Sparks Fly
“Dr Hadley.” a stern voice called from the lobby, “a word in my office, please?”. Although it was phrased like a question, Remy knew it was not. Lisa Cuddy asked no questions. After a hectic night drinking at a local nightclub, she was feeling much less than okay. Waking up with a thumping headache and a severe hang over, Remy decided to sneak into work early to give herself some fluids in the hope it would help her sharpen up. Granted, she felt much better but still looked like a train wreck- messy hair, wearing the same clothes as the night before (waking up in a strangers bed meant she had no chance to go home and change) and reeking of alcohol.
Remy was careful- making sure she booked an exam room in the clinic for a ‘private consultation’, signing out a bag of fluids for a fake patient. But, apparently, she had been spotted. Much to Remy’s dismay, Dean of Medicine Lisa Cuddy had also arrived at work early for a conference call and noticed an IV pole missing. When she asked Allison Cameron (who had been pulling an extra shift at the clinic that morning) about the missing pole, she told Cuddy that Remy had taken it into an exam room but no patient had followed her.
After an embarrassing lecture from Cuddy, ending in House having to bail her out from a drug test (for the third time) Remy was furious. She had to find out who had tattled to Cuddy. She stormed out of the office but stopped almost dead in her tracks when she noticed Cameron hanging around, looking like she wanted to say something. “Hey Cameron!” Remy shouted across the clinic. “I assume it was you who ratted me out to Cuddy?” she continued, a menacing look in her olive-green eyes. Cameron ambled over, her shapely hips swaying back and forth. ‘I didn’t rat you out, I just answered a question.’ Cameron responded, unphased by Remy’s outburst. “I just wanted to say I was sorry; I genuinely didn’t mean for you to be subjected to one of Cuddy’s infamous lectures.’
Remy was taken aback by her response. She had expected her to be ruffled, maybe stutter a little. Cameron looked like the soft of person to shy away from conflict, but apparently, she knew how to craft a witty response to a somewhat aggressive conversation. Remy liked this in a woman- being able to stand up for herself and be independent, without becoming a groveling mess on the floor the second she raised her voice.
‘Well, that’s okay. I guess I’m just annoyed at the whole situation and not just you.’ Remy told her. Cameron nodded in agreement and shot Remy a cheeky wink before making her way to her next appointment. “Actually, Cameron?” she asked. Cameron turned in response. “Do you fancy grabbing a drink at Harbors after your shift?”
Cameron didn’t even hesitate to answer, “I’d like that, pick me up at 7:00.” And with one final wink, she disappeared into an examination room.