Don't Ever Change

Foreman and Thirteen were sitting in the MRI lab with Roz, their latest patient, who happened to be a party girl in the music business turned Hasidic Jew, "Good symmetrical activity in both hemispheres." Thirteen announced.

"Caudal structures look okay. She hasn't changed?" Foreman asked her referring to her earlier statement in the DD, "Sex, drugs, rock and roll, the six hundred rules of God are all in there somewhere."

She turned to her coworker from looking at the screen, "We oversimplify people. It's how the human mind works. Everything's on or off. Everything's got a... category."

"You don't like it. You don't wanna be... oversimplified." Foreman leaned in to the mic, "Roz, move your right leg."

"No one can describe themselves in ten words. Why would we wanna hear anyone else do it?"

"So you keep it a mystery. No categories if no one knows anything."

"Do you think maybe you're oversimplifying me now?"

"No. I'm sure you have many reasons to keep yourself a mystery, besides the fact that you're bisexual."

Thirteen turned quickly and gawked at him. She didn't know what to say.

"Uh, denial would have worked before the long, vacant stare." He gave her a look before turning back to the microphone once more, "Roz, move your left leg just an inch." He looked back to her, "I saw the way you and Cameron were looking at each other… And," He chuckled a bit, "I know she's gay."

"Cameron's gay?" Thirteen tried to act like she had no idea.

Foreman gave her a look, "She's into women more than you, that's for sure… She's probably more into women than Chase and Wilson combined." He laughed, "But you already knew that." He gave her a pointed look.

Thirteen stared back at him surprised, but nodded slightly to let him know that he did indeed know it.

Foreman nodded before getting back to their earlier conversation, "People who have a problem with boxes are people who don't fit in them."

She laughed at him, "You've been working for House for a long time."

"No need for name calling." He smirked back at her.

After a long pause Thirteen decided to make sure of something, "I would ask if this was gonna be lunchtime gossip, but lucky for me..."

"I don't give a damn." He glanced back at her, "And I like Cameron. She's my friend."

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Thirteen, Taub, and Yonatan, Roz's new husband were on the other side of a sauna chamber. Thirteen decided to explain what was going to happen to maybe take a little weight off Yonatan, "As the chamber heats up, Roz's body temperature should also rise, making her sweat and turning the powder purple. No change in color means no sweating, which means her central nervous system is damaged."

Yonatan started to fidget, "I shouldn't see her like this."

"We could have a diagnosis as soon as she comes out of the chamber. It might be better if you stayed."

He turned away, "It's disrespectful. I'm sure she imagined the first time her husband would see her bare like this would be... celebrating the marriage?"

"Given the circumstances, I think Roz would sacrifice modesty to have you with her."

He turned and looked at Thirteen, "Please. Don't do that."

Thirteen knit her brows in confusion, "What? I-I-I think it's nice that you're here. I think..."

"You think it's sweet. That I care for her modesty, but that it's archaic and ultimately irrelevant." She tried to interject, but he continued on, "Our traditions aren't just blind rituals. They... they mean something. They-they have purpose." He paused, "I respect my wife. And I respect her body."

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After figuring out that the entire time it had been a floating kidney, House turned to Thirteen after letting Yonatan and Roz know that they were going to get an ultrasound to confirm, then it would be a couple hours of surgery before she was better. He stared at his female duckling a moment before, "You do it both ways, right?"

Thirteen's eyes shot up, wide with shock, "What?"

"The ultrasound. You do it standing up and lying down." He gave her a look and said 'innocently', "What else would I mean?"

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"The last box." Allison jumped up and down as Remy entered their apartment and set the box down.

"The last box." Remy grinned and held her hand out for Allison to take, which she did happily. Remy started a slow dance; only they heard the music and knew beat. She kissed Allison's shoulder, "Do you think I respect you enough?" She asked.

"What?"

"Yonatan just got me thinking is all… He's so sweet and so faithful… and one of the things he said really got to me…"

"And that thing was?"

"'I respect my wife. And I respect her body.'" The brunette cocked her head to the side, "He had just finished talking about how their religion was full of traditions, but the traditions all had meaning…"

"Baby…" Allison took Remy's face in her, "Just because we don't have a religion, and just because don't have all that many traditions doesn't make our life meaningless." She kissed her, "You give my life meaning with every damn breath you breath… and you know it."

Remy grinned and tried to lean passed Allison's hands for another kiss… She was successful, "I love you."

"There's meaning right there." Allison grinned with another kiss, "I love you too."