A/N So (obviously) I'm starting a new story. I have a plan for this one, so I know how long it will probably be. Plus, this idea has pretty much been in my head since I started my last story so I'm most likely going to finish it.

Disclaimer: I just checked, I still don't own it.

Allison Cameron was currently in motel. She was looking for a place to stay. She was starting back at Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital in two days, and she needed to find permanent residence before then. Well hopefully permanent.

"Stupid Craig's list killer myth." She mumbled, as she looked at ads. She needed a place somewhat close to the hospital. That would be able to put up with her crazy ER schedule. Leaving, and getting back first thing in the morning. She was just terrified of every ad, because she thought it might be some crazy guy with chains and whips that would torture then kill her.

She bit her lip while reading the ads on her laptop.

This sounds legit. She thought when she stumbled across an ad for a second bedroom in a modern loft downtown. She'd be rooming with a Remy Hadley.

Hadley. Why did that sound familiar? She pushed her glasses up her nose, a habit she had while thinking with them on.

Thirteen! Dr. Hadley officially, yet she couldn't recall her first name. If she had ever known it. It could be Remy... Allison wondered briefly if Thirteen would report to House that she was coming back to PPTH. Then remembered the various exchanges between the two she had been witness to. She unlike the other ducklings wasn't wrapped around his finger.

"It might not even be her.." She stated to herself. But found that she was hoping it was. Why?

"I could always check it out." God, she needed to stop talking to herself.

She typed a reply to the ad. Then got ready for bed, not wanting to go to bed, in that bed.

XxXxXxX

Thirteen checked her e-mail before she went to sleep, and saw a reply to an ad for a roommate she had posted almost a month ago. She smirked she had posted it after she had gotten over her barhopping, drinking, doing drugs, picking up chicks faze. She had been bored lately, and had thought it was a great way to fill her guest bedroom.

Plus she could always reject anybody she didn't like.

But this sounded interesting. A woman looking for a place to stay while she got her footing in the city, and at her new job. This girl suggested they meet at a Starbucks just around the corner from her place.

Sounds legit she thought. Before replying that she'd be there.

XxXxXxX

Twelve thirty, it was Thirteen's lunch break, and Allison had already checked out of her motel. Hoping she could stay at this new place tonight. If not she'd have to find a new motel, or sleep in her car. God, she was barely even thirty, and she was dealing with mid-life crisis symptoms. She wished she'd never left.

"Remy Hadley?" Allison asked. Tapping a brunette on the shoulder who was sitting in the corner where she'd said she would be. It was Thirteen, she had been right.

"Cameron?" She asked when she turned around. Holding a frappuccino eyebrows raised.

"You're the one who responded to my ad?" She asked disbelief spilling across her features.

"Yeah, I'm.., starting at Princeton Plainsboro again." Cameron smiled nervously.

"Well, small world." Thirteen gave her a grin. "Please have a seat." She flourished to the seats next to her.

"So are we still going to do this interview thing?" Allison sat down.

"I don't see that there's a point. I mean I pretty much know you're fine for the room. You're a perfect, brilliant, caring doctor, who's maybe a little to friendly to her patients. But hey, that won't be a bad thing if you end up being my roomie." She took a slurp of her frozen decaf when she was done. Looking over the top of it with teasing eyes.

"I'm not perfect." Allison was blushing. Something about those eyes just got her. At her remark Thirteen gave Allison a once over.

"I'd say you're pretty close." She jockeyed the plastic cup between her hands. Puffing up her cheeks. Allison giggled.

"So do I pass?" The blonde asked after a minute of silence.

"You had the room the minute I knew it was you." Thirteen stated taking another slurp from her coffee.

Allison tried not to blush. God she just had this charm.

"When can I move in?" Allison asked fidgeting. Not wanting to spend another night in a motel.

"Tonight?" The younger doctor proposed. Then quickly afterward. "If you want."

"That's fantastic." The blonde flushed.

XxXxXxX

"You don't have much stuff." Thirteen stated, holding all of Allison's bags.

"Yeah, a lot of my stuff's at my parents." Cameron stated slightly embarrassed. "I can carry something." She offered trying to grab one of her bags from the younger doctor.

"No, I got it." She brushed Allison off. Shoving the door of the stairwell to her apartment building open with her foot. Then holding it open with an elbow for Allison. She was so gentlemanly, Allison could see how girls fell for her so easily. That with her looks...

"I really can take something. I mean it's my stuff." Cameron said, following her up the stairs closely.

"Cameron, I got it." Remy said laughing.

"You can call me Allison." Allison informed the brunette a couple of steps above her. Just the right amount of steps above her so that she was staring at Thirteen's ass. Perfect...

"Allison, yeah. I like that better than Cameron." She turned around smiling.

XxXxXxX

"I changed my mind. You have a lot of stuff." Thirteen dropped the bags in the doorway with an over exaggerated huff.

"I offered to carry something." Allison was giggling. She's really adorable when she giggles. Thirteen thought. The way her nose scrunches up. Oh her nose is just adorable. Wait why was she thinking about how adorable Allison was. No that is not acceptable.

"So, should I give you a tour?" Thirteen asked.

"That would be good. I am going to be living here." Allison stepped over the threshold into the apartment. There was a lot of exposed brick, and it had a wide floor plan. With hardwood floors and counter to an open kitchen. It was actually really nice.

"Well that's the kitchen." Thirteen pointed to the kitchen. "This is the living room I guess." She started to walk to a hallway leading off from the living room. Cameron followed.

"That's the bathroom." She pointed in a door. "That's my room." She pointed at another room, this one with the door half open. Allison couldn't help peaking inside. She saw a queen sized bed. Unmade. But was forced to keep walking, to not look nosy.

"Aaand this is your room." Remy stopped. Arms out and palms facing forward, in a grand pose.

"You take a look, and I'll go get your stuff." Thirteen directed, before turning back down the hall.

"Hey, Thirteen." Allison jogged after her. Not checking out her room as she had been told. "Let me help. It's my stuff."

"I'm trying to be hospitable, and if I'm supposed to call you Allison. You call me Remy. No one does anymore." Allison felt slightly elated to be able to call the mysterious Doctor, House's number Thirteen by her first name. But she had to admit. It was kind of sad what she had said at the end.

Remy did seem very welcoming and anything but mysterious so far.

"Alright Remy." She tried it out, and liked how it rolled off her tongue. It was very suiting, that they got to not each other as friends instead of coworkers.

She did then check out her room. It was a lot cozier than the rest of the apartment. A full bed filled up a corner of it, and there was dresser, and a closet. White curtains hung around a window, that actually had a pretty decent view of the city around them. Snowflakes had begun to fall. Light, non-sticking ones. That gave it a beautiful look.

"It's pretty nice isn't it?" Allison jumped when she felt Remy's hand on her shoulder. Her voice only a couple inches from her ear.

"M-hm," Allison felt her mouth go dry. She was just really close.

Then she was gone. Across the room, at the doorway lugging her bags in.

"I have a spare pair of sheets that'll fit this bed, it you want them." Remy offered. Setting the bags down on said bed.

Allison pushed away the feeling she had just had as nerves at all of this. "Yeah that would be great."

"Sweet, their in my closet." Remy headed for the doorway. "You know you have a bit of a accent that you didn't have before." Remy commented from just outside the doorway.

"Oh, yeah, my parents live in Chicago. I grew up there, and I was staying with them. It tends to come back when I spend time there. It'll fade again." Allison blushed. She'd always been somewhat self-conscious of her accent, and had worked hard at getting it to go away the first time around.

"That's a shame, it's pretty adorable." God, what is wrong with you. You do not flirt with your new roommate. That is a big no-no. Remy mentally scolded on the way to get those sheets. But she couldn't help it, flirting was her natural reaction around cute girls that made her nervous. But why did Allison make her nervous?

XxXxXxX

They ordered Chinese food, after Allison had settled in to her new room, because Thirteen really didn't have any cookable food in her apartment. Allison told Remy about the Thai place her and Chase had ordered from all the time when they had first moved in together.

Remy noticed that the slight quirk of a smile that was usually on Allison's lips vanished when she talked about Chase.

So Remy steered them off that topic and onto a new one. The one thing they new they had in common. Work, and House. Allison informed Remy that she went back to work the next day. Then started with the story about why, and how she had gotten her job back.

"Well I was looking for a placement in Chicago. But I couldn't find any, and I don't know, I just didn't feel right there. I had lived here for so long. Plus my parents were suffocating me. Well I got this e-mail to be a representative for Princeton Plainsboro at a conference." She stirred her lo mein around in the box with her chop sticks.

"So I called Cuddy to tell her about it. We started talking. It was weird, even after I got moved to head of the ER, I don't think she ever saw me as more than one of House's ducklings. Well she said now the ER isn't nearly as under control as when I was controlling it. Well I think her exact words were. 'Total chaos.' She asked me where I was working now." She captured a morsel of chicken with her chop sticks, fished it out, and chewed. Before finishing.

"I told her nowhere. She got all, well where are you living. I got kind of embarrassed. I didn't want to say. My parents. I mean..., it was embarrassing. So I said I was still here. She asked me if I wanted my old job back. I seemed like the answer to all my problems. Of course I didn't even think about why I left. I didn't even think about Chase." Again his name, the thought of his name even. Seemed to switch the muscles in the corners of her lips down in a frown.

"I didn't even think about the fact that I sold my apartment here. I just accepted. She was really happy. I guess I'll have to sort out a destroyed ER though." Allison looked up from her box of Chicken Lo Mein to Remy. Who was slurping a noodle up, and watching her with rapt attention. Her striking beautiful eyes wide giving her a little kid look when the end of the noodle disappeared between her puckered lips.

"I don't think I've ever had a conversation that long with Cuddy." Remy stated.

"Yeah it was weird. Talking to her I always get this sent to the principal's office feel." Allison shuddered for emphasis.

"I get that feeling too." Remy grinned.

They talked a little longer. Until they were yawning, and Remy pointed out that they had work the next day. Allison's first day back. She was nervous. That was for damn sure. But for some reason she was happy she was starting back again, as somewhat friends with Thirteen.

She was happy she would have someone other than Cuddy on her side.

A/N Soooooo..., how did ya like it? Do you see potential. Would you like to read more? Tell me all that good stuffs and more, in your wonderful review you were about to write. Because I have so much faith in my wonderful readers I just knew you were going to write me a review.