Fic: Organic Chemistry, part 4 of 6 (Cameron/Thirteen)
Title: Organic Chemistry
Author: brighteyedcat @ house_femfest
Rating: R
Prompt: Written for my lovely friend aphrodite_mine's prompt of "AU - Cameron and Thirteen, any point in history (seriously - ANY). Bonus points for power play or gender play."
Disclaimer: No ownership of the House MD characters herein is claimed. All House MD characters are the intellectual property of David Shore et al.
Summary: AU past!fic. Thirteen and Cameron have some serious unresolved history to deal with when they find themselves enrolled in the same section of Organic Chemistry.
Part One || Part Two || Part Three ||
iv.
It seemed like a good idea at the time, but now that Cameron was standing at Thirteen's front door, she started to second-guess this whole serious dating thing. Maybe they were better off as what they were before, convenient and commitment free. Going out like this was ill-fated and fuel for an impending disaster, wasn't it? But it was too late now. She'd already knocked on the door before the very real possibility of this going south crossed her mind. Smoothing down her tiered, variegated cerulean dress then tightly clutching her black purse against her stomach, Cameron waited for Thirteen to answer the door while praying to a God she didn't even believe in that they would both survive this evening unscathed.
Across the apartment, Thirteen stepped out of the shower and wrung out her drenched hair in a towel. She pulled on a bra and panties, then slid into a pair of black slacks and a white ruched button-down shirt, pausing for a moment when she thought she heard the door knock. Checking her watch and then dismissing it as the icemaker making strange noises again, Thirteen continued to brush out her hair. But then, while adding a touch of loose powder to her face and a smidge of mascara, she heard an unmistakable knock at the door, which made her think that the first knock hadn't been imaginary.
Thirteen hurried across the apartment and looked through the peephole. Not that she needed to. She knew who it was. Hypothesis skipped over theory and moved straight on to fact and she rushed away from the door, slipping on a stray sock and almost crashing to the floor before catching herself.
"Be right there," she called back, struggling to figure out her priorities. Sure, opening the door was one of them but Cameron was early…really early, and her place was a mess, she was a mess, and there were two bottles of beer on the floor of her bedroom next to piles and piles of clothing that she'd gone through in an effort to locate the perfect ensemble to wear tonight. Thirteen quickly ran back to the bathroom to pull her hair back into a slick, low ponytail and then spritzed some men's cologne onto her long neck and delicate wrists before rushing back to her bedroom for more damage control. Picking up the bottles of beer to put away in the kitchen, she kicked the remaining clothes on the floor into her closet and shut the door.
Giving her place a quick once over while haphazardly buttoning her shirt closed, Thirteen took a deep breath and let it out slowly before finally opening the front door.
"About time," Cameron barked playfully.
"Cameron, hey," Remy said, hiding behind the door. "You're kind of early," she replied nonchalantly even though it was probably obvious from the crooked buttoning of her shirt and prolonged delay in answering the door that Thirteen wasn't ready to see her. Still, Thirteen had no problem taking her time in soaking up how stunning Cameron looked standing there in her doorway. She couldn't believe Cameron had actually shown up in the first place, let alone in such a flattering dress. Of course, she always looked great, but tonight she looked especially beautiful and it definitely showed on Thirteen's face.
Glancing at her watch, "I'm not that early," Cameron replied, inviting herself in and wondering how long it took Thirteen to get ready for a date. She'd taken a shower at least two hours ago and here Thirteen was, still soaking wet not even fifteen minutes before they were supposed to go out for dinner. "Looks like you started the evening without me anyway," she added, nodding at the bottles of beer in Thirteen's hand.
Shit, Thirteen cursed herself for not actually making it to the kitchen. The beer was probably the most incriminating evidence of her attempt to numb her nerves before Cameron came over and here she was, guilty as sin. "Uh, well…I have more if you want one," she offered clumsily even if she knew Cameron probably wouldn't be interested.
"Okay," Cameron said hanging up her coat, gloves, and scarf by the front door before walking around the familiar living room and making herself comfortable. Two empty bottles of beer were certainly better than the empty cases of beer scattered about the floor and table, which is what Cameron recalled seeing the last time she'd been at Remy's apartment. She took that as a sign of improvement and that maybe "Thirteen" was starting to accept that she wasn't just another number and that her life actually was worth living after all.
"Really?" Remy asked, perplexed by Cameron's sudden agreeableness, but going to the kitchen to fetch her a cold bottle from the fridge anyway.
"Unless you have something else," Cameron suggested, leaning over the kitchen counter to watch Remy.
"Um…" she thought aloud, opening the refrigerator and looking around. Turning around to the sink and offering out her hand, "Water?" She winced. "Oh, and I have some tequila."
Cameron laughed, "No thanks," she said, holding out her hand for the perspiring beverage that Remy was holding.
"Sorry," she shrugged, handing the bottle to Cameron after using the hinge of her refrigerator door to snap it open. "I guess I should have gone to the store this afternoon."
Snickering before she took a sip, "It's fine, Rem," Cameron said, smiling, though when Thirteen's back was turned to throw away the empty bottles, she grimaced rather dramatically at the drink's bitterness. It wasn't the worst beer she'd ever had, but it was still beer and that in itself was enough to dissatisfy her taste.
"All right, well…I'm going to go finish getting dressed," Remy announced, squeezing Cameron's hand as she nervously stumbled away in the general direction of her bedroom.
"Need any help?" Cameron teased, following her for a moment until Thirteen turned around and stopped her with an outstretched palm, insisting that she instead sit on the couch and wait.
"I know looks can be deceiving, but I think I can manage," she said over her shoulder as she unbuttoned then re-buttoned her shirt properly.
Sitting down on the couch to wait for Thirteen, Cameron kept herself busy by opening a mirrored compact to check and then reapply her lip gloss. Rubbing her lips together so that the shimmering pigment blended evenly into the unique texture of her lips, Cameron smacked her lips and then put the compact and gloss back into her purse.
"Where's your roommate?" Cameron asked, picking up her drink from the coffee table for another swig. Again scowling at the flavor, Cameron held the bottle out with two fingers as if it were some horribly soiled rag and set it onto the coffee table to stay.
"Don't have one anymore," Remy answered from the bedroom as she hooked a pair of black suspenders onto the buttons along the inside hem of her trousers and then letting the elastics hang at her hips.
"Think we scared her off?" Cameron joked.
Remy laughed as she pulled the suspender straps up over her shoulders. "You'd have to ask her that," she smiled, the thrilling memories of their shared past bringing a shameful flush to her cheeks.
Growing impatient from waiting alone in the other room, Cameron got up from the couch, leaned against Remy's bedroom doorway, and hungrily watched her handsome date get dressed behind her back.
"I know you're standing there, Cameron," Remy said while rolling the cuffs of her sleeves halfway up her arms and turning around. Wrinkling her nose at her, "You've never been very subtle."
"It's not like it's anything I haven't seen before," she said, striding in uninvited and leaning against the dresser. Though, in truth, this was definitely a first. She'd never seen Remy dressed as nice as she was now and it was delightfully breathtaking.
"Would it kill you to at least pretend that this is a first date?" Remy laughed, though not bothering to kick Cameron out. She was right, after all. Stepping into the closet to fetch one of her hats, Remy flipped her ponytail atop her head and slid on a houndstooth cap then carefully tucked all of her hair up underneath it.
"Hmph, you better be glad it's not," Cameron jeered. "Making me wait -" she choked on her words when Thirteen reemerged from the closet. "Like this," she finished, her tone noticeably softer.
Walking over to the mirror above her dresser, Thirteen glanced over at Cameron and smirked at her. Flipping her collar up, Thirteen slid a black, silk tie around her neck and after ensuring the proper lengths of each end, she started to loop one around the other to form a knot, but each time it ended up being too long, too short, or too bulky.
Hesitant to intrude at first, Cameron slowly reached out for Thirteen's tie but then drew her hand back. "May I?" She offered gently, anxious to assist Remy in a task she'd always adored taking care of for her late husband. It was a risk to even ask Thirteen for this, knowing that it crossed their former boundaries of intimacy, but Cameron hoped that if Thirteen knew how badly wanted this that she'd allow it anyway.
For what seemed like hours, Thirteen just stared at Cameron, both taken and intimidated by the girl's quiet, desperate need to perform such a simple favor for her. It bothered her to let Cameron help her at all -- even with something as mundane and insignificant as this -- but eventually, Thirteen nodded at her. "All right," she agreed in a low voice.
Cameron cautiously smiled back at Thirteen, her grateful gesture so slight that had they been standing further apart, Remy would have missed it. Leading Thirteen back to sit down on the bed, Cameron knelt down between her legs and took the tie into her hands so that she could finish dressing her for their date.
Part Five
Author: brighteyedcat @ house_femfest
Rating: R
Prompt: Written for my lovely friend aphrodite_mine's prompt of "AU - Cameron and Thirteen, any point in history (seriously - ANY). Bonus points for power play or gender play."
Disclaimer: No ownership of the House MD characters herein is claimed. All House MD characters are the intellectual property of David Shore et al.
Summary: AU past!fic. Thirteen and Cameron have some serious unresolved history to deal with when they find themselves enrolled in the same section of Organic Chemistry.
Part One || Part Two || Part Three ||
iv.
It seemed like a good idea at the time, but now that Cameron was standing at Thirteen's front door, she started to second-guess this whole serious dating thing. Maybe they were better off as what they were before, convenient and commitment free. Going out like this was ill-fated and fuel for an impending disaster, wasn't it? But it was too late now. She'd already knocked on the door before the very real possibility of this going south crossed her mind. Smoothing down her tiered, variegated cerulean dress then tightly clutching her black purse against her stomach, Cameron waited for Thirteen to answer the door while praying to a God she didn't even believe in that they would both survive this evening unscathed.
Across the apartment, Thirteen stepped out of the shower and wrung out her drenched hair in a towel. She pulled on a bra and panties, then slid into a pair of black slacks and a white ruched button-down shirt, pausing for a moment when she thought she heard the door knock. Checking her watch and then dismissing it as the icemaker making strange noises again, Thirteen continued to brush out her hair. But then, while adding a touch of loose powder to her face and a smidge of mascara, she heard an unmistakable knock at the door, which made her think that the first knock hadn't been imaginary.
Thirteen hurried across the apartment and looked through the peephole. Not that she needed to. She knew who it was. Hypothesis skipped over theory and moved straight on to fact and she rushed away from the door, slipping on a stray sock and almost crashing to the floor before catching herself.
"Be right there," she called back, struggling to figure out her priorities. Sure, opening the door was one of them but Cameron was early…really early, and her place was a mess, she was a mess, and there were two bottles of beer on the floor of her bedroom next to piles and piles of clothing that she'd gone through in an effort to locate the perfect ensemble to wear tonight. Thirteen quickly ran back to the bathroom to pull her hair back into a slick, low ponytail and then spritzed some men's cologne onto her long neck and delicate wrists before rushing back to her bedroom for more damage control. Picking up the bottles of beer to put away in the kitchen, she kicked the remaining clothes on the floor into her closet and shut the door.
Giving her place a quick once over while haphazardly buttoning her shirt closed, Thirteen took a deep breath and let it out slowly before finally opening the front door.
"About time," Cameron barked playfully.
"Cameron, hey," Remy said, hiding behind the door. "You're kind of early," she replied nonchalantly even though it was probably obvious from the crooked buttoning of her shirt and prolonged delay in answering the door that Thirteen wasn't ready to see her. Still, Thirteen had no problem taking her time in soaking up how stunning Cameron looked standing there in her doorway. She couldn't believe Cameron had actually shown up in the first place, let alone in such a flattering dress. Of course, she always looked great, but tonight she looked especially beautiful and it definitely showed on Thirteen's face.
Glancing at her watch, "I'm not that early," Cameron replied, inviting herself in and wondering how long it took Thirteen to get ready for a date. She'd taken a shower at least two hours ago and here Thirteen was, still soaking wet not even fifteen minutes before they were supposed to go out for dinner. "Looks like you started the evening without me anyway," she added, nodding at the bottles of beer in Thirteen's hand.
Shit, Thirteen cursed herself for not actually making it to the kitchen. The beer was probably the most incriminating evidence of her attempt to numb her nerves before Cameron came over and here she was, guilty as sin. "Uh, well…I have more if you want one," she offered clumsily even if she knew Cameron probably wouldn't be interested.
"Okay," Cameron said hanging up her coat, gloves, and scarf by the front door before walking around the familiar living room and making herself comfortable. Two empty bottles of beer were certainly better than the empty cases of beer scattered about the floor and table, which is what Cameron recalled seeing the last time she'd been at Remy's apartment. She took that as a sign of improvement and that maybe "Thirteen" was starting to accept that she wasn't just another number and that her life actually was worth living after all.
"Really?" Remy asked, perplexed by Cameron's sudden agreeableness, but going to the kitchen to fetch her a cold bottle from the fridge anyway.
"Unless you have something else," Cameron suggested, leaning over the kitchen counter to watch Remy.
"Um…" she thought aloud, opening the refrigerator and looking around. Turning around to the sink and offering out her hand, "Water?" She winced. "Oh, and I have some tequila."
Cameron laughed, "No thanks," she said, holding out her hand for the perspiring beverage that Remy was holding.
"Sorry," she shrugged, handing the bottle to Cameron after using the hinge of her refrigerator door to snap it open. "I guess I should have gone to the store this afternoon."
Snickering before she took a sip, "It's fine, Rem," Cameron said, smiling, though when Thirteen's back was turned to throw away the empty bottles, she grimaced rather dramatically at the drink's bitterness. It wasn't the worst beer she'd ever had, but it was still beer and that in itself was enough to dissatisfy her taste.
"All right, well…I'm going to go finish getting dressed," Remy announced, squeezing Cameron's hand as she nervously stumbled away in the general direction of her bedroom.
"Need any help?" Cameron teased, following her for a moment until Thirteen turned around and stopped her with an outstretched palm, insisting that she instead sit on the couch and wait.
"I know looks can be deceiving, but I think I can manage," she said over her shoulder as she unbuttoned then re-buttoned her shirt properly.
Sitting down on the couch to wait for Thirteen, Cameron kept herself busy by opening a mirrored compact to check and then reapply her lip gloss. Rubbing her lips together so that the shimmering pigment blended evenly into the unique texture of her lips, Cameron smacked her lips and then put the compact and gloss back into her purse.
"Where's your roommate?" Cameron asked, picking up her drink from the coffee table for another swig. Again scowling at the flavor, Cameron held the bottle out with two fingers as if it were some horribly soiled rag and set it onto the coffee table to stay.
"Don't have one anymore," Remy answered from the bedroom as she hooked a pair of black suspenders onto the buttons along the inside hem of her trousers and then letting the elastics hang at her hips.
"Think we scared her off?" Cameron joked.
Remy laughed as she pulled the suspender straps up over her shoulders. "You'd have to ask her that," she smiled, the thrilling memories of their shared past bringing a shameful flush to her cheeks.
Growing impatient from waiting alone in the other room, Cameron got up from the couch, leaned against Remy's bedroom doorway, and hungrily watched her handsome date get dressed behind her back.
"I know you're standing there, Cameron," Remy said while rolling the cuffs of her sleeves halfway up her arms and turning around. Wrinkling her nose at her, "You've never been very subtle."
"It's not like it's anything I haven't seen before," she said, striding in uninvited and leaning against the dresser. Though, in truth, this was definitely a first. She'd never seen Remy dressed as nice as she was now and it was delightfully breathtaking.
"Would it kill you to at least pretend that this is a first date?" Remy laughed, though not bothering to kick Cameron out. She was right, after all. Stepping into the closet to fetch one of her hats, Remy flipped her ponytail atop her head and slid on a houndstooth cap then carefully tucked all of her hair up underneath it.
"Hmph, you better be glad it's not," Cameron jeered. "Making me wait -" she choked on her words when Thirteen reemerged from the closet. "Like this," she finished, her tone noticeably softer.
Walking over to the mirror above her dresser, Thirteen glanced over at Cameron and smirked at her. Flipping her collar up, Thirteen slid a black, silk tie around her neck and after ensuring the proper lengths of each end, she started to loop one around the other to form a knot, but each time it ended up being too long, too short, or too bulky.
Hesitant to intrude at first, Cameron slowly reached out for Thirteen's tie but then drew her hand back. "May I?" She offered gently, anxious to assist Remy in a task she'd always adored taking care of for her late husband. It was a risk to even ask Thirteen for this, knowing that it crossed their former boundaries of intimacy, but Cameron hoped that if Thirteen knew how badly wanted this that she'd allow it anyway.
For what seemed like hours, Thirteen just stared at Cameron, both taken and intimidated by the girl's quiet, desperate need to perform such a simple favor for her. It bothered her to let Cameron help her at all -- even with something as mundane and insignificant as this -- but eventually, Thirteen nodded at her. "All right," she agreed in a low voice.
Cameron cautiously smiled back at Thirteen, her grateful gesture so slight that had they been standing further apart, Remy would have missed it. Leading Thirteen back to sit down on the bed, Cameron knelt down between her legs and took the tie into her hands so that she could finish dressing her for their date.
Part Five