I do not own House or any of the other characters.

This takes place in the middle of "Guardian Angels" right after the fellows left the cemetary.

"That was disgusting," Amber stated when she and Thirteen walked through the doors of the doctor's lounge.

"You didn't do anything," Thirteen replied and raised her hand to touch the back of her head.

"Didn't Kutner hit you in the head with a shovel?" Amber asked getting some coffee.

"It was an accident," Thirteen said getting a paper towel and dabbing it where her hand was.

Cameron strolled in wearing jeans and a sweater, looking around. She apparently spotted what she was looking for and walked over to the couch, grabbing her scarf off of the back of the couch.

"You should get that looked at," Amber said with a fake smile before walking out.

Thirteen muttered something under her breath and looked at the bloodstained paper towel. As Cameron was walking out, the red of the paper towel caught her eye.

"Are you bleeding?" Cameron asked stepped over to Thirteen.

"It's okay," Thirteen replied, waving her off.

"At least let me take a look at it," Cameron insisted.

Thirteen raised an eyebrow at the blonde stranger she's heard about, but never met. She bowed her head and allowed Cameron to survey the wound.

"Oh, that definitely needs a few stitches," Cameron said, "C'mon I'll sew you up in the ER."

"Weren't you just leaving?" Thirteen asked curiously as she followed Cameron to the ER.

"It's probably only going to take five or six stitches," Cameron found an empty ER bed and patted the top, "Have a seat and we'll both be out of here in no time."

Thirteen complied and sat on the bed.

Cameron pulled some gloves on and got out a sterile needle. "Is there a reason your covered in dirt and your clothes aren't?"

"Yes," Thirteen replied, "I changed back into my clothes from my dirt covered scrubs."

"Does House have anything to do with it?" Cameron parted Thirteen's hair to get to the gash.

"Yes," Thirteen repeated.

"I guess that explains it," with a few quick strokes of the needle Cameron was done

"Thanks," Thirteen stated to get up, but Cameron grabbed her arm.

"Hold on a sec," Cameron grabbed a pen light out of her pocket, "Look at me."

Thirteen looked at Cameron like she was told, but protested, "I'm fine."

Cameron shined the light in Thirteen's eyes, "You're not fine. You have a concussion."

"Okay," Thirteen shrugged and hopped up.

"I guess I don't have to tell you to try to stay awake," Cameron suggested.

Thirteen smiled, "No, but thank you."

"You shouldn't drive anytime soon either," Cameron stated.

Thirteen paused then nodded, "I guess I'll shower here then."

"I can drive you," Cameron offered, "It'll keep you awake for the next fifteen minutes and you'll get to take a shower at home."

"You don't have to…" Thirteen trailed off after seeing the look on Cameron's face. Thirteen smirked and put her hands in her pockets, "I'm ready when you are."

Cameron smiled back and led the way out to her car.

"You're the compassionate one right?" Thirteen asked as they walked through the parking lot.

"If that's what you want to call it," Cameron dug her keys out of her pocket, "You're the mysterious one right?"

"If that's what you want to call it," Thirteen smiled.

Cameron chuckled and unlocked the car.

Once they got in and Cameron pulled out of the parking lot, she asked, "Why are you so secretive?"

Thirteen raised an eyebrow, "Settling a bet? I know about the gambling ring you and Dr. Chase run."

"No," Cameron replied, "I'm just…curious."

"Are you sure?" Thirteen asked, "Isn't it better to know your odds?"

Cameron smiled, "Are you always this skeptical?"

"No until I started working with House," Thirteen replied with a small smile. Her smile faded and she laid her head back against the seat.

"Are you alright?" Cameron asked, noticing Thirteen laying her head back.

Thirteen nodded, "I just got dizzy again." Her eyes slowly closed and her head lulled against the window.

"Thirteen?" Cameron asked, pulling over on the side of the road. She felt for a pulse and checked Thirteen's breathing. Everything was normal. She let out a long breath. She was either asleep or she fainted. Either way she was going to be okay.

"I don't know where you live," Cameron told the unconscious Thirteen and started driving again.

Chase walked out the door of the apartment building he lived in with Cameron. Cameron was leaning against her car with her arms crossed.

"I thought you were pushing it when you were bringing stray cats home," Chase smirked.

"It was only one cat," Cameron replied, "And I couldn't just drop her off on the side of the road."

Chase looked through the car window and saw Thirteen was still passed out. "Well, I'd like more warning next time you start bringing stray doctors home."

Cameron rolled her eyes, "There's a reason we have a guest room."

"I thought we only had that so you'd have more closet space to put your shoes," Chase smiled.

Cameron chuckled.

"Why is she covered in dirt?" Chase walked over to the side Thirteen was on.

"It has something to do with House," Cameron stated following him, "I figured it was best not to know so I'm not an accessory to some kind of felony."

Chase opened the door and caught Thirteen before she fell out. Cameron unbuckled her and Chase picked her up.

Once they were in the apartment, Chase laid Thirteen on the turned down guest bed. Chase walked out of the room just as Cameron walked back in. She had a wet washcloth and water bottle in her hands.

"I'll be in bed," Chase kissed her forehead as they passed.

"I'll be right there," Cameron replied and continued into the room. She sat on the bed next to Thirteen and set the water bottle down.

Cameron took the washcloth and gently started wiping off Thirteen's face. She covered Thirteen up and stood. "Goodnight." She turned off the light and walked out.

She woke up to a little furry animal rubbing against her side. Thirteen blinked and looked at the furry object. She expected her to see her dog waking her for the day, but was surprised to find a cat. She looked around and noticed that she wasn't in her bedroom. She lifted the covers on her and peeked under. She let out a sigh of relief to find she was still fully clothed.

She sat up and the cat jumped onto her shoulders. She smiled, "Hey, buddy." She petted his head and stood up. She found her shoes next to the bed and slipped them on.

Thirteen continued to look around. The room was pretty generic so it was either a guest room or a hotel room. The last thing she remembered was being in Cameron's car.

The young doctor stretched and the cat jumped into her arms. She walked out of the bedroom, stroking the cat and looking for any clue as to where she was. She followed a short hallway, passed two closed doors to a living room. She was relieved to find Cameron pouring some coffee in the little kitchen attached to the living room.

Cameron looked up at the movement. She smiled sweetly, "Good morning."

"Good morning," Thirteen replied. She opened her mouth to say something else, but Chase scurried in.

Cameron handed him a coffee mug and he took it. He finally noticed Thirteen, "How do you feel?"

"I feel fine," Thirteen replied, "Thanks."

Chase smiled and nodded to her, "Good." He turned back to Cameron and kissed her cheek, "I'm going to be late." With that, he ran out the door.

"He likes you," Cameron commented walking over to Thirteen and stroking the cat, "He never likes anyone new. He still runs from Chase."

"You call your fiancé by his last name?" Thirteen raised an eyebrow.

Cameron chuckled, "He doesn't really like his first name and frankly neither do I."

"Oh," Thirteen smiled. "So, what happened last night?"

"Well, I was driving you home," Cameron walked back to the coffee maker and poured some more coffee, "And before you could tell me where you lived, you passed out."

"Sorry about that," Thirteen tentatively looked into Cameron's eyes, "Next time I get hit in the head with a shovel, I'll ride it out in the doctor's lounge."

"Don't worry about it," Cameron smiled sweetly. She tilted her head a little to the side and studied Thirteen. She was hands down beautiful, but there was something about her eyes. It could be the color, it could be the lights, but her eyes were entrancing. There was an immeasureable depth behind them. A depth that sort of sucked you in. After at least a minute of staring, Cameron gracefully shook herself out of the trance, "Besides, Cuddy might get mad if you get blood on the couch." She offered a travel mug of coffee to Thirteen. "I hate to tell you, but I don't think you have time to change."

Thirteen took a sip of her coffee as she looked at the clock behind Cameron, "That's fine. It'll throw a fun monkey wrench into the gossip tree."

Cameron chuckled. She was beginning to like Thirteen.

Thirteen set the cat down on the floor and it circled her, rubbing itself on her legs.

"Okay, we better go before he wants to mate with you," Cameron said with a smile.

Thirteen smirked and followed Cameron out the door as they headed off for work.