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Some Things Can't Be Forgotten

Thirteen sat idly in her seat as she, along with the other fellows, waited for the arrival of their boss. Foreman was next to her, rubbing circles in the back of her hand as he held it. She knew that no one was shocked when they announced their relationship, it had been a long time coming, but she could see that Kutner, Taub, Cuddy, and even House were slightly uneasy about them being together. Of course, everyone at Princeton-Plainsboro had their own opinion of the two doctors. Cameron and Chase, involved in an office romance themselves, seemed to support the couple, as well as Kutner. Taub figured that they shouldn't bother because of Thirteen's disease; that their relationship would end in catastrophic failure. Cuddy didn't seem to care as long as it didn't interfere with their jobs (though it already had), but the Dean, though she respected her as a doctor, never seemed to like Thirteen as a person. House couldn't stand the two together, as he too thought that their relationship compromised their jobs. Foreman had spoken with her one night before they went to bed, about how he believed that House was jealous of their happiness, or possibly simply of Thirteen, pointing out that she was the most beautiful woman he had ever dated. She smiled fondly remembering that night. After he had said that, she wouldn't let him sleep, at least not until she was done with him. Her train of thought was broken and her mind smacked back to the present as the door to the diagnostics office slammed shut behind House as he limped into the room.

"New case," he said as he shrugged his backpack and coat to the floor. He tossed a copy of the patient's file to each of his new fellows, and upon receiving her copy, Thirteen opened it. She had only gotten as far as the name when her eyes widened with the horror of years past. Brock Fischer. Damn. "Twenty-nine year old male experiencing severe shortness of breath, fatigue, and chest pain," her boss continued.

"Coronary Artery Disease," Taub suggested.

"No," Foreman argued. "There's no fluid in the lungs, no angina, no arrhythmia."

"Do you seriously think I would take this case if it was CAD?" House mocked. "That's the first place the ER went."

"Mesothelioma," Thirteen said. "He's a home renovator. He's probably come into contact with asbestos dust somewhere along the line."

"Finally! You're thinking straight again!" House said. "Fourteen, take a history, then Taub and Kutner, MRI the lungs. What are you waiting for? Hop to!"

The team departed for their assigned duties, Thirteen following her boyfriend to the patient's room, hoping he wasn't who she thought he was. Her fears were confirmed when she caught sight of the man lying in his bed through the glass, his girlfriend waiting with a worried expression at his side. "Foreman," she said, "you think you can handle this?"

"Why? House sent us both to do this."

She wanted to tell him that it was because she didn't want to see this man, the man who had hurt her so much as teenagers, who had caused so much damage in a single night. She settled with a white lie. "I have clinic duty."

"No you don't." Thirteen cast an uneasy glance towards the patient as his girlfriend left his room. Foreman took note. "Do you know him?" She was silent. "I can tell when something's up. Can we talk about it?"

"During our lunch break, somewhere private," she finally answered. "Let's just get the damn history." When they stood directly outside the patient's room, Foreman hugged Thirteen tightly to his chest and then kissed her passionately. He loved her more than anyone had ever loved her; she knew that. She knew she would have to tell him today.

"Whatever it is," he comforted, "I'm here."

"I know," she said, looking up to see Brock ogling at her excitedly, lusting for her. So he does recognize me.

The pair walked into the patient's room and Foreman began to speak. "Hi. I'm Dr. Foreman and this is…"

"Sexy Remy Hadley," the patient cut him off.

"It's Dr. Hadley to you, Fischer," Thirteen sneered, her words like venom.

"Whatever," he responded before turning his attention to Foreman. "You're a lucky guy to be dating her. Best lay I've ever had."

"Excuse me?" she cut in, almost growling. "I wouldn't exactly call what happened a 'lay'. A more fitting term would be torture."

"That's funny. I recall it as being a passionate encounter."

"Passion to escape. Does your girlfriend know how much of a cad you are?"

"Actually yes, and she's surprisingly fine with it. Says I was young and stupid…"

"Yet you regret none of it!?" This was practically screamed.

"Of course not, Remy. Of course not," he whispered with no hint of remorse in his voice.

"Dr. Hadley," Thirteen corrected through clinched teeth.

"Thirteen," Foreman said gently, drawing her to the far side of the room. "We need to take a history, so if you want to tell me what's going on with you two…" He trailed off when she looked up from the floor, on the verge of crying. He held her close.

"I can't do this," she said. "I need to be somewhere else." With that, she rushed from the room as quickly as she could without breaking into a run, Foreman at her heels. As soon as she reached the empty doctors lounge, Thirteen plopped onto the couch and let loose her tears, tracing familiar paths down her face. Foreman took a seat beside her as she shifted to rest her head upon his chest. When the water works subsided, she looked up at him. "If I ever see that man again, I won't be held responsible for my actions." She sighed. Here goes nothing.

A/N Hope you enjoy! Reviews are much appreciated. I'll have the next chapter up soon.