Thirteen looked at her phone to see what time it was. SAT 10:36pm is what flashed on her screen. She sighed heavily and pulled on the car door handle to get out. She put one foot heavily on the black road, and pulled her other foot out as she stood. She walked to the back door and opened it; she sighed again as she moved to pull her bags from the car. But, before she did this, she turned and looked at the house before her. Just the house gave her a feeling that everything was going to be okay.

With this new feeling taking over her body, she felt an intense urgency. So, she grabbed her four duffle bags and slung them across her body, then she made her way across the darkened street, and to the house that still had the light on. They way she carried her bags was much like Julie Andrews did while playing Maria and singing 'I Have Confidence' in The Sound of Music.

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Thirteen had to take a taxi home from the auction Friday night. She wasn't drunk or anything, she just didn't have a ride, seeing that Chase had left her there without so much as a warning.

She got to their place and almost brought the door down as she entered; she was completely steamed, and completely ready to do the breaking up. But, as she searched their apartment like a mad woman, she found that Chase wasn't there either. She had no idea where he would've gone, so she had no choice but calling him and texting him a million times while she waited…She got no response, and eventually, she had fallen asleep on the couch.

Chase walked in Saturday morning. He didn't have his shoes on and he was trying to be as quiet as possible. He was sneaking around the place not wanting to deal with her at all, but he needed a change of clothes and a shower.

As he was creeping by their kitchen and towards their bedroom, the loudest, most obnoxious noise began booming throughout the apartment. His first reaction was to get low and take cover, but as the sound registered in his mind, he straightened as best as his hangover would let him, grabbed his head and turned to the blender that they kept in the corner of the kitchen. He looked to see Remy sitting on the counter, sipping coffee, already clothed, and looking at him sweetly, but like she was going to kill him too.

"Where the hell have you been?" She said as she hit the stop button on the bender.

"Please stop yelling!" He leaned against the counter, still holding his head.

She grit her teeth as she poured the contents of the blender into a glass. She slammed it in front of him, "I am not yelling." She spoke tersely but softly.

"Well. Stop talking!" He tried to yell himself, but he learned that that was a bad idea. He looked down to see what was placed in front of him. It was this nasty drink that she claimed was one of the greatest cures for hangovers…and it was, but it was gross. He sighed almost as if he were whining, knowing that if he wanted his hangover gone, he needed to drink it and drink it fast.

She stood in front of him with crossed arms and flared nostrils. Then she walked away from him after he knew how she was looking at him.

"Fuck you, you cunt licker." He murmured as he downed the drink.

~0~0~0~0~0~0~

The brunette dropped her bags on the porch and stared at the door a bit longer. She didn't know how this was going to go, but she hoped that this feeling that had come over her was a sign that everything would actually be okay. She popped her knuckles with her thumbs simultaneously with her hands at her sides. Then she finally let one of her hands reach out and touch the doorbell.

She let out a breath that she didn't know she was holding, and waited.

~0~0~0~0~0~0~

It wasn't until like 3:30 that Chase had pulled himself out of their bed and into the shower. He let the water work the stress that he was feeling out of his body. Then with a new resolution, he got out, got dressed and made his way for the living room.

Remy had heard him get up. She heard him take his damn fucking time in the shower…she almost went in there and did it while he was naked and helpless, but she didn't. It was now 4:15, and she was getting bitchier and angrier with each passing minute.

Chase was leaning against the doorway that split the dining room and stared at her. How the fuck did I not see it? How did I not know? How long have they been fucking? How long has she been repulsed by me and in fucking love with her? How can she do this when we're this close? Chase was letting all these thoughts run through his mind as he looked at the back of her head.

4:30 and he's still not fucking out here? Are you fucking kidding me? Come on Chase…Don't make me mad before I break up with you; I won't do it gently, and unfortunately, I think you might really have fallen for me…God, I'm a bitch. The brunette's continuous thoughts were not stopping anytime soon. She had finally had enough and stood to go back to the bedroom only to find him standing in the doorway.

He sighed and looked down as he pushed himself off the doorway and walked towards her, "I want my ring back."

Remy's brows knit. Okay…I thought he thought he was in trouble…he's not this intuitive, something happened…"I—what?" She asked as she crossed his arms.

"I want my ring back." He stared at her with his hand held out as he reached the back of the couch. When she kept looking at him quizzically, she he let out a frustrated huff, "This is where this is going to end up isn't it? Just give me my damn ring, and go back to fucking women…literally! It's what you want, isn't it?"

Thirteen began pulling at the diamond that had set up camp on her finger, "Okay…how did you know that I was going to break up with you?"

"I'm not a fucking idiot. I saw you with her! You had this amazing smile on your face and she had that face that could tell everyone that she was in love with you!" He had walked around the couch. "Why didn't you end it when you realized you only liked women?"

Thirteen stopped tugging on her finger at his last question, "I'm not a lesbian…"

"Yes! Yes you are!" He yelled.

"No! I'm not. Just because I don't want to marry you and I broke up with all my other boyfriends doesn't mean that I never felt attraction. We've had this conversation before, you know that, Robert…I fall for the person, not the gender." She finished taking her engagement ring off.

She walked over to him and took his hand and placed it in his palm, "I'm sorry that I didn't end it sooner. I know that I should have. You know…I thought that we were just going to be a fling, but you were just….you made me feel like I was wanted, and you were healing me. You were there for me when I really needed someone, and when the fling was never flung, I didn't know what to do to make it stop without losing the friendship part I had gained from this, you know?"

Chase's jaw tightened and he flared his nostrils as he looked down at her. "Get out."

"What?" She took a step back from him.

"You think I give a fuck about your explanations and your peace of mind?" He asked heatedly, "Well I don't. Get your shit packed and get out of my apartment." He stared like he was looking straight through her.

"I hope that you're able to deal with all of Allison's shit. She's a fucking drama magnet, and it never ends…obviously. I also hope that you're prepared to fall completely and utterly only to find that she won't even give you a drawer in her dresser…" He took a breath and began backing up to the doorway, "Yeah, you picked a really good one to throw out our relationship on…"

"It was never going to happen, Chase." She emphasized her last name, "I was never going to marry you..not really. Don't you see? It's always been her. She was why I was having such a hard time when we started fucking. It's always been her." She smiled sadly as she wiped tears from her eyes.

"Fuck you." He said softly as he turned and headed down the hall to their..his bedroom.

"Never again." She followed.

They spent the next couple hours getting all of Remy's things out of his apartment and into her car. She drove around in a daze for God knows how long before she went on autopilot and found herself in front of Allison's house. Thirteen looked at her phone to see what time it was. SAT 10:36pm is what flashed on her screen.

~0~0~0~0~0~0~

She saw movement and she began holding her breath again, and it hitched when the doorknob turned and revealed none other than the girl who had caused so much trouble.

"I did it." Was all she said.

Allison looked at her and down on the ground at her duffles, then up again at her with red, irritated, puffy eyes. She didn't say anything; she just smiled and took two of the bags.

They walked in and she kicked the door shut, "Hey, someone lock the door before you go to bed." Said the blonde as she walked to the stairs with the bags and Remy in tow.

"There, see? I told you she wasn't an idiot…despite her choices of the last few weeks.." House said as he and Cuddy watched the two go upstairs.

"Hello, Dr. Hadley." Cuddy greeted the young doctor, then grinned to Cameron before snuggling back into House's chest.

"Dr. Cuddy." She replied as she followed Cameron, who stayed silent—even after House's comment.

House and Cuddy looked at each other again as the ladies topped the stair and were out of eyesight. "Did you really think she was going to dump him?"

"Yeah…and if she didn't I was going to fire her, so she wouldn't have to deal." House answered, looking at the TV.

Cuddy smirked and kissed his jaw, then stretched her leg over his and hugged him tighter.

"Why Dr. Cuddy! Are you trying to seduce me?" He whispered as he kissed the top of her head.

"Is it working?" She looked up at him again.

"You tell me." He pulled her closer.

She grinned as she stood up, "I'm going to bed…" She stretched, giving him a good view of everything, and walked slowly to the small hallway that lead to the master bedroom, "You coming?"

"Not yet." Was House's response as he got up and followed her.

~0~0~

Allison and Remy had made it to the blonde's room and had thrown all of her bags in the corner. Allison was holding a post of the bed staring at the brunette quietly as she turned from dumping her bags on the floor.

When Remy caught her eyes, she asked, "What did he mean that I'm not an idiot."

"Nothing." She waved it off and breathed in, but her intake was full of snot…like she had been crying… and she did have the eyes to match. To prove this aside from the sight of them, she wiped on with her thumb.

"Something." Remy said as she walked over. She stared at her until she saw her grey brilliant eyes before she spoke again, "What did he mean?...I'll just ask him tomorrow."

She looked away from Remy and jutted her jaw to the side, debating on if that would be so terrible, but decided to tell her herself, "I didn't think you were coming…I didn't think you were going to do it…"

"Oh Al…" She took a few steps back and looked at her, "He didn't come home last night…he didn't walk in until like 10 this morn—"

Allison covered her mouth with her hand, "Stop." And Remy had already done as told. "You're here now. That's it. Okay?"

"Okay." She nodded then looked at the ground as a noise came through from the bottom floor.

"Oh Jesus." Allison mumbled as she got on the bed and covered her face.

Remy bit her lips to keep from laughing, but her smile was still there. "Was that what I think it was?" She asked as she got on Allison's side.

"House and Cuddy fucking? Yeah, that would be what that is." She nodded and picked at lent on her flannel pants.

"Do they know how loud they are?" She asked as she turned sideways and started rubbing Allison's forearm with her index and middle fingertips.

"Yeah…well House does; I'm not sure she does though…" Allison was watching Remy's hand on her arm, then looked at her as she finished her sentence.

"What about Rachel?" Remy stopped and looked disgusted as she thought about the poor child having to listen to her mother wailing like a dying dolphin…or something to that effect.

"Oh my God! That child can sleep through anything!...The only thing that wakes her up is nightmares…If I were guaranteed that kind of kid, I would have had one by now. It's ri-cock-ulous!"

"Can she really?" Remy ignored the available subject change.

"Yeah! And every morning I look at her and I'm like, 'House, you're scarring her.' And he says that he's not until she walks in the room…" She gave her own disgusted face as she finished her sentence, and as more noise came through the floor. "Uuuuuuhg!"

Remy stared at the floor along with her, "Well…if Rachel is such a sound sleeper…." She cocked her head to the side and winked at the blonde, "Then uh…we should give them a run for their money, don't you think?" She bit her bottom lip smiling at her as she crawled on top of her and sat doggy style astride the blonde's legs.

Allison slid down so that she was looking up at Remy and caressing the back of the girl's thighs and ass. "Remy Hadley…are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting?" She asked as she grabbed the dominating woman's hips and rolled her own into the brunette's as she did so.

"Do you think that I'm suggesting a sex off?" She looked up then back down to the blonde, "pun intended…"

Allison guffawed, "HAHAhahmm," she covered her mouth.

Remy cocked an eyebrow, "Are you laughing at me?" her face turned dangerously serious.

Allison in turn stopped laughing and turned serious too, "What are you gonna do about it?" She raised a brow in challenge, and mirrored Remy's look.

"I'm gonna get the sex off underway." She said as she zoomed in and started biting and nipping on Allison's neck as she moved her hand to the hem of her lover's shirt up. She started palming Allison's breast as her other hand made it to the top of her pants and began pulling them off.

Allison sighed and hummed out, "That sounds like the best idea ever…Oh! Mmm. Baby!"

~0~0~

The next morning, Remy and Allison graced House, Cuddy, and Rachel with their presence already dressed and ready to go.

When they walked into the kitchen, the other three were at the table eating breakfast.

"Good morning ladies." Dr. Cuddy said as she took a sip of her coffee.

"Good morning Cuddy." Remy said.

"Good morning Lisa." Allison said at the same time.

"Did you have a good time last night?" She asked with a Cheshire grin.

"Ohh, almost as much as you and House." Thirteen stated, barely containing a laugh.

Allison hit her in the gut, "Yes we did, thank you. And, I trust you did too is what she meant." She smiled as she turned back to Cuddy.

"Oh. I don't know…I think you guys made more noise…" House started, "I mean not that I really mind listening to three women moa—" Cuddy stood and covered his mouth with her hand.

"Don't you dare finish that sentence…because in some way it will be twisted seeing that one of the three women is your ex, one of the three women is your girlfriend and your boss, and one of the three women is your subordinate." She looked over at Rachel and asked, "You ready to go little girl?"

"Yeah." She hopped off her high chair and ran to get her bag, then stood by her mom.

The other two women stood there smiling and laughing at House for doing as told as he and the Cuddys made their way out of the house. He however, wasn't going to take this, so he hit their legs with his cane.

"Ow! Hey! Where're you guys going? It's Sunday…" Remy asked after he hit her.

"The park." Rachel said over her mother's shoulder, "You wanna come?" She started bouncing excitedly.

They looked at each other, then over to House and Cuddy to make sure it was okay. "Sure." They shrugged and walked towards the door with them.

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Monday, Thirteen and Cameron didn't act any differently than they had before because they didn't want to be maximum bitches and rub their relationship in Chase's face.

Towards the end of the day, Allison text Thirteen telling her that she should just go home with House and Cuddy because the ER was busy and she's be late. Thirteen of course told her that she could come help, but Cameron refused and told her to head on and she'd be home a little later.

About an hour after her lover and pseudo-family left, the rush had died down, and she was able to go. She decided that she wanted to refill some of the stations with supplies and made her way to the storage closet.

She had kicked the foot down on the door so she didn't have to turn on the light, but when the door shut she wished that she had gone ahead and turned it on…the foot was loose and sometimes didn't hold. So, she started making her way to the light switch, but the lights turned on, and before her, blocking her way to exit, was Dr. Robert Chase.

He stood there, not doing or saying anything. He just had his arms folded and stared at her.

She stared at him wide eyed. She didn't have a good feeling about the situation she had just put herself in. "Look. Chase, I don't kno—"

"Shut up Cameron." He said, still not moving. He looked down then back up, "I would just like to know what the hell I did to you. I mean, what did I do that was so awful that would cause you to steal the woman that I have found since you left me? I mean WOMAN Cameron! Really? You're not gay!" He took a step closer to her and dopped his arms

She stared at him with tears in her eyes, "I didn't steal her Chase. You know that. She isn't your thing, she's not a claim or anything like that. She's a person and she doesn't love you…Let's be honest Chase. You don't love her either; you're just vindictive of who she left you for." She started gaining confidence and walked toward him, "You would have been noble if she left you for anyone else, but because it's me you have to act like this pithy son of a bitch that's never been told 'no' and you can't handle it. You can't handle that your ex-wife that never told you exactly how sexually open she was and your bi-sexual ex-fiancée have found love in each—Ow! Oh holy God!" It was the last thing Cameron saw coming from her Australian ex-husband. But, when the loud pop thundered around the room and she hit the shelving behind her, and felt the instant stinging on her cheek from his hand, she knew that he did this least expected act.

He held her stare for a little bit the turned, opened the door and walked out.

"He really just bitch slapped me." She whispered to herself in disbelief as she slid down the shelving. She sat there holding her face for a little bit and staring at nothing.

She could feel that it was already bruising as she made her way to the locker room. She grabbed her over night bag and went to the sink. She flinched as she took in her reflection. She was right about that already bruising business. It was open palmed, but he's a big scary man when he wants to be. She thought as she started evaluating how she was going to hide it. Ooooooooh, when House or Remy see this…

Alright…there's the next installment. I know, I know, why do I always have Chase hit someone? Well….I don't know, I think it's because of Funny People. You know when they get in the fight? I just think of that when I think of Chase getting screwed….which is what I usually do to him…Anyways..I don't think that I actually had anything based on The L Word this time…so, as always let me know what you think..because it makes me happy.

Oh, PS, sorry but this one isn't edited, so if there are any mistakes….my bad!