That Little Thing They Have in Common

AN: beginning of season five (no engagement, definitely no marriage, and sure as hell no Cameron leaving). Everyone is just…well was just dating. The song is I Know You Want Me (Calle Ocho) by Pitbull. Oh and this is my first fic…I'd really like to know if you liked it.

Remy had done it. She had cleaned up her act and she was so proud of herself; she didn't want to go down that route again (that bar-hopping, drug taking, sleeping with whomever, wherever route). And she had kept her act clean, even after a month of being single (her choice) she stayed away from everything. So, in order to blow off some pent up steam, she found herself at a dance studio, walking into a dance class. A Salsa class at that. It had been years since she last set foot in a studio. She didn't exactly know why she stopped dancing after high school, it just kind of happened.

She always loved to dance, it was her favorite extracurricular, but determination to get through college left no time for dance classes. Sure, she would go to the occasional club, and sure, she would definitely be dancing at that occasional club but she never went to classes.

Now, as she was walking into this class she realized how much she missed it. She never let herself think too much on the subject because deep down she knew that it was quite possibly the only thing she ever truly loved—aside, of course, from her plethora of suspenders. Dancing was the only thing that ever made her happy.

As the clock neared time she looked around for an open space, which, to her surprise was rather difficult. Who knew that Salsa lessons could have so many people? She found room enough for herself towards the back of the pack. After all she really was only there to let go, not to critique herself as she would have when she was younger. Still, that voice in the back of her mind said "You are really lucky that they are on a stage and you can still see their feet! If they weren't you would be screwed!" She shook her head to get that thought out her mind, knowing all too well how true it was. She was a very visual dancer, if she couldn't see it, she couldn't imitate it.

"All right, all right, all right, all right, all right, all right! Settle down! Settle down!" The male instructor, who was not bad on the eyes at all, was trying to get everyone's attention. He might as well have said 'If you hear my voice clap twice'? That would have been too elementary, but it would have garnered a chuckle from her. "HEY!" he screamed. The crowd settled and looked up at him. "I am Derek, and this is Lacey. Obviously, we are your instructors for this evening. Who is ready to Salsa?"

The crowd broke into hoots and hollers, Remy had to laugh at them, before settling down again to listen to Derek and Lacey talk and teach. "We are going to be listening to one song tonight because we don't want to confuse the rhythmically impaired." Lacey (who Remy found even hotter than Derek) sarcastically stated, and the students laughed. It was a free class that the college provided, so there were bound to be excelled, moderate, and beginner dancers.

As the class began, and everyone found the beat, the steps came naturally to her. Soon, she was adding in her own spins and even more hip action as she was becoming comfortable with the dance.

one-two-three-four

Uno-dos-tres-cuatro

Rumba (Si)

Ella quiere su Rumba (Como?)

Rumba (Si)

Ella quiere su Rumba (Como?)

"Okay, how is everyone doing?" Derek asked after about half an hour of walking around helping people, as Lacey did the same. The students more or less moaned an affirmative, waiting for the next thing. "Who's ready to partner?"

Partner? Oh shit! She didn't want to partner! She just wanted to let loose, have a little fun and go home feeling wonderfully sore (almost like another physical exercise she liked a lot)and sleep. She didn't want to mess with meeting someone and having to make civil conversation while they awkwardly held onto each other. That was just a whole process that she was wanting to avoid.

"Well, it seems that the girls far out number the boys, so ladies, if you don't mind a lot of you will have to partner together." Derek trailed off.

Fantastic! A woman! A woman was bound to be her partner. Not that she minded, she quite liked the idea. Only, she just wanted one woman in particular, and that woman was a blonde five foot five ER head with a sweet attitude and even sweeter body. God, her bod—Shut up! She should not be thinking about her secret love while trying to find a partner that would in no way compare.

"Thirteen?" Jeez, why did that voice sound familiar? "Thirteen, is that you?" Cameron? She turned to see who on earth knew her there. "Hey! What are you doing here?" Cameron, it was her.

"Oh, I'm just trying to have fun without having too much fun." Thirteen alluded to the fact that she had in fact been staying clean since she broke up with Foreman.

"So, you decided to dance…" Cameron trailed off.

"Well, I danced for fifteen years when I was a kid, and then went to college and just…stopped. But, I figured what the hell? Why not dance again?" Why the hell did she just say that? She never told anyone about herself willingly. She never even told Foreman she could dance.

"Wow, really? Small world I guess." She paused for a second, but started before Thirteen could ask what she meant. "Will-ah, will you be my partner?" They both looked around and took notice that everyone had pretty much paired up by then.

"Of course!" I want to be your "partner" more than anything. Damn, she really hoped that she hadn't rushed her answer.

Cameron just smiled at her, "Mmmmkay, so..do you want to be the boy or do you want me to?" She asked.

"Well I am taller than you and I have had experience with this kind of partenership, so-I guess-it would be more fitting if I were the boy" Remy smirked at her and Cameron smiled up at her, looking directly into her eyes.

Thirteen put her hold up for Cameron to take. As the blonde put her hand to Thirteen's a shock made its way through both of them. Their eyes met again as this happened and they couldn't look away even if they wanted to. Then, they danced. They took their first steps, and got lost in each other.

Baby you can get it, if you wit it we can play,

baby I got cribs, I got condos we can stay,

even got a king size mattress we can lay,

baby I don't care, I don't care, what they say

I know you want me (want me)

you know I want cha (want cha)

I know you want me

you know I want cha (want cha)

I know you want me (want me)

you know I want cha (want cha)

I know you want me

You know I want cha (want cha)

one-two-three-four

Uno-dos-tres-cuatro

When Lacey came back to the mic, Cameron and Thirteen were far from ready to pull apart, but reluctantly, they did. "Thank you so much for coming! I hope you guys keep Salsa-ing because, well it's fun! You guys are free to leave." Lacey waved everyone goodbye.

The lovely doctors looked at each other. "Well, I should probably go." Cameron stated awkwardly. Why was she feeling this way? Good God! After college, she thought she was done with women…guess not.

"Right, you need to get home to Chase-" Thirteen started.

"No!" She smiled when Thirteen jumped at her enthusiastic negation. She calmed herself a little "No, I don't. I haven't for the past month or so. And, like you I needed to blow off some steam. And I went back to a part of my past I actually liked." She explained.

"So…what you're saying is you're single?" Thirteen asked with a giant grin on her face ignoring the second part for now. Cameron gave a small nod as her answer. She leaned in so close to Cameron that their faces couldn't help but touch. She whispered in Cameron's ear, "Good. That's very good." She then grabbed her bag and left a very flushed, very flustered Cameron in her wake.