Thirteen nearly cried out of joy when the elevator dinged, signaling the intern's arrival to the ER floor. The rest of her meeting with House had been grating and uncomfortable, and it left her with an underlying feeling of stress that just wouldn't go away.
Stepping out of the elevator, she restrained herself from breaking out into a jog. The slim doctor glanced at the wall clock, 11 pm on a Tuesday night. Because it would have been just too easy for her to actually practice medicine, House had sent his ducklings to the sub-basement for filling.
The brunette, finally freed, had immediately hit the elevator's up button with a little too much force and now found her self in her current situation- doing a strange pattern of walk that reminded itself to slow down.
Fuck it.
Taking longer strides now, Thirteen reached the nurses' ER desk and looked around.
There, with her head bent down, reading glasses perched on her face, and long, silky blonde hair tied back, filling out a some paperwork a was off, was Allison Cameron. Thirteen looked on at her, and felt her muscles relax.
She knew her feelings toward the older woman were far past inappropriate for a workplace setting, and borderline creepy when thinking about her status as best friend. But it wasn't something she could help. Cameron was just so… great. Though they hadn't each other long, everything about her felt right when Cameron was with her. It was fluid, and easy.
The brunette shook her head, accepting the fact that her older, best friend, coworker, was off limits. It was just one of the burdens of being bisexual- crushing on unattainable straight girls.
Hey, at least she's sleeping at your place tonight. Remy thought dryly.
"Dr. Hadley!"
Looking around, Thirteen spotted the Dean of Medicine cruising towards her with a formidable stack of folders crammed with papers inside.
Heart sinking, and thinking about how cramped her hands were going to be, she watched Cuddy open her mouth,
"Dr. Hadley, I was wondering if you had time to- "
"Sorry Dr. Cuddy. I'm sorry to interrupt, but I've already got Dr. Hadley here spoken for. It was a busy night in the ER."
Allison Cameron, in all her shiny, Head of ER glory, swoops in to save Remy's poor hands. Hands that the brunette would only be too happy to use to help repay-
"Oh! Well that's no problem at all! Carry on then, Dr. Cameron. Thank you Thirt, er, Dr. Hadley."
The curvaceous woman walked off in her too-high heels, leaving Thirteen to stare at Cameron in awe. The blonde smirked.
"You owe me. Big."
Thirteen laughed once, short.
"I don't owe you jack shit. I'm giving you half of my apartment."
Cameron laughed openly, causing some of the ER nurses to look over, curiously. Thirteen instantly wiped the easy going smile from her face.
Seeing, the blonde chuckled once more and more quietly changed subjects,
"Are you done for the day?"
Thirteen hummed.
"Yeah, House finally let us go. It was pure, unadulterated torture… Hey, weren't you supposed to be finished a couple hours ago?"
"Yes. And that sounds horrible, you can tell me all about it later. But I've only got a couple things to fill out and then I'm free."
Spinning back around to her previous task, she sat and got back to work. It wasn't until a couple minutes later, when she noticed that a tall brunette doctor was nowhere to be seen.
Disappointed and more than a little confused, she kept on working. After about 15 minutes, she flipped her folder closed with a satisfied sigh and returned it to the nurse's desk.
Wondering where a certain mysterious doctor had wandered off to, Cameron made her way to the staff lockers, then out to the parking lot, all the while getting increasingly worried.
A car suddenly stopped in front of her, and the passenger window rolled down. The blonde laughed at the sigh and feeling of relief that spread over her. She then had to stop herself from laughing more at the adorable look on Thirteen's face while the brunette held out a 24 hour deli sandwich and tea towards the exhausted ER doc.
"You are a god sent," Cameron exhaled heavily as she arranged herself in the car and eagerly unwrapped her first meal in 12 hours.
As Thirteen drove off to her apartment, she teased the older doctor about her voracious eating habits and the two fell into friendly and teasing banter. They eventually found themselves pulling into a parking structure and taking the stairs up to Thirteen's apartment, chatting amiably.
Just as Thirteen "put in the secret password" as Allison jovially called it, they both stepped over the doorframe and paused for a moment – now what?
"Well, welcome to your new home?" Remy started, and added more quietly, "I guess."
Never one to dwell on emotions or vulnerable moments, the tall brunette strode forward and started talking and thinking all at once.
"I guess we need to sort out some things, then huh? Okay, uhm.. Like.. your clothes? Yeah, that's a starting point. Then I guess where you put your clothes. Obviously, where you sleep, but where are you going to sleep? Do you sleep? You ARE the head of ER; you probably never have time- TIME! Shit, it's 11:30. God I'm tired and… What are you doing?"
Her rather lame ramble was cut off by her question directed at the blonde who had moved into her kitchen and was scribbling on a notepad on the counter.
"I'm making a list," came the diligent reply.
"A list?"
"Yes, a list. It's a sequence of objectives or things put into a particular order. You should have encountered a few of them in med school."
Rolling her yes but laughing, the tall doctor walked over to the older woman who had yet to look up at her.
"My, my a series of activities and objects! How exciting," her sarcasm was peppy and quick.
Impressed by how someone could make a snort sound attractive, Thirteen moved closer to look over the blonde's slim shoulder.
Detailed in almost excruciating steps that a three year old could follow, was the plan Cameron had for settling in and starting over within the confines of a new home. Clothes, books, music, bank account shut downs, codes for the banks, new credit cards, a grocery list, toiletries, and an assortment of other things were listed in near perfect small caps.
Looking extremely please with herself, Allison's smile immediately slid off of her face at the familiar sound of Thirteen trying to contain her laugher.
"What?" she exploded.
"Nothing! Nothing. Nothing what so ever…" the dark haired woman chortled. "Anyways, you forgot the most important things on your list."
The blonde frowned and looks over her list again, searching.
"I don't see anything missing.."
"What are you going to do about tonight?" smiled Thirteen.
"Tonight?" the blonde struck an adorably perplexed look.
Throwing her hands up in defeat at Allison's too perfect foresight, she decided to show mercy.
"Never mind. Tonight, you'll just use my clothes and toiletries and things. Tomorrow is Friday, and I'm 90% sure you have the day off. I'm not a stalker, House was complaining about it today and it gave me a migraine."
Allison laughed from her spot against the counter.
"So tomorrow, we'll go and do Ally's 12 Step Program," she finished with a slow and steady smile.
"Ha! You make it sound like I'm addicted to something," the blonde scorned.
Without thinking, the younger woman's cocky nature took over as she whipped back.
"Well, aren't you?"
"What?"
"Addicted to me," Remy added with a sly wink.
Instead of firing back as per usual, Allison did something extremely unexpected then. She blushed. And looked away!
Oh holy shit… The taller woman blinked. What the hell was THAT? Wait. Wait wait wait. She blushed! You actually riled her up! Fuck, you must look like some sort of perving lesbian creep.
Oh holy SHIT. Cameron felt like having her libido surgically removed- was that even possible? - she just wanted to let the floor sallow her whole. It was only a harmless joking comment!
All of a sudden, it was too hot, and Thirteen was too close. She needed to make this look like she definitely WASN'T attracted to her new roommate.
Breaking the tension with a barely concealed nervous laugh, she jimmied out of the corner she had been backed into (literally) and danced out to the bedroom and thus, connected bathroom.
"I'm gonna get ready first, okay Rem?" Allison asked, happy her voice came out level yet a little high.
Quite the opposite, Thirteen leaned against the kitchen counter fully with a barely rasped out, "Yeah, okay."
Her mind going a mile a minute, the brunette doctor tried to think about everything that had just happened, from the start of the joke to the end of it, where Allison had disappeared behind that door. What did it mean? The Great Blush of 2009? Did it mean that she agreed? That she was angry? Sad?
Don't be ridiculous; people don't blush because they're sad! Get a grip!
Okay, if that wasn't it what was it. Have I been too obvious with my leering? She noticed and hates me.
Again, with the ridiculous. You're thinking too much Rem. If you want to really know just do what you normally do!
Right. What she normally does. And with that final thought, Remy Hadley shut up the voices in her logical mind and settles to make yet another reckless, not-thought-out-at-all, decision.
In the bathroom, the door shuts, and Allison Cameron slumps against it hard, breathing like she just ran the Boston Marathon. What in the HELL is wrong with her? Is the young doctor in the other room fun? Check. Beautiful? Double check. Are you attracted to her? Triple check. But since when has a) Cameron had so little control over herself, and b) Thirteen shown any interest in her like THAT?
The answer to A would revolve around when she had started hanging out with Remy Hadley, and the answer to B would be a devastating NEVER.
Alright Allison Cameron, get your self together. She is just a friend. A friend who happens to be very attractive, but still a friend. She's offered you her home and you go and freak her out with your teenage-angst level of hormones.
Straightening up and leaning over the sink, the blonde woman studies herself in the mirror, willing calm and less blood to appear on her face.
Just when she feels serenity descend upon her, the bathroom door is thrown open by a cool, grey-eyed Thirteen.
"Wha-" Cameron tries.
But in two long, swift, and sure stride, the lean body of Remy Hadley presses the blonde doctor against the opposite wall and pins her there.
But after that, no one moved. Not a muscle was even flinched as the two women found themselves staring into each other's eyes. Feeling the curved outline of the two pressed against the one another, it was like time had stopped and the air had thickened until it sealed off from the two who were breathing hard and fast.
Allison was the first to crack. Her eyes, trained so intently on the storming grey, flickered to lips that looked so smooth she could barely contain herself.
As she looked on, Thirteen fought hard against the desire to draw closer to the older doctor's face. She fought hard, and she lost.
Just when the blonde thought she would die of thirst and a hunger all at once, those lips found her own.
Soft wasn't even the right word to describe Allison's lips. They felt perfect and right, gentle but steady. Remy let herself relax in a kiss that wiped her conscious clean and blew her mind at the same time.
Closing her eyes, she felt a silky satin heat slip past her parted lips. The two women pressed themselves closer together, hands finding hips and shoulder and hair. Their embraced lasted however long they pleased.
Finally, as if on a synchronized cue, they parted slightly for air. Leaning their foreheads against each other, the two breathed deeply for a moment, then opened their eyes.
A tidal wave of oceanic blue met the quiet rumbling thunders of a grey-eyed storm.
R&R!
With Love, Konstantine