The next morning Allison woke to find that she was alone in the bed. Stretching her leg out to the other side of the bed, she was saddened to find no lingering warmth from the other woman. Staring up at the ceiling, she wiped the sleep from her eyes and sat up, leaning against the backboard. It was Saturday morning and she was looking forward to heading back to New Jersey tomorrow.

"What time is it?" she thought to herself, glancing over at the clock on the bedside table. It was 10am, the first speaker had started an hour ago. Questioning why her alarm hadn't gone off, she saw a note placed on her bedside table. Picking up the item, she began to read it.

Sorry about turning off the alarm, but you looked so peaceful. Plus you drank a fair bit of tequila, and while I was proud of your abilities, I doubted you'd feel great this morning. So really you owe me for this sleep in. Don't worry, you can thank me later. Not sure what I'll be doing today, but I don't think I can sit through another lecture and maintain my sanity. See you tonight. 13.

Smiling at Remy's note, she couldn't help but also be annoyed by the woman. She had run off, leaving Cameron to attend the rest of the lectures by herself.

Pouring a cup of awful, but highly needed, coffee from the machine in the room, she began to get ready. She stepped quickly into the shower, having stripped herself of the few clothes she had worn to bed. Standing there for what felt like hours, the hot water drifted down her skin. It was something she often did after a gruelling shift in the ER or going to the gym. Her mind would go blank as the water relaxed the muscles in her shoulders and back. Eventually stepping out, she finished getting ready, before grabbing her purse and leaving the hotel room.

The day in front of her didn't seem very appealing. It was mostly unnecessary lectures which didn't relate to her field of medicine or role as head of the ER. She questioned why Cuddy had asked her to be a representative at the conference, but knew the older woman always had a reason for what she did. Grabbing a bagel, Allison walked into a crowded room, taking a seat as others scrambled around her. Waiting for the speaker to begin, she began glancing around the room.

The man next to her was pinching the bridge of his nose, groaning slightly at what she assumed was a headache. Apparently she and Remy weren't the only ones enjoying a few drinks the previous night. Looking around at those in the room, she noticed many looked slightly hung-over. As the speaker began, with his voice echoing loudly, Allison was grateful for the extra sleep she had gained. It had helped her skip most of the after effects of the tequila.

Cameron continued to listen to the speakers throughout the day. Taking a few notes, she broadly covered their ideas, but decided not to make much of an effort. She attempted to keep her mind from wandering to thoughts of Remy, something it was doing often lately. Instead, Allison tried to focus on what was going on in front of her, a task she found incredibly dull.

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Earlier that day

Thirteen woke early that morning, swinging her legs over the side of the bed and sitting up. It was 7am and the alarm was set to go off soon. Not wanting to disturb Allison, she switched the machine off. The woman had a few too many shots the night before, and it was probably best to let her sleep it off. Remy grinned at the memory of what happened the night before, with the blonde curling up against her. But rather than continue to enjoy this thought, she quickly shook it from her head. A relationship with Allison would never happen for her. Cameron was way out of her league, not to mention straight. She deserved a happy, easy life, something Remy didn't think she could give her.

After quickly getting herself ready for a day of wandering around Chicago, Thirteen looked over at Cameron. The blonde was lying there peacefully, her hand reaching to Remy's pillow. There was a part of her that wanted to wait for the woman to wake up. Another part, however, urged her to leave. Torn between two choices, she decided to write a note for Allison instead, leaving it next to her before quietly heading out the door.

Thirteen spent the day wandering the city streets. While going to some of the major tourist spots, she preferred to discover quirky areas for herself. She couldn't help but purchase a souvenir or two to mark her trip. Remy knew this habit wasn't the coolest, but it was something she enjoyed. Each item reminded her of the places she had been to, the experiences she had taken part in and the life she had lived.

Not heading back until late that night, she thought it was best to spend a day away from Cameron, letting the space clear her mind a little. Once they returned, Thirteen did hope they could become good friends. She was attracted to the woman, but hoped that her feelings wouldn't develop further. In the past she had straight friends she found attractive, and for the most part it had turned out fine. She hoped this would be another one of those cases. There was something about the blonde woman that made Remy want to be close to her, to share things with her, to make her laugh. If she could find a balance between becoming close and remaining a relatively private person, she thought she might be able to make it work. She just needed to figure out how to do this.

AN: Thanks for the reviews, they are greatly appreciated. Sorry about the delay in posting, my bad. I'm not particularly happy with the last paragraph, but was too tired to fix it any further. I just wanted to throw some ideas out there. Anyway, enough of my rambling. Thanks for reading and please review.