Her head was killing her. She drank entirely too much the night before. She didn't want to open her eyes immediately. Her last ditch effort to do something completely out of character at her bachelorette party had ended in the worst hangover she'd ever had. She rolled over to bury her head under the pillow when she realized that the sheet she was under was floating against her bare skin.

Cameron slowly opened her eyes against the harsh light coming in from the floor to ceiling windows she had never seen before in her life. As she cautiously scanned the room she saw the generic furniture and materials of a motel room. Luckily, there was no one else in the room. Cameron checked the clock and was glad she had taken the day off in the unlikely event of the hangover. She never drank that much or got that out of control, but she felt that she needed to let loose. That in combination with the fight she had had with Chase earlier in the day and her massive stress levels from work sent her into a drinking binge.

The blonde groaned and buried her face in a pillow that smelled faintly of perfume. Cameron didn't recognize it as her own, but the smell triggered something in her brain to bring back a memory of the night before.

She stumbled into the motel room with someone behind her. Cameron whirled around and kissed the person who had followed her in, so forcefully the person was backed up against the door closing it behind them. The blonde felt warm skin just above the tight jeans of her companion as she ran her palm across the area.

Cameron buried her face deeper into the pillow trying to remember who she had slept with. She knew it was a woman and that fact didn't surprise her. She'd had relationships with women before, she just wasn't very open about it around work because of House.

She'd never had to try to figure out who she had slept with before. This was definitely not something she'd ever do. Especially the whole cheating on her fiancé thing. Running a hand through her hair, she didn't know how she was going to be able to face Chase and if she should tell him or not.

After a few minutes of staring at the white ceiling, Cameron decided to get dressed. She figured that she wasn't going to tell Chase that she slept with someone until she was sure who it was. One of her friends at the bachelorette party was bound to know who she left with.

Her clothes were in a neat pile folded on the chair in the corner of the room. Cameron was sure that the night before her mind wasn't on folding her clothes so her whoever she slept with was courteous enough to do it for her. As she backed to the bed to sit to put her black pants on, she knocked over one of the heeled boots she had worn the night before and when she bent down to set it upright she saw a little bit of lilac lace peeking out from under the bed skirt. Cameron reached down and picked it up, revealing it as a pair of lilac, lacy hot pants. The feel of the material brought another memory to the forefront of her mind.

The body pressed against her own was so soft and so warm, Cameron just wanted it closer so she reached up and ran her hands across the smooth skin of the woman's back, her fingers grazing over the back of a lilac lace bra. She tilted her head to the side so a pair of skilled lips could have full access.

Cameron ran her hand along the back of a toned thigh as she wriggled under the woman above her.

Cameron didn't remember ever feeling so turned on. It might have been the alcohol, or whoever it was that she slept with, but the blonde felt the need now more than ever to find out who the mystery woman was.

She saw her keys and clutch wallet were on the nightstand next to the bed, neatly stacked and perfectly parallel to the edge of the stand. Cameron picked both of them up and after folding the hot pants she found as small as possible before putting them in the pocket of her jacket. She thought it would be nice to return them to their owner. She found a key card to the room under her wallet and picked it up on her way out.

As she spotted her car, Cameron wondered if the mystery woman had paid for the motel room. Ever being the one that had to do the right thing, Cameron walked to the small front office of the motel. A friendly looking older woman smiled at her from behind the clean white counter of the front desk. "How can I help you?"

"Um, was room," Cameron paused to look out the window at the door she had just come out of, "134 paid for last night?" She twirled the key to the room in her hand.

The older woman's fingers flew over the keys on the computer in front of her. She paused as she squinted at the screen to read before answering, "Yes it was. It was also paid for tonight."

Cameron's eyebrows knitted together. She bit her lip debating whether or not to ask the question that was on her mind. Deciding to bite the bullet Cameron sheepishly asked, "Can you tell me who paid for the room?"

The woman smiled softly, "I'm not allowed to release a name as it was paid for with the credit card."

"What about what she looked like?" Cameron asked.

"Well," the woman took a deep breath, "My glasses broke last week and I haven't gotten my new pair yet, but from what I could see, she was tall-ish, thin with long dark hair, maybe brown. Wavy. Very polite… I'm sorry. That's all I can remember."

"Thank you so much," Cameron smiled sweetly, sliding the key into her pocket, "When is checkout?"

"Eleven tomorrow," the woman smiled again.

"Thanks," Cameron added again and walked to her car that was parked perfectly in the spot right in front of the room. She finally took a moment to survey the building. It wasn't the newest motel in town, but it definitely wasn't the oldest. It was painted light blue with white trim around the windows and doors. Some of the gold numbers on the doors were missing, but for the most part it was kept in good shape. She turned from the building to look at the street the motel was on. It was only a few blocks from the bar they were at. It would have been easy to drive to the motel drunk or not. However the car was parked in the space, straight between the lines so it was obvious she didn't drive her own car to the motel last night.

She unlocked the car and looked around the inside trying to find something that might belong to the mystery brunette. When she found nothing, she fell into the driver's seat and took her sunglasses out of the glove compartment of her car, the faint smell of stale smoke coming off of her clothes. Cameron sat and thought for a moment. Smoking wasn't allowed in most bars in Plainsboro, but at the one they started at last night, there was a group of people smoking right outside the door. Cameron bend down and inhaled the smell, another memory coming back to her.

Chase was being an ass. She wanted him to miss one stupid cricket game so they could go pick out the champagne flutes they would toast their marriage with and he was acting like a child. It's the finals or championship or something, but this was their wedding.

"Ally," one of her friends leaned over the small cocktail table, "Are you okay?"

Cameron snapped out of her own head and looked across the table at the light brown eyes of her best friend. "Oh yeah. Sorry."

Her friend, Kelly frowned, "This is your bachelorette party. You're supposed to be having fun."

"I know," Cameron smiled softly, "Bars just aren't really my scene."

"Just be glad I talked Sadie out of taking you to a strip club," Cameron's friend winked and leaned back in her chair.

The blonde ER head looked around the bar, noticing that everyone she came with, with the exception of Kelly were dispersed around the bar, having a generally good time.

"Do you want another drink?" Kelly asked.

Cameron looked at the empty glass that her mojito once occupied. This was supposed to be fun. She was supposed to cut loose. She was tired of doing things how she was supposed to. She was tired of having to do the right thing all the time.

The blonde looked up at her friend, "Let's do shots."

Kelly's eyes lit up. "I knew there was a little party animal in there somewhere." She stood up and walked to the bar, calling everyone that had come with them over to the table. Everyone gathered around Cameron's table as Kelly brought over the shots.

Kelly flipped her brown hair out of her face as she lifted the light down liquid in the air, "To Ally's last week of freedom."

Cameron's mouth dropped open. The mystery woman couldn't be Kelly, could it? After a minute of thinking, Cameron sighed. There was only one way to find out.

"Hey Ally," Kelly smiled when the blonde walked into her office. She stood from behind her desk, wearing a smart charcoal gray suit with a purple shirt under the tailored jacket. "I can't believe you're already awake." She rounded her large desk with a glossy top, covered in papers next to a flat computer screen.

The blonde warmly accepted the hug she knew was coming. "Me either," Cameron decided to test Kelly, just in case she was the mystery woman because right now she was acting completely normal. "What time did I go to bed last night?"

Kelly shrugged, "I have no idea. I had to go home around two because I had to be here this morning. You stayed with everyone else." Kelly frowned and gestured to the chair for Cameron, "I hated to be a party-pooper. It's just getting close to my deadline."

"It's fine," Cameron smiled taking a seat in one of the comfortable looking maroon chairs facing the front of Kelly's desk, "To be honestly, I probably made an ass out of myself."

"Probably?" a wicked grin formed on the other woman's face, "You don't remember?"

The ER head shook her head, sighing as she leaned back in the chair, "Not at all. Was I hanging around any brunettes in particular?"

Kelly studied her best friend for a while before letting out a quiet gasp, "Allison Cameron! Did you sleep with that hot brunette bartender?"

"The guy?" Cameron tried to remember before finding it pointless. She shook her head, "No."

"A girl?" Kelly asked taking a seat on the corner of her desk, placing her hand on the edge of her desk.

The blonde bowed her head and nodded.

The first thing out of her friend's mouth was definitely not expected, "Was she hot?"

Cameron raised an eyebrow at Kelly.

"What?" Kelly shrugged, "It's a legit question."

"I don't remember," Cameron sighed again. This was beginning to get frustrating. "And I need to find out."

"Well," the brunette paused, putting her long brown hair behind her ear, "Do you know anything about this unidentified woman?"

"She had long dark, maybe brown hair and is a size two," Cameron droned, "She has a credit card and is tall-ish."

Kelly looked questioningly at her friend, "You thought it was me?"

Cameron bashfully looked at her lap, "Brown hair and tall. You were there last night. It's logical."

Kelly nodded understanding Cameron's conclusion. "How do you know she's a size two?" Kelly raised an eyebrow.

"She forgot something."

"Ah," Kelly sat up straight. She looked over at her desk and picked up a notepad and a pen, "Let's make a list of everyone you remember at your party with long brown hair. Hopefully it's someone you know."

It suddenly hit Cameron that she should probably get tested for anything communicable tomorrow when she went back to work. The blonde nodded, "Um there was Jennifer, Danielle, Tori…"

"That girl that looked like Uma Thurman," Kelly interjected.

Cameron thought for a moment before smiling, "Hannah?"

"Yes!" Kelly wrote down all the names. They both paused, "What about that doctor you invited that was quiet the whole time before heading off to the bar?"

"Thirteen?" Cameron asked suddenly remembering when she invited Thirteen on a whim in the locker room at the hospital. She'd been curious and wanted to get to know the younger doctor, and dragging her to a bar seemed like a good idea. All she knew about Thirteen was that she was dating Foreman. Cameron internally cringed and couldn't help, but think the internist could do so much better.

As the wrote the brunette asked, "Her name is Thirteen?"

"It is at work," Cameron explained, "Her real name is…" she paused knowing that she'd heard Cuddy yell it at some point in the past year Thirteen had been working with her, "Remy."

"Nice," Kelly nodded, "So that's all the brunettes I remember."

Cameron ran a hand through her hair, "Yeah. Me too, but how do I find out who it was? And what if it wasn't any of these people?"

"Then you just wait to remember," the woman stood from her desk and patted Cameron's shoulder, "It'll come to you."

"What do I tell Robert?" Cameron sighed.

Kelly bit her lip, "Don't tell him anything until you know for sure. Maybe you just made out with some girl and passed out before anything happened."

"I woke up naked," Cameron muttered.

Kelly put the notepad to her chest and looked at the ceiling, "Her first one night stand. Our girl is growing up."

Cameron couldn't help, but laugh and swat Kelly's knee, "Shut up."

"But really hon," the brunette leaned on her desk, "We'll find out who it is. How about we go take Sadie to lunch? She was in charge of you after I left."

"I have no idea what happened after you left," Sadie chuckled as she looked at Kelly, "I kept drinking shots of vodka as they were put in front of me."

"Who was the last person you saw with Ally?" Kelly asked, as Cameron took a bite of her sandwich. Suddenly, she was starving. Apparently she had quite a workout the night before.

"Um…Jen was sitting next to you when I left," Sadie shrugged.

Cameron was about to open her mouth when a beeping filled the air around them. The blonde looked down at her phone on the table. She was getting a page from the hospital, specifically Cuddy's office which always meant that they needed her in the ER. If Cuddy needed something else she'd just call.

She looked up at her friends. "I have to go to work."

"I'll call Danielle and Tori for you," Kelly told her.

"Tori crashed on my couch last night," Sadie explained taking a bite of her soup, "I guess Kelly was the only one that didn't drink herself into oblivion last night. Your doctor friend drank a lot and she was flirting hardcore with the bartender."

"So I'll call Danielle," Kelly stood up with Cameron, "And I'll call you after." She hugged Cameron.

The second Cameron stepped out of the locker room in her clean pink scrubs she was swept up in a whirlwind of sick, injured, and dying patients. It was hours before she was able to sit down. She was exhausted from a lack of sleep, a lingering hangover, and an empty stomach.

The blonde tiredly walked into her office and slumped down in the chair behind her desk, her head resting next to her arm on the smooth wood. As she yawned, her phone rang in the drawer next to her desk.

Cameron whipped out the phone and opened it, laying it on the side of her head. "Yeah."

"Hey hon," Kelly's sweet voice came over the line, "How are you holding up?"

"I'm exhausted," Cameron answered, "Did you call Danielle?"

"Yup. She left with some guy and they spent the night at her place," Kelly answered. There was a pause, "I gotta go. Call me when you get home from work."

"Okay, bye," the doctor sighed and closed her phone. She lifted her head, slowly and decided that she had done all she could that day. Staying longer would risk a misdiagnosis and falling asleep on her feet.

As she trudged to the locker room, Cameron's phone rang again. This time Chase's name appeared on the screen. She silenced her phone and sighed. She didn't think she could face him until she figured out what happened. And truth be told, she really didn't want to go home tonight. Well, the hotel room was still paid for, for another night and maybe she'd run into the mystery women there.

Cameron didn't know how long she stood at her locker staring at the contents, but movement out of the corner of her eye brought her out of a trance. She glanced over and found Thirteen standing at her locker, a stain across the front of her shirt that looked like the contrast dye they used for MRIs.

"Hey," Cameron said pleasantly as Thirteen pulled a clean shirt out of her locker.
Thirteen's head whipped to where Cameron was standing. Her eyes went from panicked to questioning in a matter of seconds. When Cameron just turned to her locker to open it, Thirteen decided it was safe to answer, "Hey."
"Did you have fun last night?" Cameron asked politely as she started to change out of her scrubs.
Thirteen wasn't sure if this was some sort of trick so she just answered, "Yeah."
"Good," Cameron turned to Thirteen who was peeling off her shirt. "Sadie said you were hitting it off with the..." The blonde froze as the slim expanse of Thirteen's back came into view. It triggered a
whole new slew of memories.

Cameron arched her body into the body hovering over her until she felt contact. She ran her hands through the long brown hair of the woman above her and guided the brunette down for a long, slow kiss. When the woman pulled away, she looking into the crystal blue eyes of Remy Hadley as the younger doctor panted to catch her breath.

Cameron couldn't stop herself from reaching out and touching the skin she had so intimately gotten to know the night before, the gravity of the night before crashing down on her. Thirteen froze at the touch, her soiled shirt in her hand. "It was you," Cameron whispered finally noticing the lilac of bra Thirteen was wearing.
Thirteen bit her lip, knowing exactly what Cameron was talking about. She swallowed hard but didn't answer.
"Can we go get some coffee?" Cameron asked taking Thirteen's silence for a yes, "I'm still fuzzy on the…details." When Thirteen didn't answer Cameron added, "Please…I need to know."
Thirteen pulled her clean shirt on and sighed, "Okay."
Cameron nodded thankfully.
Once they had awkwardly finished changing, Cameron lead the way out the door.

After they sat down at the coffee shop across the street from the hospital, Thirteen stared into her drink trying desperately to teleport herself to somewhere else.

"Do you remember last night?" Cameron asked quietly after Thirteen had been mentally absent for a good three minutes, her eyes fixed on the coffee in front of her.

Thirteen's eyes darted to Cameron before returning to her coffee. Her voice was barely audible, "Yeah."

"How did it happen?" Cameron asked pointedly.

Thirteen leaned back and looked at her, "In the bar, you kissed me. Then we stumbled out of the bar together and to the motel. I'm sure you can figure out what happened after that."

After a short, thoughtful pause Cameron asked, "How did my car get to the parking lot of the motel?"

"When I woke up this morning, I got your keys and left it there," Thirteen explained, shifting in her chair.

Cameron caught Thirteen's eyes, "Why did you pay for two nights at the hotel?"

"I thought you'd sleep late and miss check out," Thirteen shrugged. She leaned forward and rested her chin on her hand.

It took Cameron a minute to process what Thirteen just said and when she did, she bit her lip, "Thank you. That was…sweet."

Thirteen was obviously was stunned by the comment, but quickly recovered. "It was nothing."

A dreadfully awkward silence fell over them as Remy stared into her drink and Cameron searched for anything to say.

An odd thought came into Cameron's head and since the situation was awkward to begin with she decided to ask, "How was I last night? Did you… Did I give…? God this is so weird."

Thirteen seemed to relax a bit and she even let out a smile, "You were fine. Yes I did and you were the cause of it."

"Oh good," Cameron sighed, "It's been a while and I was drunk…I don't remember."

"It's been a while?" Thirteen raised an eyebrow, leaning back in her chair.

The blonde nodded, "A couple years. Before I started working for House."

"Wow," Thirteen ran a finger around the rim of her coffee, "I never would have thought…"

"Most people don't," Cameron confirmed, catching Thirteen's eyes and holding them. After a pause Cameron added, "Last night I…I just wanted to do something crazy. Something I'd never done before. I was tired of doing what I was supposed to do. I never drink like that."

"It was pretty obvious," Thirteen offered a sweet smile, "You drank a lot."

Cameron nodded, "I won't be doing that again anytime soon."

"So last night was your bachelorette party? Which is usually followed by a wedding."

"Yeah," the ER head nodded, not sounding very enthusiastic.

"You don't sound too excited," the brunette observed.

"It's just…" Cameron paused, "It's what I'm supposed to do. I got good grades. I went to college, then med school. I got engaged to a doctor. I'm supposed to marry him."

Thirteen tilted her head, "What do you really want to do?"

The blonde sighed, "I don't know. Just…not what I'm doing now."

"Life is too short to not do what makes you happy," Thirteen quietly added.

After looking the brunette up and down, Cameron nodded. She knew that Thirteen was right. She rested her head in her hands and closed her eyes, "What do I do?"

After a short pause, Thirteen replied, "You'll know."

Cameron looked back down at the table. "I think, if it's okay with you, that I'll stay in the hotel again tonight. I really need some time to sort some things out."

Thirteen nodded, "You're welcome to stay there. I'm going to go home tonight."

"Well…" Cameron paused, "Would you have dinner with me? I just…you make a lot more sense than I'm making right now."

The younger doctor was reluctant to accept, but eventually nodded. "Okay."

They got some take out before heading back to the hotel. Neither one were feeling like being out in public.

They sat on opposite sides of the bed and stared at the TV that was playing sitcoms reruns. Cameron was deep in thought. In the back of her mind she had already decided that she was going to do, but she was fooling herself into thinking it over.

Thirteen on the other hand was just pushing her food around the white paper box with her chopsticks, wondering what had possessed her to come back with Cameron. This was definitely not in her one night stand protocol.

The blonde had quickly scarfed down her food and tossed the box into the trashcan by the bed. She looked at Thirteen whose food was forgotten in her hand as it rested on her knee. There was nothing about Thirteen that wasn't beautiful. Even in the trance the TV put her in, she was perhaps the most attractive person Cameron had ever met.

She didn't know why she asked, but she figured nothing could make it more awkward than she already was. "Would you have slept with me if you weren't drunk?"

Thirteen slowly turned her head back toward Cameron, her mouth slightly opened in surprise at the question. "I…what?"

"Under normal circumstances, would you have slept with me?" Cameron asked.

The brunette closed her mouth and swallowed, "What does that-"

Cameron cut her off, "Would you have slept with me?"

"Yes," Thirteen answered honestly, "You're…I've been…" She trailed off and looked at her food. "You're gorgeous."

Cameron blushed slightly, "Thank you."

"This may be obvious, but would you have slept with me?"

The blonde took a deep breath, "Probably not last night, but eventually. In a few months when I file for divorce and realized you're the most attractive person I've ever met. Although I probably would have asked you out on a date first."

Thirteen smiled shyly, looking down and letting her hair fall over her face.

Eventually they both turned back to the TV, not really knowing what else to day. A few minutes later, Thirteen stood, "I should go. I have to be in early tomorrow."

Cameron stood with her. She knew there was no reason for her to keep Thirteen any longer. "Thanks for staying."

Thirteen dropped her food into the trash, "No problem." She silently walked to the door and felt Cameron following her. The internist got to the door and opened it.

"Remy?" Cameron quietly asked.

Thirteen turned around with her hand on the knob. Cameron stepped up and softly kissed her. When she pulled away, Cameron looked at the ground, "I…um, have a nice night."

The shock of the kiss wore off and Thirteen just slid her hands into her pockets and nodded before walking back out to her car.