fic - The Subway Girl, chapter 10
Title: The Subway Girl
Author: amazon_life
Pairing: Cameron/Thirteen
Rating: PG, at least for now.
Summary: AU. What if Remy and Allison had met, years ago, during a subway trip, in kind of a one-chance encounter?
"Cameron, has no one ever told you that thirteen is an unlucky number?" House limped into the ER with strides as long as were possible for him, and nearly shouting, since he couldn't spot the woman he was directing his speech at. He just hoped she hadn't gone to lunch, or else his little dramatization would have been lost. To his pleasure, the blonde doctor emerged from behind a curtain a few moments later.
"Good morning, House. How's your leg today?" She had a small smirk on her lips, which didn't go by unnoticed by the older doctor. She studied her for a second and decided there was definitely a new glow to her.
"Answer mine and I'll answer yours."
"They have, but I really don't get the reason why a poor number should be looked onto with so much stigma. Why?"
"Do you call her 'Thirteen' in bed too, or do you at least know her name?"
"Are you talking about a person? I could swear you asked me about a number."
"Don't play with me, Cameron. You know you'll lose. So, which is it, number or name?"
"I'm sorry, House. You're right. My brain can't follow your antics in the morning. I can't understand what you're talking about. By the way, I have work to do. Bye, House!"
Still sporting a smile, the blonde turned her back on her former boss and walked towards an awaiting patient. The head of Diagnostics remained standing on the same spot for a few more moments, analyzing his former duckling's words and behavior, before he left, an amused smile also plastered on his face.
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"Good morning, bunch of aspiring ducklings! We have no cases today. Which means I'll have to send you out to pester the other departments of this hospital to find me one. Number Thirteen, to the ER. The other ones, find a department each. Go!"
Remy narrowed her eyes at the diagnostician, suspicious as to why he'd assign her to the specific department where her girlfriend worked. 'Does he know anything?'
House waited until they were already on their way, and discreetly called Kutner aside.
"You, follow Thirteen to the ER. If she asks you anything, tell her you couldn't find any other department. Don't bother trying to find interesting patients there, there are none. What I want you to do is keep an eye on Thirteen and see who she talks to, how she talks to them, what she does and, especially, how much time she spends with Cameron."
"Cameron? Isn't that the head of the ER?
"Yes, moron, that's her."
"But why would Thirteen spend time with her? And why do you care if she does?"
"Kutner, do it or you're fired."
The threat was enough to put the young doctor on his track after his female colleague.
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"House knows". Hadley whispered urgently to the blonde doctor who was stitching up a young boy's arm.
"Oh, hi. I didn't see you coming. Yes, he does."
"How do you know?" The younger woman was amazed at how calm her slightly older counterpart was about the situation.
"He came here earlier making puns with your... number. How do you know?"
"He sent each of us to look for patients in a random department. Everyone else could choose theirs, but I was specifically assigned here."
Allison stopped the needlework and cocked her head to one side to consider the information.
"Actually, that probably means he doesn't know. He's suspicious, but not absolutely sure. He wants to see us interacting so he can draw his conclusions. Either he's hiding somewhere or he sent a spy after you."
"In that case, I should warn you I won't be talking to you at all while I'm here. Pretend you don't know me, ok?"
The look on Cameron's face was that of a rejected puppy. She tried to hide it, but Thirteen picked up on it before she could. She smiled at her girlfriend sweetly, trying to reassure her.
"Allison... I don't care if he finds out about us once I'm hired. But if he does before that, he'll come after you seeking information about me, and once he gets it, I'll be no longer interesting to him, and he'll fire me. And now I have more reason than ever for wanting to stay."
The brunette knew her explanation had been pleasing enough when her smile was mirrored by the shorter woman.
"It's okay, I understand. Go do your job, I'll do mine. I'll just leave when my shift ends and you do the same. We can, maybe, meet at my place?"
"I'd love to". Remy gave the blonde one last smile and a quick peck on her forehead before leaving the patient's bay. On her way out, she noticed the curtains on the bay next to the one she had just exited were hastily closed. She frowned at that, but shrugged it off, thinking it could be a distracted naked patient who had forgotten to close them before.
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Kutner had heard a large part of the conversation, having arrived just as Thirteen was telling Cameron about the ducklings' assignment of the day. Smiling from ear to ear, he rushed back to the Diagnostics Office, sure his boss would be pleased with the information. If he was pleased enough, he might even be safe for a few weeks. He'd just have to be careful not to burn any more patients.
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The doctors were back at the conference room, after having been paged by House, who had grown tired of watching porn alone in his office. One by one, they were being interrogated by the older doctor, both about potential cases and their private lives, of course.
"Mysterious prime number, any interesting cases?"
"No, House."
"What? What did you do for the whole afternoon in the ER? Flirt with Cameron?"
If Thirteen hadn't been expecting for it, she might have been caught blushing, gasping in surprise, or maybe widening her eyes. But, since she knew comments like those were bound to come, she didn't miss a beat and answered him confidently.
"Actually, I tried to, but she's playing it tough and wouldn't give me any attention. So I had to resort to actually treating patients. I'm not sure if you remember what's that."
The male doctor eyed the young woman intently, trying, for the umptenth time, to discover some solid piece of information about her. And, for the umptenth time, he failed. That woman was a complete mystery; she'd never give away anything personal voluntarily.
He'd have to trick her into doing that, or to find out on his own. It was Friday, and, since they had no cases, he was actually having the whole weekend off. Which gave him two days to work on a plan.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Author: amazon_life
Pairing: Cameron/Thirteen
Rating: PG, at least for now.
Summary: AU. What if Remy and Allison had met, years ago, during a subway trip, in kind of a one-chance encounter?
"Cameron, has no one ever told you that thirteen is an unlucky number?" House limped into the ER with strides as long as were possible for him, and nearly shouting, since he couldn't spot the woman he was directing his speech at. He just hoped she hadn't gone to lunch, or else his little dramatization would have been lost. To his pleasure, the blonde doctor emerged from behind a curtain a few moments later.
"Good morning, House. How's your leg today?" She had a small smirk on her lips, which didn't go by unnoticed by the older doctor. She studied her for a second and decided there was definitely a new glow to her.
"Answer mine and I'll answer yours."
"They have, but I really don't get the reason why a poor number should be looked onto with so much stigma. Why?"
"Do you call her 'Thirteen' in bed too, or do you at least know her name?"
"Are you talking about a person? I could swear you asked me about a number."
"Don't play with me, Cameron. You know you'll lose. So, which is it, number or name?"
"I'm sorry, House. You're right. My brain can't follow your antics in the morning. I can't understand what you're talking about. By the way, I have work to do. Bye, House!"
Still sporting a smile, the blonde turned her back on her former boss and walked towards an awaiting patient. The head of Diagnostics remained standing on the same spot for a few more moments, analyzing his former duckling's words and behavior, before he left, an amused smile also plastered on his face.
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"Good morning, bunch of aspiring ducklings! We have no cases today. Which means I'll have to send you out to pester the other departments of this hospital to find me one. Number Thirteen, to the ER. The other ones, find a department each. Go!"
Remy narrowed her eyes at the diagnostician, suspicious as to why he'd assign her to the specific department where her girlfriend worked. 'Does he know anything?'
House waited until they were already on their way, and discreetly called Kutner aside.
"You, follow Thirteen to the ER. If she asks you anything, tell her you couldn't find any other department. Don't bother trying to find interesting patients there, there are none. What I want you to do is keep an eye on Thirteen and see who she talks to, how she talks to them, what she does and, especially, how much time she spends with Cameron."
"Cameron? Isn't that the head of the ER?
"Yes, moron, that's her."
"But why would Thirteen spend time with her? And why do you care if she does?"
"Kutner, do it or you're fired."
The threat was enough to put the young doctor on his track after his female colleague.
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"House knows". Hadley whispered urgently to the blonde doctor who was stitching up a young boy's arm.
"Oh, hi. I didn't see you coming. Yes, he does."
"How do you know?" The younger woman was amazed at how calm her slightly older counterpart was about the situation.
"He came here earlier making puns with your... number. How do you know?"
"He sent each of us to look for patients in a random department. Everyone else could choose theirs, but I was specifically assigned here."
Allison stopped the needlework and cocked her head to one side to consider the information.
"Actually, that probably means he doesn't know. He's suspicious, but not absolutely sure. He wants to see us interacting so he can draw his conclusions. Either he's hiding somewhere or he sent a spy after you."
"In that case, I should warn you I won't be talking to you at all while I'm here. Pretend you don't know me, ok?"
The look on Cameron's face was that of a rejected puppy. She tried to hide it, but Thirteen picked up on it before she could. She smiled at her girlfriend sweetly, trying to reassure her.
"Allison... I don't care if he finds out about us once I'm hired. But if he does before that, he'll come after you seeking information about me, and once he gets it, I'll be no longer interesting to him, and he'll fire me. And now I have more reason than ever for wanting to stay."
The brunette knew her explanation had been pleasing enough when her smile was mirrored by the shorter woman.
"It's okay, I understand. Go do your job, I'll do mine. I'll just leave when my shift ends and you do the same. We can, maybe, meet at my place?"
"I'd love to". Remy gave the blonde one last smile and a quick peck on her forehead before leaving the patient's bay. On her way out, she noticed the curtains on the bay next to the one she had just exited were hastily closed. She frowned at that, but shrugged it off, thinking it could be a distracted naked patient who had forgotten to close them before.
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Kutner had heard a large part of the conversation, having arrived just as Thirteen was telling Cameron about the ducklings' assignment of the day. Smiling from ear to ear, he rushed back to the Diagnostics Office, sure his boss would be pleased with the information. If he was pleased enough, he might even be safe for a few weeks. He'd just have to be careful not to burn any more patients.
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The doctors were back at the conference room, after having been paged by House, who had grown tired of watching porn alone in his office. One by one, they were being interrogated by the older doctor, both about potential cases and their private lives, of course.
"Mysterious prime number, any interesting cases?"
"No, House."
"What? What did you do for the whole afternoon in the ER? Flirt with Cameron?"
If Thirteen hadn't been expecting for it, she might have been caught blushing, gasping in surprise, or maybe widening her eyes. But, since she knew comments like those were bound to come, she didn't miss a beat and answered him confidently.
"Actually, I tried to, but she's playing it tough and wouldn't give me any attention. So I had to resort to actually treating patients. I'm not sure if you remember what's that."
The male doctor eyed the young woman intently, trying, for the umptenth time, to discover some solid piece of information about her. And, for the umptenth time, he failed. That woman was a complete mystery; she'd never give away anything personal voluntarily.
He'd have to trick her into doing that, or to find out on his own. It was Friday, and, since they had no cases, he was actually having the whole weekend off. Which gave him two days to work on a plan.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9