Falling into Friendship, Chapter 4
Title: Falling into Frienship 4/?
Pairing: Camteen, of course
Disclaimer: I own them only in my dreams,,,
"Remind me why we’re out here?" Cameron asked with a laugh, jogging to catch up with Thirteen.
"Because House without a real case pisses me off. Because I needed to run off some steam," She smirked at Cameron, "and because YOU just can’t resist my charm."
Cameron all but giggled at the smiling doctor, "I figured as much. I used to jog out here too. Why do you think I had a pair of shorts handy in my locker?" Thirteen theatrically slowed her running up and looked at her comically.
"...ok, don’t answer that." They both laughed, and continued their jog around the campus, enjoying the other’s company so much that ironically, it was also silently torturing them.
"Race ya!" shouted Thirteen randomly after a few minutes, immediately picking up speed. Cameron ran after her and to her surprise, quickly overtook her, sprinting giddily. She reached the tree that Thirteen had pointed to as the endpoint, and turned around, laughing. "Ha! Thought you could beat me huh?" A pause while eyes searched the vicinity.
"...Remy?" Cameron looked ahead of her and found Remy in a lopsided sitting position on the ground, nursing her ankle. She ran back to her, still trying to contain a laugh even through her concern. "Oh my God, you really are a klutz aren’t you?" She kneeled beside the brunette, who gave her a sharp look. " Shut up." She sighed, trying to manage a smile. Cameron quickly calmed down, her forehead tightening with worry.
"You ok?"
"No. Well yea...but I think I sprained my ankle, or twisted it at least."
"Ok, well lets get you up, and over to that table over there." Cameron hoisted Thirteen up with all her strength, and arms over each other’s shoulders, Thirteen hopping, they managed to reach the table in a reasonably quick time. Cameron sat down on the table with her, suddenly realizing how close they were, and that neither of them were moving their arms.
"How bad does it hurt?..." She asked softly, in a daze, her lips too close to Thirteen’s, ‘way to close!’ her brain screamed at her.
"Pretty bad..." Even closer now, they were both leaning forwards
"You...should let me check it in the ER."
"Mmm, yea...." and suddenly all other purpose was lost, and she was kissing her. Or she was being kissed. All either of them knew was that suddenly all the tension between them was snapped like a broken bone, as if the straining of Thirteen’s ankle was a physical straining and breaking of the barrier. And they were in heaven.
***
A half hour later, Cameron was wrapping Thirteen’s ankle in one of the clinic exam rooms, grinning like an idiot all the while.
"I’m glad you enjoy my pain so much, Al" She dryly commented. But with extreme difficulty, seeing as she was grinning just as wildly.
"You know that’s not all I enjoy, Rem" Cameron remarked with a witty smile, rising from her kneeling position to sneak a quick peck on Thirteen’s lips, blushing.
"Wow." She breathed, unable to understand the events of the hour or so.
"Yea. Wow.."
"You’re ankle’s fixed, I taped it up nice and tight," Cameron informed her kindly. But then her smile took on a whole new color,
"But I’m afraid you’re gonna need crutches." She chuckled at Thirteen’s expression at this horrifying piece of news...
***
House looked like Christmas had come early as he watched Thirteen hobble into the diagnostic’s office on crutches, followed by Cameron holding both of their bags.
"Hey..." He chastised as seriously as he could manage. Which, knowing him, was pretty serious, "I told you girls no brawling in the mud pit without me...God knows you two feline’s need supervision in that area."
He turned to Cameron, " glad to see you’ve moving on from cripple A to cripple B."
"Shut up House," snapped Thirteen, resting her injured foot on the chair beside her.
"Ooooh, ouchy," he drawled, as Cameron glared at him, "somebody needs a little loving. Cameron, I know your sexuality’s never been called into question, you’re too much of a prude for that...but come on, just pretend you’re back with Chase, only he’s become about....ten percent more feminine and died his hair."
Cameron shot daggers at him, inwardly trying not to laugh at the irony.
"Come on...for me. Ok, no, for her. Have you SEEN how she looks at you? It’s like she wants to totally just clear off the table and -
"House!" Both woman shouted at the same time, "shut up."
They had one more day of dealing with him together. This was going to be interesting.
Pairing: Camteen, of course
Disclaimer: I own them only in my dreams,,,
"Remind me why we’re out here?" Cameron asked with a laugh, jogging to catch up with Thirteen.
"Because House without a real case pisses me off. Because I needed to run off some steam," She smirked at Cameron, "and because YOU just can’t resist my charm."
Cameron all but giggled at the smiling doctor, "I figured as much. I used to jog out here too. Why do you think I had a pair of shorts handy in my locker?" Thirteen theatrically slowed her running up and looked at her comically.
"...ok, don’t answer that." They both laughed, and continued their jog around the campus, enjoying the other’s company so much that ironically, it was also silently torturing them.
"Race ya!" shouted Thirteen randomly after a few minutes, immediately picking up speed. Cameron ran after her and to her surprise, quickly overtook her, sprinting giddily. She reached the tree that Thirteen had pointed to as the endpoint, and turned around, laughing. "Ha! Thought you could beat me huh?" A pause while eyes searched the vicinity.
"...Remy?" Cameron looked ahead of her and found Remy in a lopsided sitting position on the ground, nursing her ankle. She ran back to her, still trying to contain a laugh even through her concern. "Oh my God, you really are a klutz aren’t you?" She kneeled beside the brunette, who gave her a sharp look. " Shut up." She sighed, trying to manage a smile. Cameron quickly calmed down, her forehead tightening with worry.
"You ok?"
"No. Well yea...but I think I sprained my ankle, or twisted it at least."
"Ok, well lets get you up, and over to that table over there." Cameron hoisted Thirteen up with all her strength, and arms over each other’s shoulders, Thirteen hopping, they managed to reach the table in a reasonably quick time. Cameron sat down on the table with her, suddenly realizing how close they were, and that neither of them were moving their arms.
"How bad does it hurt?..." She asked softly, in a daze, her lips too close to Thirteen’s, ‘way to close!’ her brain screamed at her.
"Pretty bad..." Even closer now, they were both leaning forwards
"You...should let me check it in the ER."
"Mmm, yea...." and suddenly all other purpose was lost, and she was kissing her. Or she was being kissed. All either of them knew was that suddenly all the tension between them was snapped like a broken bone, as if the straining of Thirteen’s ankle was a physical straining and breaking of the barrier. And they were in heaven.
***
A half hour later, Cameron was wrapping Thirteen’s ankle in one of the clinic exam rooms, grinning like an idiot all the while.
"I’m glad you enjoy my pain so much, Al" She dryly commented. But with extreme difficulty, seeing as she was grinning just as wildly.
"You know that’s not all I enjoy, Rem" Cameron remarked with a witty smile, rising from her kneeling position to sneak a quick peck on Thirteen’s lips, blushing.
"Wow." She breathed, unable to understand the events of the hour or so.
"Yea. Wow.."
"You’re ankle’s fixed, I taped it up nice and tight," Cameron informed her kindly. But then her smile took on a whole new color,
"But I’m afraid you’re gonna need crutches." She chuckled at Thirteen’s expression at this horrifying piece of news...
***
House looked like Christmas had come early as he watched Thirteen hobble into the diagnostic’s office on crutches, followed by Cameron holding both of their bags.
"Hey..." He chastised as seriously as he could manage. Which, knowing him, was pretty serious, "I told you girls no brawling in the mud pit without me...God knows you two feline’s need supervision in that area."
He turned to Cameron, " glad to see you’ve moving on from cripple A to cripple B."
"Shut up House," snapped Thirteen, resting her injured foot on the chair beside her.
"Ooooh, ouchy," he drawled, as Cameron glared at him, "somebody needs a little loving. Cameron, I know your sexuality’s never been called into question, you’re too much of a prude for that...but come on, just pretend you’re back with Chase, only he’s become about....ten percent more feminine and died his hair."
Cameron shot daggers at him, inwardly trying not to laugh at the irony.
"Come on...for me. Ok, no, for her. Have you SEEN how she looks at you? It’s like she wants to totally just clear off the table and -
"House!" Both woman shouted at the same time, "shut up."
They had one more day of dealing with him together. This was going to be interesting.