FIC: Someone To Save You, Cameron/Thirteen, House, Part 2
Title: Someone To Save You
Chapter/Part: 2/?
Fandom: House, M.D.
Pairing: Cameron/Thirteen
Rating: PG-13
“What the hell were you thinking?” Cameron sighed and let her head fall back on the pillow. “I mean, seriously, were you trying to get yourself killed?” She glanced over to where Chase was pacing back and forth.
“Yes Robert, I went in there with the express intent of getting myself killed.” She said flippantly. He turned to her and clucked his tongue in disbelief. Cameron shook her head, she couldn't, for the life of her, understand why he wasn't getting it. “I was trying to save her life Chase.” He clenched his jaw slightly. He hated when she called him by his last name...and she knew it.
“She wanted to die, Allison.” Likewise, she hated when he called her by her first name. Little known fact: She prefers her last name to her first.
“She doesn't anymore.” She said firmly.
“And that justifies everything does it?” He said, stalking up to the bedside. “It was reckless and idiotic.” Cameron stared at him in disbelief.
“And you're being malicious and incredibly judgmental.” She said, inching away from him as he bore down on her. “You're not my keeper Chase. I make my own decisions and that is one I definitely do not regret.”
Chase fumed. “I am, damn near, your husband. I'd better have some hold over you!”
The resounding slap of Cameron's hand across his face was enough to shut him up.
The blonde swung her legs over the side of the hospital bed and leaned down to put her shoes on. Chase
remained silent until she got to the door.
“Where are you going?” He asked.
“To check on Thirteen.” She said simply. He laughed hollowly.
“You don't even know her name.” She kept her back to him. “You just risked your life for someone, and you don't even know her name.”
“And yet,” she said turning, “at this very moment, I'd rather be in a room with that stranger, whose name I don't know, then be here in this room with my own fiancé.”
“And what's that supposed to mean?”
Cameron faltered slightly. She knew what she really meant. It had been eating at her for weeks now...maybe months. But was she ready to open that doorway, or rather, shut it? She bit her lip slightly before approaching him.
“It means,” she said, fingering her engagement ring, “that you need to take some time and re-evaluate our relationship.” She slipped the ring off. “Keep this.” She said, handing it to him. “Maybe when you've got things figured out you can ask me to marry you again.” He stared down at the ring incredulously. “Until then, pull your head out of your ass Chase.” She turned and left the room.
Glancing left and right down the hallway, she realized that she didn't know which room Thirteen, Dr. Hadley, she corrected herself, was in. She made her way to the nurses station, keeping an eye out to see if Chase had followed her or not.
“Dr. Cameron, how are you feeling?” One of the nurses asked as she approached. She smiled warmly.
“A little tired, a little sore, but fine, thanks.” She replied. “Can you tell me what room Dr. Hadley is in?”
“She's just down the hall in 213.” Cameron smiled at the irony.
“Thanks.” She said before heading down the hallway.
Thirteen still wasn't awake. The clicks and beeps of the machines she was hooked up to were the only sounds in the room. Out of habit, Cameron checked her vitals. She glanced at the dialysis machine that was filtering the drugs out of Thirteen's system. She sighed to herself and pulled a chair up to Thirteen's bedside. The younger doctor was covered in sweat and her skin was still deathly pale. Cameron reached up to push some hair from Thirteen's face.
“Come on,” she said gently, mostly to herself, “I didn't risk my butt just to have you cop out on me after the fact.”
“Then why did you do it?”
Cameron jumped and watched as Thirteen cracked a small smile. She opened her eyes slightly.
“Hey.” Thirteen said, her voice cracking slightly.
“Hey.” Cameron replied. Thirteen coughed slightly and tried to sit up a little. “Can I get you anything? Water? More pillows? More blankets?”
“More peanuts for the in-flight movie?” Thirteen said jokingly. Cameron laugh, a small blush tinging her cheeks. “Water would be great, thanks.” Cameron nodded and reached behind her where there was a pitcher of water and some cups. She filled one and held it out for Thirteen to take. The brunette shifted slightly an uncomfortable look crossing her face.
“I'm still a little weak.” She said. “Could you...” She trailed off, her pride getting in her way. Cameron smiled gently and moved without another word. She placed one hand behind Thirteen's head and gently lifted it so she could drink from the cup Cameron held to her lips. Thirteen drank deeply, finishing the cup.
“Thank you.” She said, letting her head rest back on the pillow again.
“You're welcome.” Cameron said, setting the cup by the pitcher.
“Not just for that.” Thirteen said, her voice a little stronger now thanks to the water. “I mean...thank you. You saved my life. He could've killed you the moment you stepped through that door.”
“Is this the part where you call me an idiot and tell me how stupid that was?” Cameron said, more to herself than to Thirteen. Anger tinted her voice as she recalled her fight with Chase.
“What?” Thirteen's brow furrowed in confusion. Cameron shook her head.
“Nothing, sorry, I just...Chase and I had a fight.” She said, avoiding Thirteen's gaze by glancing down to where her engagement ring used to reside.
“About what?” Thirteen asked, confusion still evident in her voice.
“About this. About how stupid he thought I was and how I shouldn't have done it and how he should have more control over me and lots of other things.” Cameron ranted slightly. Thirteen was silent for a moment.
“He thinks he should have more control over you?” She asked.
“Yeah, he does. Well, he did.” Cameron said. “I um...I called off our engagement.” Thirteen sat dumbfounded.
“Wow...you save my life, I break up your future marriage. What a way to say thank you.” She said, apparently angry at herself.
“Hey, that wasn't your fault.” She said quickly. “It's actually something I've been thinking about for a while.”
“Yeah?” Thirteen asked.
“Yeah.” Cameron said simply. Thirteen nodded.
“Well...I know we're not like friends or anything but I'm here if you need to talk to somebody. I mean, it's the least I can do.” Thirteen smiled at the blonde doctor.
“Thank you.” Cameron replied. She bit her lip slightly, mulling something over in her mind. “You know, we've never been properly introduced.” Thirteen laughed.
“You're right.” She said. She raised her hand slightly and offered it to Cameron. “I'm Remy Hadley, but you can call me Thirteen, or Dr. Hadley or whatever you want really, I'm not particular.” Cameron smiled and took Thirteen's hand.
“I'm Allison Cameron and actually I am kind of particular and hate it when people call me by my first name. So you can make up your own or Cameron's fine.” Thirteen smiled. “It's nice to meet you Remy.” Cameron said softly.
“It's fantastic to finally meet you, Cameron.” Remy replied. “So I get to make up my own nickname for you huh?” She said, a smile playing on her lips.
“I'm gonna regret saying that aren't I?” Cameron said, laughing slightly. Remy shook her head.
“Never.” Her eyes were starting to gain back some of the sparkle they'd lost in the ordeal, along with her skin finally returning to a healthy color. “Can you do me a favor?” She asked suddenly.
“I already saved your life, shouldn't you be doing me lots and lots of favors?” Cameron said playfully. Remy laughed.
“What did you have in mind?” She said, arching her eyebrow. Cameron smiled, shaking her head.
“You're a flirt aren't you?” She said, calling Remy out. “You don't show it at work but I think you definitely tease the ladies.”
“Only the pretty ones.” Remy said before really realizing what she was saying. Cameron ducked her head, feeling a blush creep up her cheeks. Remy was inwardly kicking herself.
“Um, thank you, I guess.” Cameron said finally.
“Sorry,” Remy replied, “I usually know better than to play with straight girls.”
“Are you playing with me?” Cameron questioned, her eyes meeting Remy's.
Remy swallowed thickly. No doubt Cameron was gorgeous and, ever since she had come into the room, Remy had felt like an adolescent, her stomach a flutter and her heart racing. The thing was, this was entirely new and honestly, Remy had no idea was she was doing.
“Um about that favor.” She said, avoiding the question entirely. She watched as Cameron's smile slipped the tiniest bit. “Could you just tell Foreman that I changed my mind. I want to do the drug trial.”
“Of course.” Cameron replied. “I should let you get back to sleep.” She said, standing. As she turned to go Remy's hand caught hers.
“Cam.”
Cameron felt a smile spread across her face. “That's a new one.” She said.
“What?”
“No one calls me Cam.” She turned back to face Remy.
“Oh,” Remy said dumbly. Cameron felt Remy tighten her hold on her hand gently. “Seriously,” Remy said, her eyes searching Cameron's. “I will never be able to thank you enough.” Cameron squeezed her hand.
“Everyday that you choose to fight and to live instead of giving up is thanks enough.” She said.
“Why do you care about everyone so much?” Remy asked, it truly seemed to puzzle her.
“I don't know.” Cameron said shrugging. “And honestly, it's not like I'd risk being shot for some stranger off the street.” She said, trying to lighten the conversation but Remy was having none of it.
“But why me? You hardly know me. I practically am a stranger off the street.”
Cameron sighed. “I guess...there's just something about you. Something I think I'd like to get to know a little better.” She squeezed Remy's hand one last time before turning and heading for the door. She paused in the doorway, one hand on the frame. “Get some rest ok? It'll be pretty hard to get to know you while you're confined to a bed.” Remy smirked.
“Really? Because plenty of women have gotten to know me pretty well in the confines of a bed.” She said, her eyes dancing playfully. Cameron smiled and shook her head.
“Flirt.”
Part 1