Fic: Organic Chemistry, part 1 of 5 (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."
Author's Notes: We're pretending that Thirteen and Cameron are slightly closer in age and/or Thirteen started college early. I left that kind of vague since it's really not critical to the story. Also, I took Astronomy and Abnormal Psychology for my science credits in college so cut me some slack on the Chemistry references, yeah? However, any Chemistry references I have made are the sole property of Princeton's free course outlines on their unsecured website so if any of it is inaccurate, blame Princeton. (But feel free to let me know if I'm way off so I can correct it! I do like to be accurate!) Thanks to femme_liqueur for helping me to avoid any grammatical or otherwise stylistic errors. And finally, thanks for reading. :)
Spoilers: N/A
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.
i.
It started as an easy semester; but then Remy's section of organic chemistry was canceled and in order to squeeze into another section, she had to switch the times and dates of all of her other classes. Even though she'd ultimately gotten what she wanted, when she walked into class and found herself face to face with…well, whatever her name was, the hours of arguing in the registrar's office didn't seem entirely worth it anymore.
Dropping her eyes and hiding behind her long hair in hopes that the girl would take the hint and not try to talk to her, Remy trotted up to the front of the classroom and explained to the professor that she'd transferred into his class. Once he verified her name in the roster, she promptly took a seat in the back, opened a notebook, and pretended to take notes.
"…Acid base reactions are fundamental processes that are required for the initiation of many organic reactions. Recall some of the definitions from general chemistry…," the professor explained, despite the fact that Remy's attention was elsewhere.
Allison. It hadn't been that long, but it still took Remy longer than it should have to remember her name. Licking her lips and tasting the sweet remnants of coffee that had transferred onto her tongue, Remy bit her lower lip and looked down to where Allison was seated a few rows in front of her. Allison was one of those "girl next door" types and nothing particularly stood out about her, but it would never be a challenge for Remy to pick her out of a crowd. She supposed it was one of the benefits of having firsthand knowledge of the perfection that hid underneath those conservatively collared sweaters and comfortably fitted jeans.
Leaning over her notes, Allison pushed the frames of her glasses up the bridge of her nose before looking back up at the professor. More curious of what was going on behind her, however, Allison shadowed her face with her hair and snuck a glance of Remy watching her from the corner of her eye. Shifting uncomfortably in her chair, Allison cleared her throat, ran her fingers through the long waves in her hair, and returned her attention back to the lecture at hand; not wanting to offer Remy so much as a smile or receipt of recognition.
"…And what is the hybridization of this carbon?" The professor asked, drawing the diagram for sp2. "Uh…" the professor struggled to read the name in his new roster. "Reemee?"
Scoffing at the frequent butchering of her name, Remy lifted an index finger from her notebook and nodded at him so he'd find her among the cluster of nameless students in the lecture hall. "It's Remy," she corrected. Again, she thought, knowing she'd just told him her name barely twenty minutes ago.
Since her attention had been focused on Allison instead of the lecture at hand, Remy quickly glanced at her professor, then at the diagram on the board next to him so she could take a wild guess at the answer. Only before Remy could answer, she noticed that Allison had turned around and was resting her arm on the back of her chair, her stoic eyes pinned on Remy. Was she judging her, encouraging her, or just waiting to hear an answer like everyone else that was staring at her? She hated that Allison didn't even need to do anything to scramble her thoughts.
"sp3," Remy finally answered, though she cringed and shook her head when she realized her mistake. She looked down at her notes to avoid further embarrassment, hoping that the professor would move the spotlight onto to someone else.
"I think you meant sp2," another student corrected.
"Very good," the professor praised the other girl before continuing with his lecture.
Remy didn't need to look up to see who the professor was talking about. Only Allison would be so bold as to seize an opportunity to snub and correct her in one breath. Remy quickly realized that this…situation was going to be a bigger issue than originally anticipated. She knew she should just deal with Allison now and nip it in the bud so to speak, but facing things that were right in front of her was not Remy's forte. Instead, she disappeared as quickly as possible after class. She didn't know if Allison wanted to talk to her or not, but she wasn't about to give her the opportunity. Maybe she would fare better to take organic chem next semester.
Part Two
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."
Author's Notes: We're pretending that Thirteen and Cameron are slightly closer in age and/or Thirteen started college early. I left that kind of vague since it's really not critical to the story. Also, I took Astronomy and Abnormal Psychology for my science credits in college so cut me some slack on the Chemistry references, yeah? However, any Chemistry references I have made are the sole property of Princeton's free course outlines on their unsecured website so if any of it is inaccurate, blame Princeton. (But feel free to let me know if I'm way off so I can correct it! I do like to be accurate!) Thanks to femme_liqueur for helping me to avoid any grammatical or otherwise stylistic errors. And finally, thanks for reading. :)
Spoilers: N/A
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.
i.
It started as an easy semester; but then Remy's section of organic chemistry was canceled and in order to squeeze into another section, she had to switch the times and dates of all of her other classes. Even though she'd ultimately gotten what she wanted, when she walked into class and found herself face to face with…well, whatever her name was, the hours of arguing in the registrar's office didn't seem entirely worth it anymore.
Dropping her eyes and hiding behind her long hair in hopes that the girl would take the hint and not try to talk to her, Remy trotted up to the front of the classroom and explained to the professor that she'd transferred into his class. Once he verified her name in the roster, she promptly took a seat in the back, opened a notebook, and pretended to take notes.
"…Acid base reactions are fundamental processes that are required for the initiation of many organic reactions. Recall some of the definitions from general chemistry…," the professor explained, despite the fact that Remy's attention was elsewhere.
Allison. It hadn't been that long, but it still took Remy longer than it should have to remember her name. Licking her lips and tasting the sweet remnants of coffee that had transferred onto her tongue, Remy bit her lower lip and looked down to where Allison was seated a few rows in front of her. Allison was one of those "girl next door" types and nothing particularly stood out about her, but it would never be a challenge for Remy to pick her out of a crowd. She supposed it was one of the benefits of having firsthand knowledge of the perfection that hid underneath those conservatively collared sweaters and comfortably fitted jeans.
Leaning over her notes, Allison pushed the frames of her glasses up the bridge of her nose before looking back up at the professor. More curious of what was going on behind her, however, Allison shadowed her face with her hair and snuck a glance of Remy watching her from the corner of her eye. Shifting uncomfortably in her chair, Allison cleared her throat, ran her fingers through the long waves in her hair, and returned her attention back to the lecture at hand; not wanting to offer Remy so much as a smile or receipt of recognition.
"…And what is the hybridization of this carbon?" The professor asked, drawing the diagram for sp2. "Uh…" the professor struggled to read the name in his new roster. "Reemee?"
Scoffing at the frequent butchering of her name, Remy lifted an index finger from her notebook and nodded at him so he'd find her among the cluster of nameless students in the lecture hall. "It's Remy," she corrected. Again, she thought, knowing she'd just told him her name barely twenty minutes ago.
Since her attention had been focused on Allison instead of the lecture at hand, Remy quickly glanced at her professor, then at the diagram on the board next to him so she could take a wild guess at the answer. Only before Remy could answer, she noticed that Allison had turned around and was resting her arm on the back of her chair, her stoic eyes pinned on Remy. Was she judging her, encouraging her, or just waiting to hear an answer like everyone else that was staring at her? She hated that Allison didn't even need to do anything to scramble her thoughts.
"sp3," Remy finally answered, though she cringed and shook her head when she realized her mistake. She looked down at her notes to avoid further embarrassment, hoping that the professor would move the spotlight onto to someone else.
"I think you meant sp2," another student corrected.
"Very good," the professor praised the other girl before continuing with his lecture.
Remy didn't need to look up to see who the professor was talking about. Only Allison would be so bold as to seize an opportunity to snub and correct her in one breath. Remy quickly realized that this…situation was going to be a bigger issue than originally anticipated. She knew she should just deal with Allison now and nip it in the bud so to speak, but facing things that were right in front of her was not Remy's forte. Instead, she disappeared as quickly as possible after class. She didn't know if Allison wanted to talk to her or not, but she wasn't about to give her the opportunity. Maybe she would fare better to take organic chem next semester.
Part Two