Halfway there...=D
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Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Title: Panic Attack (6/12)
(chapter name: Assignments)
Pairing: Thirteen/Cameron
Word Count: 436
Rating: M
Warning: Non-canon after Wilson’s Heart.
It’s been a week and they still haven’t really spoken more than a few sentences to each other. Remy seems intent on doing nothing but having sex, and even when Allison stays over one night and is offered a ride to work, they don’t talk in the car. Remy seems comfortable with the silence, or maybe she’s just concentrating on driving because they’re really late, but Allison keeps fidgeting, wanting to bring up the subject of what’s wrong…yet she’s too kind to bring up something that so obviously hurts the girl who has now become her lover.
They arrive at the hospital and immediately realize what a horrible mistake it was to come to work together. Arriving at exactly the same time as them is a familiar revving motorcycle, complete with cane and irritable, nosy (ex-)boss.
“Hello, Lesbian!” House yells across the parking lot from his handicapped spot. “Or should I say…lesbians?”
Remy and Allison are a little dumbstruck, not having thought about what to do if they were found out. Remy clears her throat and makes for the hospital entrance, almost jogging as she tries to out-walk house. Allison knows, however, that there’s no stopping him, and hangs back to take on the barrage of questions herself. Remy’s going to have enough trouble later anyway, she thinks.
“So, when did you trade in the Aussie for Thirteen? Guess she’s better than him, since she’s dying and all.”
Cameron looks up, shocked. “Dying?” she says, not quite understanding.
“Yeah. She has Huntington’s. Have fun. At least you’ll have longer than six months.” With that, House limps off to the elevator as Allison makes her way to the locker room, deep in thought and hurt at the jibe about her husband.
As House reaches the fourth floor and enters the diagnostics office, he’s already prepared a mental list of twenty questions for Thirteen, though he’s pretty sure he knows that her relationship with Cameron isn’t an animal, vegetable or mineral. He knocks open the door with his new cane, flameless since he lost his old one. “Taub, Kutner, Foreman, go troll for cases in the ER. Make sure to distract Cameron as much as you possibly can. Thirteen, my office,” he rattles off with an evil grin.
“Uh, Thirteen’s not here,” Kutner says, glancing up at House. He’s evidently worried that House’s brain isn’t fully healed.
“Yeah, I realize that now,” House replies, having finally bothered to look at the table. “Okay, change of plans. Foreman, go find Thirteen. Taub, Kutner, go bother Cameron anyway.” He goes into his office to write down his list of questions.