The brunette doctor stared at her dark-skinned coworker, waiting for him to grow the balls to actually get out whatever favour has him so worked up over. After taking a deep and steadying breath, Kutner squared his shoulders and started.
"So, I think it's safe to say that you and Dr. Cameron have been getting kind of close lately.." He trailed off. When Thirteen folded her arms and kept waiting, he continued, "I mean, you eat lunch with her, you actually laugh sometimes when you're around her, and, ya know, seem to... not scare the living daylights out of her."
Here, she arched an eyebrow that had the man backtracking to the point. "So I was just wondering if you would do me a favour with her. Because, I've hardly ever talked to her, and I can barely really make eye contact with her, and I think that maybe you and I could be considered friends-"
"Kutner!" Thirteen interrupted. "What do you want?"
Taking a moment to gauge her actual mood, the young man found no real hostility in her posture and face, and decided it was time to cut the shit and bite the bullet.
"Willyoupleasegetherunderwear formebecauseIamwaytooscaredt odoit," Kutner flowed out in one uneven breath.
"Okay, what?" Thirteen asked.
"Will you get Cameron's underwear for me?" Kutner questioned, this time a little bit pleading.
Thirteen blinked, trying to comprehend the audacity of this doughy and innocent intern. Just as she was about to open her mouth to try and tell him, what? No? Yes?, he spoke up with a desperate air.
"I'll get Chase's for you?! House told me the underwear is due next week and I can get Chase's!"
She raised both her eyebrows this time. That was something to consider. She had never really talked to Chase, only in polite passing or when he was needed for a consult. And the only way for her to get his underwear was either in a situation where his underwear was off or where she had to steal it. Both those options aren't terribly appealing to her, something no doubt House had done intentionally.
"Deal."
"Wait, what?"
Wait, what? Thirteen surprised herself with her own reflex answer. As she tried to rationalize it in her own head, she spoke out loud to Kutner.
"It only makes sense that this is easier for the both of us." Kutner was nodding along. "One rule though: No telling anyone else, and especially not House."
Nodding emphatically, Kutner allowed himself a small victory smile. Feeling brave he dared to try his last goal.
"Since this is top secret business.." Thirteen rolled her eyes at his playful/serious tone. "Then it would only make sense to have a top secret way to communicate... Could uh, do you think-" The Indian man was losing steam, "Could I maybe, uhm. Get your number?"
Distracted, the brunette woman only nodded and rattled it off while Kutner struggled to get his phone programmed and listen at the same time.
"Alright, well I'm going to go back inside," Thirteen started. "Have a good rest of your day, Kutner."
Waving goodbye before he could protest or say anything else, she strode back inside the doctor's lounge.
"- be great. Yeah. Yeah. No, thank you so much. Okay, I'll be right there." Allison Cameron finished her phone call and turned to face the tall brunette that had walked in just as she was ending her conversation.
"Hey!" she said, upon Thirteen's entrance. "What did Kutner want? Your number?" Here she added a sly wink and a grin that made Thirteen scoff with laughter.
"Only in his sick, perverted drea- shit! I accidently gave him my number!?"
"You... accidently... gave him your number?" Cameron asked confused. Then her expression flashed to knowing and said, "Oh! You 'accidently' gave him your number. I gotcha. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone about your little crush on Kutner. Even though that is so weird to think about..."
Cameron trailed off with a smile at seeing the death stare Thirteen was giving her. If her humour were any drier, Thirteen's glare would have set it on fire.
"ANYWAYS," Remy stressed, eager to get off the topic of what she and Kutner had just discussed. "What was the phone call about? You sounded more excited than a 9 year old at a petting zoo."
"Really? A 9 year old? Petting zoo? Really, Remy?"
The brunette only grinned and tilted her head, still expecting a response. Cameron huffed slightly while smiling and answered her, "It was this really shady car help company. They're going to break into my car for me and get my keys. Even though I think I could go downtown and get the same service without it costing me an arm and a leg. But this company is going to meet me right now."
"Hence the petting zoo voice, I'm guessing?"
"Correct."
"That's great. But honestly, why the Shady Brothers Inc.? They're probably going to totally rip you off. And the whole downtown thing? Probably less expensive, not counting the fact that you might have your stereo stolen by the end of the day but hey, what's life without a little improv?"
Cameron snorted and sent her a friendly glare.
"Fine, fine. Get ripped off, see if I care."
The two women chatted for a couple pleasant more moments before giving smiling goodbyes and parting ways.
Remy Hadley set her glass of red wine on the table right next to her comfy chair, propped her feet up, and opened her book. Finally, after running around for a week with House and his every whim on her tail, she was able to curl up next to the fire and relax.
DIIIINGG, DOOOONGG
Swearing under her breath and cursing whomever was at her door, she got up and padded to the front way and peeped through the hole. To her surprise, none other than Allison Cameron was at her door.
Turning the various bolts and kicking the appropriate places, the brunette resident swung the door in and opened her mouth to ask what was going on when the angry voice of Cameron cut her off.
"- BELIEVE THE NERVE OF THAT SELFISH,
"Cameron?"
"- EGOTISTICAL, PIG-HEADED-
"Allison?"
"MISOGYNISTIC, IDIOTIC-
"Allison..."
"FAUX-FACED, -
"ALLISON!"
"WHAT?"
Breathing hard, Cameron stopped what she was doing to noticed that she was currently being held by the elbows by the taller doctor. And there was something about the way her piercing grey eyes bore into her own, the warmth she could feel through Remy's fingertips and the electricity that swept between them both like a tide, something about all of these things led Cameron to relax so completely in Thirteen's presence that her frustration, anger, and agitation leaked out of her like a deflating balloon. Exhaustion hit her like a brick wall and it was all she could do to keep from falling over. Instead, Cameron did the next best thing.
Breaking eye contact from Thirteen, she gave into her deepest need of the moment and took the half step between her and the brunette, and wrapped her arms around the younger doctor, tucking her head under Remy's chin.
By strange reflex alone, the befuddled brunette automatically returned the embrace, holding the frustrated doctor close to her heart.
"Ally, it's okay. It's alright. Relax."
"Rem you don't understand-"
"Shhh. Allison. Shut up."
Complying, the hold was surprisingly warm for both parties. Both women relaxed into the other and let silence settle over the both of them, the fireplace crackling occasionally. At some point in time, neither was quite sure when, but they found themselves rocking slightly and slowly back and forth, eyes closed. A lover's embrace.
After an undetermined amount of time, Thirteen was the first to break the peaceful silence.
"Come on," she murmured lowly. "Come on Ally. Let's go to bed."
The relaxed blonde only nodded tiredly into her chest and allowed herself to be led slowly backwards into the warm room that held Thirteen's bed. Upon finally reaching her destination, the brunette wasn't quite sure what to do next. She would be lying to say she didn't want to kiss and protect the smaller woman in her arms, but she would certainly be damned if she took advantage of her.
"Ally," she chanted softly. "Ally..."
"Mmm... Rem." Stirring, the blonde opened her eyes and recognized where she was at. Pushing her night's previous occurrences to tomorrow to deal with, she pushed the woman still holding her backwards onto the massive, ridiculously comfortable bed.
Unlike the first time the two women landed on the bed, this was a soft falling. The doctors fell and complimented each other in the position they relaxed in. Cuddled, holding one another close.
The last thing Thirteen remembers was Cameron's intoxicating smell and feeling a small, delicate kiss to the hollow of her throat.
R&R!
With Love, Konstantine.