Author: Athyna DaughterofPosiedon PM
Cameron thinks back to the first time she met Thirteen. Now multichapter, and way more evolved than when I first thought it up.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance - A. Cameron & Thirteen/R. Hadley - Chapters: 7 - Words: 8,580 - Reviews: 23 - Favs: 9 - Follows: 15 - Updated: 03-13-11 - Published: 01-10-11 - Status: Complete - id: 6643197
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A/N So, like the last story I wrote, this attacked me this morning and would. Not. Let. Go. It is dedicated to SMO 13 because my obsession is ALL her fault. Grrr. So, the beginning is after Thirteen, Taub, and Kutner get hired, but the flashback is sometime at the beginning of the "game".
Disclaimer: If I owned it, this would have happened in the show. Did it? No. Well then, I must not own House.
I sat down at a table in the cafeteria, next to my boyfriend, along with Eric, Thirteen, Taub, and Kutner. Thirteen was in the process of telling a story. "…so then he fell over, and everyone rushed over. The looks on their faces were hilarious! Anyway, we took him into a patient's room so we could do some biopsies, and I asked Cole what he'd drugged him with. He denied it and asked why I hadn't asked him not to put me on the chopping block. I told him it was because I knew nothing I could say would change his mind. So, anyway, Cole left, and House woke up. I still had to do the liver biopsy, and I may have 'forgotten' the lidocaine. After I got the sample, he realized I had drugged him, to which I responded 'you drugged me.'"
"And you're still alive?" Chase asked her incredulously.
"You must have made one hell of a first impression," Eric told her, shaking his head.
"Well," she smirked turning her head ever so slightly towards me, "I have been told I'm rather fantastic at them."
My eyes widened, and I could feel my face turning red. I stood up quickly, grabbing my tray. "I have to, erm, ER," I stuttered, turning and practically running out the doors, before anyone could question me.
I pushed open the front doors of PPTH. It had been an exhausting day. I had recently started working in the ER, and things still weren't running smoothly. The overturned bus had definitely not helped. I had to stay late, so I called Chase during my lunch break to tell him I had to cancel our date. He'd gotten completely ticked off, and we had started yelling. I told him that maybe we should take a break, and hung up before he could say anything.
By the time I was at my car, I'd decided I desperately needed a drink. There was a bar I knew of that was only a few blocks away, so I drove on over. I opened the door, and made my way over to the bar. I plopped down on a stool and ordered a gin and tonic. As I finished my drink, a young woman came over and sat beside me, carrying a beer. I glanced over at her, and my eyes widened in surprise. There was no use denying it—she was gorgeous—longish brown hair, and blue eyes that had a sort of withdrawal to them, and a sort of mysteriousness that I briefly thought would instantly intrigue House.
She turned and caught my eye, smirking. I blushed slightly. "Hey," she said. She looked familiar, though I couldn't figure out why. Surely I would remember someone as interesting as her.
She waved her hand, calling over the bartender. "Want one," she asked. I nodded, still a little too flustered to speak. When the beers arrived, she turned to me. "So, do you want to dance?" she asked, standing up, and offering me her hand. I took her hand, still in a bit of a flustered daze.
A couple of songs later, I was absolutely exhausted. She followed me back to the bar, and ordered us another round of beers. "So, um, do you have a name?" I asked.
"You can call me Thirteen." I raised an eyebrow, but didn't comment.
About an hour later, I looked at my watch, and nearly fell off my stool. It was nearly midnight! I got up to leave, and noticed Thirteen following me. I walked, well, more like stumbled, out the door. I leaned against a lamppost and gave Thirteen a once-over. She smirked, and sauntered closer to me. "So," she said, conversationally, "how was my first impression?" and before I got a chance to answer, she pressed her lips against mine. When I didn't protest, she placed her hands on my hips and pulled me closer. It was gentle, and not at all what I would expect from some one like her.
She pulled away after what felt like forever. "Fantastic," I answered her question, feeling dazed. She smirked her pretty little smirk, and turned away. "See you tomorrow, Dr. Cameron," she called. It took me a good minute or two to remember I had never told her my name, so how did she… and suddenly, all the pieces came together. Her "name", how she knew my name, why she had said she'd see me tomorrow, even why she was at this particular bar. She was one of House's "contestants."
Oh, God. Tomorrow is going to be awkward.
A/N So, yeah. Not my best, but oh well. You can fill in the missing hour, I couldn't think of what to say, sorry.