointed in herself, "I know..I know that I don't deserve a chance to be with you because I completely shut you down when you told me how you felt about me. But, I'm in love with you. I want to be with you, and now you're getting married…to my ex-husband of all people. And, I know for a fact that I am not the only one that knows it or can see it, but you two don't belong together anyways, you aren't the kind of couple that's actually going to last. Not that either of you are deficient in the relational sense, but you just..don't belong together. And, I'm not saying that we do..that we are meant for each other because there's no way I can know that for sure..I'm just saying that I'm in love with you, and that I'm an option too…I always will be an option for you from now on…I love you." Once the words started she couldn't stop them, and then they just kept flowing out of her like rain.
Remy was less than two inches from her when she finished her rambling. Allison had yet to turn around, "You wanna try saying that to my face?" The brunette whispered softly as she put her hand on the blonde's upper arm and let it travel until their hands touched.
Allison jumped at the simultaneous voice and contact. She turned around to find Remy as close as she thought she was. She took a breath, "You are my bisexual co-worker. You are my best friend. You are my ex-husband's fiancée. And, now that I realize what I'm going to lose with you, I have finally accepted that I am completely in love with you." She whispered as she looked into Thirteen's eyes.
"I never stopped loving you." Remy was the one to not look in her direction anymore. She held her mouth open as she inhaled a shaky breath, and blinked a couple tears away. She looked back her and smiled…more or less it was at her stupidity—as she would label it—for telling Chase that she would marry him. "I just…he was safe, you know?" She wiped her nose, then folded her arms, "And he was there…" She paused and swallowed as she thought about her next words, "He's a really good bandage. He makes me feel beautiful and desired. He puts me first…for the most part. But, none of that changes the way I feel about you."
"So…what do we do no—mmm." Allison was cut of by Remy's kiss. She immediately wrapped her arms around the brunette's neck and held her close.
Remy had one arm around the shorter woman's waist and her other reaching up into her hair. They let their tongues duel as they sunk into the kiss. They began walking until one of them hit something solid. That one was one Allison Cameron, and that something solid was the wall adjacent to that of their exit. She reveled in the feeling Remy was giving her.
But it was as Remy moved down her neck that she realized what she was doing and she couldn't handle it. "Stop." She pushed the brunette slightly.
"What? What?...What's wrong?" Remy breathed out as her questioning eyes looked over her face, and she licked her lips, sucking her bottom lip in and letting her top teeth scrape against it as she pulled it back out. Her arms were on either side of the blonde and she was leaning against her.
"We can't do this." She let her head fall against the wall. "Chase…"
Remy sighed—slightly frustrated—and looked away, running her tongue against her bottom lip again, "Chase..doesn't need to know."
"I'm not going to be an affair…some tawdry fling before your weddi—"
"You're not!" She looked at Allison like she was crazy, "I'm going to break up with him, but he doesn't need to know about this…about us, okay?" She leaned in and pecked her. "I don't think he would handle it very well if he knew why…and I know that you don't want to hurt him." She had moved her body and hands so that she was flush against the blonde, fingering her necklace and running her other hand up and down her thigh.
"So..when are you going to do it?" Allison's hands were automatically around her…lover? Nope, they haven't had sex. Girlfriend? Not officially. Dirty little secret? Yes that fit better than her other options…dirty little secret's body.
"After the benefit…if you're okay with that…?" Remy asked, hoping that she wouldn't have to hurt him so soon.
"Yeah…" She said breaking her hold and moving from her pinned position between Remy's body and the wall, "He's going to be so hurt…I can't believe I'm doing this to him again…" She crunched her eyes shut and folded her arms, angry with herself.
"You weren't right together either…" Thirteen stated as she leaned against the wall now, facing the blonde. "And I'm not just saying that because I think we belong together."
Allison stopped her movement, then looked at her as if she were going to scold her, "You know how I feel about that." She said sternly.
"Yeah, yeah…We can't know. No one knows…but I didn't say I knew, did I?" Remy cocked an eyebrow and looked in her eyes. Allison gave her signature eye roll and shook her head. "No. I didn't. I said 'think'. And I will always think that we do. Nothing will change that….I mean, I'm fucking engaged!..To a MAN! And I still think that." She pushed from the wall and walked over to her soon-to-be. "I'm in love with you." She held her hand out to the blonde.
It seemed as if it was planned because they could hear the music from downstairs, and Joan Armatrading's 'Weakness in Me' began playing.
Allison looked at Remy's hand and took it as the lyrics started.
I'm not the sort of person who falls in and quickly out of love
But to you I gave my affection, right from the start
By the end of this line they had fallen into each other; their hands were still holding each other's. Their arms were wrapped around each other tightly; Allison's around Remy's neck and Remy's around Allison's waist. Allison's face was buried in between her arm and Remy's neck, and Remy's face was on her counterpart's shoulder.
They both sighed when the chorus began, and held each other tighter; they knew that this was their last moment together for the night. They knew that when the song ended they needed to go back into the crowd, and go with the person they're supposed to be with, or go home.
Why do you come here, when you know I've got troubles enough?
Why do you call me, when you know I can't answer the phone?
Make me lie, when I don't want to? And make someone else some kind of and unknowing fool?
You make me stay when I should not.
Are you so strong, or is all the weakness in me?
Why do you come here, and pretend to be just passing by?
But I need to see you, and I need to hold you…tightly.
AN: Okay My references in this one…I think I have all of them, but I'll never be positive… 1. The obvious line House said to Cuddy. 2. Cuddy telling Cameron to get in a 'fucking party dress', which is in solute to Erin Daniels' last episode. 3. Chris' wife's breast cancer…I decided to go ahead and say that this is from The L Word, but I also Googled the number one killing cancer in women, which was breast cancer also…then I started debating on if I should make her death due to an infection while under chemo, but ultimately decided against it… 4. Remy not telling Chase until after this benefit shindig that they need to go to…solute to Bette and Tina's love triangle with Jodi, the benefit being the ride. 5. The song….that was just random…I was looking for a way to close the chapter, and I was listening to a playlist…then the song came on, and it was perfect! And Ironically on the season two soundtrack, so there you go….
If you guys don't want me to do this I understand, and if you're wondering why I don't just write The L Word fanfiction, it's because I'm strictly Cameron/Thirteen… that's just what I do…but please as always let me know, because I can pull this anytime…