The Social Contract

"Are you sure you understand?" Thirteen asked as she and Foreman walked Nick into the MRI room.

"No, I'm lying. Except I can't." He hopped onto the table and looked at her, "You ask questions. While I talk, you look at my brain activity to see where it's screwed up. Then you're gonna cut the screwed up part out to test it. It's depressing, but it's not rocket science."

Foreman smirked, "I think he understands."

Nick looked at Thirteen, "I don't mean to be abrasive. Especially since you're such a pleasure to image naked. Again, sorry." He looked down in shame.

She kept her face blank, "It's okay."

"Thank you for understanding. I do, you know." He looked at her, obviously imagining her naked again, "Really, my apologies. This stuff just comes out."

"It's okay." She said again.

At this moment, Cuddy walked in, "House paged."

Nick sat up straight from being helped to lie down, "Whoa, I would do her in a minute with fudge and a cherry on top." Cuddy's eyes widened, offended, and Nick looked back to Foreman and over to Thirteen, "Would someone please explain to this woman? There's only so many apologies—"

"He has frontal lobe disinhibition." Thirteen explained.

Nick looked at Cuddy, "I've already embarrassed myself with one doctor, whom I am at this moment imagining, with you in a king-sized bed, with a mirror on the ceiling." He looked as if he hated himself, "I am so, so sorry. But if I couldn't have both of you together, you would definitely be my first choice."

Cuddy stared at Nick a bit longer before, "Where's House?"

"It's like trying not to think of an elephant. Not that you're an elephant. Your breasts, in fact, are all homo sapiens—"

Foreman shoved Nick down on the table, trying to help the dude out, "House isn't here." He looked at his boss.

"Oh, he wouldn't have paged me if he couldn't watch and enjoy the—" she trailed off as she looked into the darkened control room only to see House push the light switch. She shook her head and turned to leave.

Nick, lying on the table stared at her ass, "Your tush is like the pistons in a Ferrari."

Cuddy paused and shook her head before she left.

~0~0~0~0~0~

Foreman, Thirteen, Cameron, Chase… and Chase's girlfriend—Yes. Girlfriend. Everyone was shocked, but they, especially good ol' Camteen, were happy to hear this news. And they were very happy for Chase, him and nurse Karen, she had worked with him a lot in the OR and that's how it all got started… that and a drink too many at the Christmas party. They made a lovely couple.

They were all gathered around a lunch table. They had just finished relaying the entire story of the MRI experience.

Cameron laughed the whole way through and leaned into Thirteen, "I hope you know your pistons are second to none."

Thirteen turned and looked straight ahead and shook her head, "I'm okay. I'm not jealous of Cuddy's pistons."

"You sure? You looked upset." Foreman asked with a smirk.

Thirteen turned to him and pointed a finger, "What he was saying was obnoxious."

Foreman knit his brows, "You've never been called attractive?"

"Doctor Cameron, I am surprised…" Chase said with a smirk, "With the way you'd speak of your girlfriend before we knew you're girlfriend…" He trailed off.

"Robert!" Karen gave him a playfully scolding look.

"Yeah, Robert!" Cameron pointedly used his first name as well, "Shut up! Listen to the undertone of your girlfriend's scolding!" She turned to Karen, "I love having you around, by the way… Remy and I can only tolerate so much." She glared back at Chase, faux angry, making the newer couple and everyone else at the table laugh.

"Besides… He didn't call me attractive. He cast me in his mental porno." Thirteen said blatantly.

Everyone laughed and then to everyone's surprised, Karen piped up, "That's what attractive means. It means 'I'm attracted to you, sexually.'"

Cameron raised her brows and laughed again, "The woman has a point, Babe…" She gave her lady a look, telling her that she's known her a lot longer than anyone else and she knows that that is exactly what used to qualify as 'attractive' for her.

Thirteen stared directly at her girlfriend, knowing what she was saying between the lines and leaned into her, "Attracted can also mean 'I'm attracted to the whole package, to who you are.'"

Foreman interjected, "It could. It never does. It's what women choose to hear, not what men, or women, say."

Thirteen spun around to Foreman, "Actually, it's exactly what men and women say if they have any brains…" She looked back to Allison, "That's what this one taught me before she decided to go back to slutty side."

Allison gasped and punched Remy's arm.

"Ow!"

"I would like an ice cream sandwich please." The blonde smiled at her sweetly.

"You just hit me! I am not going to get you—"

"If you want to be cast in my mental porno ever again, you will get me an ice cream sandwich—and by mental porno I mean have sex." Allison spoke quietly in her ear.

"You've convinced me." She stood up and started to walk away then turned to find all eyes, even their soon to be best friend nurse Karen's eyes on her ass, "What are you looking at?"

"Your pistons, Sweet Pea." Allison smirked.