Never moving. Ever. Allison Cameron thought to herself. And why would she? She had the silkiest of silks in between her skin and the mattress, golden sunlight perfectly hitting her face without blinding her, a bed so soft clouds would be jealous, and wrapped around her back, the delicious heat of Thirteen.
Wait. WHAT WAS THAT?
Snapping her eyes open, and careful not to jolt in her realization, Cameron carefully took stock of her surroundings. She was in Thirteen's bedroom. Yes. She was wearing Thirteen's clothes. Yes. She was in her bed. Yes. With her own arm cradling Thirteen's hand between her own. Yes. Spooning. Yes. Loving every second of it. Yes.
Cameron shocked even herself with her last realization, and didn't really want to dwell on it. Fortunately, or unfortunately, this was the moment that Thirteen chose to start stirring.
Shit shit shit shit, she's waking up. What do I do?
Making a panic decision, Cameron lay perfectly still and decided to let Thirteen deal with the situation they had apparently gotten themselves into.
The sheets rustle, and there's a stifled sort of moan in the back of Thirteen's throat that makes Cameron smile widely before quickly rechecking herself and falling back into her faux-relaxed state.
Thirteen shifts closer and nudges her nose closer into Cameron's hair, and heavily breathes in and out. Her whole body stiffens and her arm, draped over the older doctor's waist raises a fraction of an inch as if on instinct.
The quietest, "shit" is heard and if takes concentration not to smile a little. Slowly, as if not to wake Cameron, the brunette retracts her arm and starts moving away. Finally, after a few tense moments, Thirteen's feet are heard hitting the floor and padding quietly across the carpet. The soft sound of the door being opened and closed reaches Cameron's ears and she lets out a huge breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. Rolling on her back, she stares at the ceiling.
Shaking off the creeping thoughts of, "What the hell is going on?" the blonde doctor sits up and rolls out of bed, making her way to the kitchen she had walked through the night before.
Remy Hadley is a morning person. This is the statement that Dr. Cameron was forced to come to upon entering the sizzling and smoking kitchen. Observing the doctor standing among a shiny mess of tomatoes, egg shells, and frying pans; Cameron couldn't help but smile at Thirteen mumbling to herself and working over a pan.
"Hey there," Cameron said, startling the younger doc out of her cooking- induced haze.
"Oh hey. Good morning." Thirteen said awkwardly.
Observing her slightly tense posture, she laughed. "Relax there, Rem. I'm not gonna bite."
The brunette laughed once, and shifted to one foot, and scratched her back, not really knowing what to do with herself.
Cameron tried again,"Hey, if you really think this is awkward, imagine if we had slept together. That would be tense."
That did the trick. Relaxing, the taller woman full out laughed, "Well if that were the case, we could even take it to the office and watch House wet himself with excitement."
"Oh Jesus, wouldn't that just be hilarious? Imagine the rumours that would go around!"
"Well they probably will anyways. I mean, your car is still in the lot and knowing House, he'll have secret cameras installed into the entire building just to monitor our lives. Be prepared to be interrogated." Here Thirteen fixed Cameron with a serious face which had the blonde cracking up.
After that, they fell into easy conversation about this and that, Cameron exclaiming in shock and delight over the food Thirteen had created out of thin air, chatting easily over clinking plates.
"Well I should probably get ready for my daily dose of abuse," the blonde doctor commented heavily, reluctant to the idea of leaving a comfortable atmosphere. Looking around slightly, she jolted upon finding the kitchen timer. "Oh shit! We've both got 30 minutes to get to the hospital!"
Thirteen's eyes widened, mirroring Cameron's 'Oh shit' expression.
Flying through the younger woman's apartment, through some act of a miracle, the two women found themselves ready and in Thirteen's car on time and jetting to Princeton Plainsborough.
"It's Goldenhar Syndrome."
"No, it's gotta be Hepatolintarticular Degeneration."
"House? Would you like to separate the children and just tell us who's right? I'm getting a migraine," Taub said exhaustively, looking from Kutner to Amber.
Said doctor paused in his consideration and sat up straight from his previously relaxed position with his feet on the glass conference table.
"Sure. Just as soon as Thirteen and Cameron explain to me why they both showed up late, Cameron's car never leaving the lot, and with her wearing clothes too long for her."
Cameron rolled her eyes while Thirteen didn't even look up from the folder in front of her.
"House, don't be ridiculous. It's Cameron!" Kutner stated with a slight edge of something to his voice.
"Precisely. Which is why I'm wary of her rebounding into Thirty-One's dirty, play it hard and fast lifestyle. Looking for a little company at night, Camie?" House inquired devilishly.
Cameron held back a scoff and deadpanned, "Yes House, yes. We are secretly sleeping with each other. We have been for the past two years, and are currently looking at sperm donors.
Her sarcasm scorned for a heartbeat before Thirteen chimed, "Just so you know, we were on time."
Cameron barely held back a huge grin at the brunette's dry comment and fixed House with a 'really?' look.
Without breaking eye contact with the blonde, House narrowed his eyes, "Amber. Do a victory lap, and on your way, break the bad news to the parents of our patient."
Amber, previously irritated to find that the conversation had once again turned to perving on Thirteen, brightened considerably and brisked out of the room. Kutner pouted and sat back in his chair. Taub, once again, looked bored and uninterested in his surroundings.
"All of you, go home. I'm tired of looking at all the joy. It's blinding." The crippled doctor barked out. "Be here bright and early tomorrow for our next thrilling case. And don't forget your current missions." He said, leveling a stare around at the occupants of the room.
As the doctors all got up to file out and leave, he shouted out, "Oh and Cameron, you might want to be the mommy. Your replacement over there has crappy DNA. You wouldn't want a little Camteen baby coming out with that. There might be a problem there."
Without missing a beat, Thirteen cut in for Dr. Cameron and replied cooly, "So far, I've had no problem coming at all."
"In spite of her crappy DNA," added the older doctor by her side.
Leaving everyone in the room to help each other pick their jaws up off of the floor, the women calmly walked out and around the corner.
As soon as they reached the end of the hallways and into the doctor's lounge, one look at each other and they both dissolved into heavy peals of laughter. Clutching at each other, and holding the counter to keep themselves upright, the two doctors desperately tried to settle down.
"Did you see House's face?" Thirteen tried to state through laughs.
"Are you kidding me? I was trying not to bust up at what you said. That was pure genius!"
"'In spite her crappy DNA?' That was a cherry on top of the whole thing!"
Once again, the two women erupted into mirth. Only until an awkward -ahem- was heard, did they feel the need to silence themselves.
Standing awkwardly as ever, in the doorway, was Dr. Kutner.
"Uh. Uh h-hi." He stammered, intimidated by the twin stares of the two females. "Hi." he tried again, "I was just wondering if I could have a word with Thirteen. I-I mean, uh, Dr. Hadley."
"Certainly." Was the reply from the grey eyed doctor.
Leaving Cameron without a word, she stepped back out into the hallway, Kutner close on her heels.
Stopping and turning to look at the doe eyed man, she waited patiently for him to speak.
Deciding to come outright with it, Kutner drew a breath in and breathed out, "So, I need to ask a favour of you."
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With Love, Konstantine