HEY! So here's Ch.6, i hope it's long enough haha. Just kind of furthers the plot a little bit. Please excuse any typos and please please pLeAsE PLEASE review!
"Doctor!.. uh.. Thirteen!"
The tall brunette was walking toward the staff room in desperate need of coffee when she heard her name being called. She didn't have to turn to recognize the perpetually slightly confused voice of Doctor Kutner. The voice, coupled with the sound of awkward feet trotting on the linoleum floor, trying to catch her long strides.
"Hey, Thirteen," said Kutner when he finally gained pace. "I missed you in the patient's room. I was wondering about House's patient. Are we supposed to sit in on those consultations or are we supposed to focus on getting our person's underwear?"
"Well," said Thirteen as the pair arrived at the staff room, "In my experience, whichever is the most ridiculous and humiliating, do that one first." As she spoke, she walked deftly to the coffee maker with Kutner following behind her like a shadow.
"Great." Kutner said with a touch of sarcasm. "But I don't see how I'm supposed to get my person. Especially this late... Who do you have?" He finished with a strange tilt to his voice, watching Thirteen try to find a cup for her coffee.
"I'm not sure who he is," she said. When she couldn't find a cup, Kutner began searching with her. Finding one, he held it up proudly. Reaching to take it, he rejected her with many, "oh no, I'll get it"s. He then nodded for her to continue talking. "Uh. Yes. But his name is Robert Chase?"
"Doctor Chase?" Said Kutner with disbelief. "Are you kidding me? He's the head surgeon! And he's Australian and tall and blonde, and- and- well. You know, he's just um.." here he trailed off, catching sight of Thirteen's facial expression of surprise mixed with amusement. "He's just Dr. Chase." said Kutner feebly, ending with an awkward throat clear.
A few seconds passed in strange silence while Thirteen blew on her coffee, and Kutner leaned strangely against the sink in the staff room, having no apparent motivation to leave or break the silence. After Thirteen counted to 10, she finally broke the silence with a strained, "So.. who did you get from the draw?" And casually started to take a sip of coffee.
"I don't know. Doctor Allison Cameron?"
Thirteen almost spit out her coffee. Without even realizing it, her masked slipped slightly. Kutner observed her eyes grow a little wider, and her shoulders shake as she coughed on her inhaled liquid.
"Geez," Kutner said concerned, reaching out to her. "Are you alright?"
"Oh yeah," Thirteen coughed out. "Oh yeah, I'm fine. Just fine." She waved his out stretched away. "Just uh, are you sure...uh. Never mind." Remembering who she was supposed to be, she cleared her throat and collected herself. "It's just that I..." and here she trailed off, a small smile growing on her face as she stared past Kutner's shoulder.
"Well hello there Doctor Thirteen," came a feminine voice from behind Kutner, making him jump.
Spinning around, he was met by one of the prettiest women he had probably ever seen. She was blonde. But not in the trashy way that most women were. There was a keen glint in her eye that told him she was extremely intelligent, but with deep compassion. Unlike Thirteen, whose features could never be categorized as simply cute or pretty, but slyly gorgeous. Turning back again, he watched Thirteen's face closely. She kept her emotions masked, if there were any. But she had a strange look on her face and instead of straightening to attention, her face melted into a lazy smirk and she rolled her weight to rest one hip on the counter.
Dr. Cameron could hardly handle her work. She had stayed up late combing patient files, signing charts and filling out paper work, and only stopped when she noticed the clock on her wall read a quarter past four. Shit! She thought, and flew to her bed where she promptly passed out. Now that she was being forced to focus, she realized she had even forgotten to hail the God of Another Late Night, the coffee machine. Signaling to the head nurse she was leaving for her break, the woman nodded her head in acknowledgment and with that, Cameron left.
Walking down the sterile hallway towards the ER coffee station, she had a sudden urge to go to the diagnostics floor for coffee. Unsure of where she found the motivation, Cameron turned on her heel and started up the other way. As she walked, she found herself wondering where Doctor Thirteen might have been. After a few moments passed, she rounded the door frame and almost stopped in her tracks. The delicious smell of freshly brewed coffee emitted from from the room, where an even more delicious doctor was in the middle of a sentence. Delicious? Cameron thought to herself, Okay where exactly did that come from? Shaking it off, she stepped more into the room, trying to make eye contact with Thirteen. Another doctor was standing in between them, but the tall brunette finally locked eyes with Allison and stopped speaking, her mouth curving upwards in the most sensual smile.
Coming up from behind the doctor she didn't know, she reached for the coffee mugs and said casually, " Well hello there Doctor Thirteen."
The other doctor, not having heard her walking up from behind him, turned around. He had a wide, kind face. It was the face of a child, with puppyish features and deep, chocolate brown eyes that were currently wide, to match an open mouth.
"Doctor," said Thirteen with a smiling tilt to her voice, "What graces us with your presence? Did someone poison the ER's coffee?"
"No," Cameron replied cheekily. "I was just in the mood for something forbidden and figured this was the second best choice." Here she winked at Thirteen when she said the word "Second"
"Well if you're looking for forbidden, you've come to the right girl." Thirteen whipped back. "I can get you a plastic baggie full of crystal meth, a speedball, or..." she lowered her voice and pretended to look around seriously "Or... I could get you a cup of coffee... but you didn't hear it from me."
Cameron laughed out loud. Still laughing she said, "I think I'll take you up on the coffee."
"Well it's not exactly a rare drug, that coffee." Interjected Kutner with a nervous chuckle. Focusing her eyes on the Indian doctor, Cameron realized she had been completely ignoring him. Forcing a laugh at his lame attempt at a joke, she said, "I'm very sorry. Hi. I'm Allison Cameron. I work in the... hey are you alright?"
This strange, child looking doctor had drained of colour and his lips had drawn close together. His posture softened from his previously rigid stance, and he clumsily stuck out his hand and said, "Hi. Kutner. Is me. I'm Kutner. Uh. Doctor Kutner.. House is my boss. Thirteen is my.. co-working intern. We intern together... I'm an inter.. andd... i'm done talking now."
Shaking his hand, she stared at him for a second because he had taken a particular interest in the floor. When she had shaken it, she tried to pull her hand away only to find him still firmly attached. Looking up at Thirteen for help, she saw the younger doctor shaking with fits of laughter, a hand pressed to her mouth, almost crying this suppressed laughter. Glaring at the brunette, she tried unsuccessfully once more to politely get her hand back. This time giving Thirteen the true evil eye, the taller doctor finally got the message and interjected.
"Uh.. Doctor Kutner? I think Doctor Cameron will need her hand back sometime today."
Finally jerking out of his trance, he stammered an apology and mumbled something about needing to go home and get some rest. Turning, he practically ran past Cameron and out the door.
"Well that was..." Cameron began.
"Kutner." Thirteen said.
"I guess so." Laughed Cameron. Taking a sip of the coffee she thought of something, "And what the hell is a speedball?" Thirteen laughed once and shurgged. "I heard it from my dealer."
"So House is selling to the general public now?" quipped Cameron.
"No, only for his favourite toys." said Thirteen with a particularly loaded eyebrow arch. Cameron sympathized. "What's he got you working on this time? Has anyone been hosed down again?"
"Not yet." chuckled Thirteen.
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