Chase didn't come into work the next day. Actually, he didn't show up the rest of the week. When he did come in the Monday after the fact, House brooded in his office and practically ate his ass for a meaningless snack when they spoke, and Thirteen…Thirteen didn't say anything. She flared her nostrils when he first came in and she'd grunt one syllables while he was in the room. She could not stand him. She sat there imagining him gouging his eyes out with an ice pick…she knew it was harsh, but she couldn't help her horror movied-to the maxed out brain of hers.

When Cameron saw that he had come in that day, she treated him with the same respect she always had, the same respect she treats everyone. She greeted him with compassion, which, in complete honesty, made him feel like the biggest jackass on the face of the earth…He had already felt bad, but now…Fuck! But they couldn't know how he felt.

Thirteen and Cameron were in the cafeteria eating lunch, debating on who was going to go get House's meal before they parted ways, "I got it last time." Thirteen said.

"He's your boss!" Cameron retorted, "Besides, I made dinner last night!" She added to her argument.

Thirteen pursed her lips and looked up, trying not to smile at her girlfriend when she saw and…awkward site, "What the hell?" She said a little to excited.

"What?—Oh my God!" Cameron saw what Thirteen was staring at. "Is that Chase?" She asked.

"Uh huh." Thirteen couldn't look away.

"With a girl?" Cameron was in the same state of shock.

"Most definitely…" Thirteen had yet to blink because of what they were seeing.

"Is she…?" Cameron couldn't even get the words out.

"Giving him a hand job under the table?...Yup." Thirteen finished for her.

"Gross!" Cameron said.

"Gross?" This made Thirteen look to her, "We've had sex here…and I heard you had sex with him back in the day…" She eyed the blonde woman with a smirk.

"Well…shit. Okay, I'll give you that, but that!" She pointed to the horny couple center stage, "That's gross!" She had her nostrils flared and she was laughing a little bit.

"Put your hand down; he's gonna see you!" Thirteen grabbed her girlfriend's arm and held onto it.

Cameron gasped, "They're getting up come on!" She said wanting to follow them.

"NO!" The brunette laughed at her, "Let's get House's lunch." She said as she sauntered over to the sandwich counter, but there was no line and they already had House's lunch ready…there was nothing she could do to get out of what she was about to do.

"Can we go now?" Cameron asked as she took the sandwich off the counter and stalked over to the men's room…where Chase and that bimbo had gone.

"Oh Jesus!" Remy mumbled under her breath, "So…" she looked at the blonde, shorter doctor, "What do we do now?" She was staring at the door by this point.

"I'm not sure…I don't want to go in there!" Cameron stated with a disgusted face.

All Thirteen did was stare at her…trying not to laugh. She kept a pretty good straight face. "Why…?" She started.

"Because he shouldn't be—"

"Shouldn't be sleeping around with women?" Thirteen interrupted her. She raised her brows at her girlfriend, "You don't think he deserves this? He hit you, Al, and you don't think he deserves to be fucked by some floozy in the bathroom? Are you serious?"

"First of all!" Cameron pointed a finger at the taller woman in a tone that more or less was supposed to be intimidating, but failed quite miserably, "Word choice." She grinned that Cameron grin at her lover.

"Yeah, you liked that?" Thirteen was grinning back at her.

"Yeah. Floozy? Who knew I'd ever like that word." She suddenly turned serious again, "And second of all…" She scrunched her face, "Yes! For all the same reasons I've stated before…I mean, Babe…" She took Remy's shoulders, "We" she motioned between the two of them, "We are the reason he thinks he has to resort to…floozy-ing his cares away, when let's face it, he's a relationship kind of guy. He's not gonna be able to handle this for much longer…"

"I know, they've been in there for like..five minutes already." Remy was joking, but when Al caught on to what she was saying she hit her arm and started to scold, "Shh! The door's opening!" She waved her arms around to silence the blonde, which in reality, just made her jumpy.

The floozy in question walked out of the now open doorway, wiping her mouth, grinning. Needless to say Cameron and Thirteen gasped and turned into each other, then stared at her.

"Niki?" Remy asked in surprise.

The girl in question was going to respond, but Chase walked out right after her. Still grinning she turned to him and kissed him before looking at Remy, "Hey, Remy." She said as she took a couple steps toward her and leaned into the brunette, "It's been a long time." She gave her obviously mastered flirtatious smile.

"Yeah…it has." Remy stared at her blankly, then reached for her blonde counterpart, "This is Cameron…Allison…my girlfriend."

Niki turned to her, "Hi, I'm Niki." She said as she looked Cameron up and down, "You must be special…for her to use the word girlfriend, let alone think it…" She shook her head instead of finishing her sentence; Cameron just pasted a fake smile and willed her to leave. Niki then turned back to Chase, "So, I'll see you later?" She winked at him.

"Yeah." He looked at her hazily, "Of course."

Cameron and Thirteen watched her walk away…along with Chase, before turning back to him, "Are you serious?" They both said at the same time.

"What?" His face immediately scrunched with anger.

"You're really going for the casual re-lay-me-ship with her?" Cameron let her arm swing and point to where the woman had just left.

"You have a problem with that?" He raised his brows.

"Yes! That is stupid and pathetic…And," She was searching for words, "You're…not. So don't do this. Don't date her!" She finished.

"Why? Did you like what you saw? You want a whack at her now? You seem to have a knack for taking away things I like…especially women!" He huffed out a quick breath, "Is that what's going to happen? You're gonna take away every woman I date now because you want them since apparently you're gay now?" They had been getting closer and closer to each other and at this point they were all in each other's faces.

"Hey whoa, whoa." Thirteen stepped, or tried to step, in between them, "Let's keep it on the high road okay?" She looked at Chase.

"Oh shut the fuck up!" He stared at both of them, then turned just to Thirteen, "You know…you're not the only cheater. I was sleeping with her before we broke up just like you were sleeping with Cameron!"

Thirteen's nostrils flared, she didn't raise her voice, she kept herself calm and cool, "So, you made me feel awful, you berated me and told me I was a fucking cunt and held me in our apartment so you could do those things repeatedly for five hours, and the whole fucking time, you were doing the same thing?"

"Yeah!" He had a wicked grin on his face.

Thirteen's jaw jutted, and she reached for the sack that Cameron was still holding, "I'm going upstairs because if I don't, shit is going to not only hit the fan but the entire fucking ceiling and walls…it's gonna be like a fucking ass-plosion everywhere." She bit her bottom lip and walked away.

Cameron was staring at the man she was once married to and wondered what happened to the good she saw. Then she recalled a conversation she had with him about his father. "You hate me. I understand, but all this hate…it's toxic." She said it in the same way she said it before then started to walk away.

"So you've said." He said, looking up at her retreating form, but it stopped.

She turned and walked back to him, "If you were cheating on her, then why was it such a big deal that she was cheating on you? Why did I have to get bitch slapped?" She had her hands on her hips.

"It's the principle of the thing." He said, "If one is going to cheat…to commit that act, then it shouldn't be with an ex of either party, especially with the ex-wife of the fiancé." He stared holes into her.

"Niki is obviously an ex of Remy's…" Cameron crossed her arms and shifted her weight to one leg.

Chase only shrugged, "What's done is done." He said, not looking at her.

The light bulb went off in Cameron's mind, "You didn't cheat on her." She stated. His head immediately shot up, and this made Cameron point with a knowing grin forming, "You didn't!" Then her face fell, "You just wanted to hurt her." She went back to her clenching state. "You are such an asshole." She shook her head and went upstairs.

~0~0~

Cameron went up to the Diagnostics office and sat down in Remy's lap without giving it a second thought—ignoring the fact that Taub and Foreman, who didn't know what was going on, were sitting across from Remy. She was mad as hell, but at the same time phlegmatic, stoic.

Remy wrapped her arms around her and held her close, "What'd he say to you?" She asked as she looked up.

Allison shook her head with pursed lips, "Chase is a stupid fuck." She stated. "He didn't cheat on you, by the way." She sighed out, "He just wanted you to feel the pain."

Thirteen turned her head in wonder. She knew he didn't, but she did feel the pain he wanted her to feel. "Boys are dumb." She said as she held the blonde tighter.

Cameron grinned and leaned down to kiss her. They held it longer than they should have…oh well.

At this point, House walked in, "Where the hell's my lunch? It's like 2:30!" He started at the necking couple.

Thirteen gave him a cocked eyebrow, yet completely blank stare, "It's on your desk." She said in a flat voice.

"Oh." He said, then changed the subject. "What wrong?"

"You are too intuitive for your own good, Papa Bear." Cameron said with a grin.

"Yeah…besides, it's our issue." Thirteen was biting her lips and flaring her nostrils, trying not to laugh at the fact that Cameron just did the one thing she said to never do…talk to him or reference him any differently than she did before. But the blonde couldn't help it, that's what they called him when he got protective.

House glared at the pair then turned and walked back to his office.

"I feel like I'm in the twilight zone." Taub stated as he went back to his medical journal since the show had ended.

"Mhmm." Foreman returned to his newspaper.

AN: Okay, I realize that no one is really reading this anymore, but I need to finish it for myself. I have been asked to write a sequel for 9021-WTF?, so that will be my next project. I have one more chapter of this story which I'm going to try to get up by the end of the week…then again, I don't know why I'm letting everyone know because no one's reading…habit I guess. Anyways…I'm too lazy to do the reference thing, if you are still reading this, and you want to know or clarify…PM me, or review me!