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Arg. FF took away my POV dividers! That means if anyone new tries to read, it'll be killer bc I don't feel like fixing them. Hopefully it won't take away the new POV dividers.

Also...I've been having major health issues lately, hence why I haven't been updating anything. Idk when updates will pick up again.

Cameron took a drink of her water, beginning to feel sorry for Remy when she asked to be excused. It was becoming obvious that the other girl was being overwhelmed with all kinds of ambiguous remarks. She almost wished she could make it better for her. Those permanently red-stained cheeks were a pretty sight, though she figured it just couldn't be comfortable. She was kind of surprised when Remy choked on her tea right after her question about what games she liked. Her eyebrows rose on their own accord. She knew it could be misinterpreted, but it was kind of a long shot. Not that she couldn't really blame her with everything that had been said – whatever everything implied.

She was infinitely happy that she had already swallowed her mouthful of water when Cuddy made another ambiguous remark. It didn't take much to know what it could imply, which made Cameron worry if Cuddy was doing it on purpose. Though judging by her serious face, she really wasn't.

Cameron sent Remy a sympathetic look, and reached over to pat her back, then continued to rub circles between her shoulder blades when the cough started to die down. "Are you okay?" she asked, despite Cuddy having asked the same thing just a moment ago.

"Careful now," House said dryly, smirking like a kid on Christmas day when Cuddy left the table momentarily. "We wouldn't want you two to get wet by something that hot." He didn't necessarily need to add anything to the conversation, because it was already hilariously awkward all on its own, but he just couldn't resist the opportunity.

Now Cameron just began to pity Remy. "Oh, come on, give her break already," she said before she could help herself. She sounded surprisingly reasonable for her age as she shot House what could only be described as a sympathy-inducing look.

House's grin remained, but he gestured that his lips were sealed when Cuddy's footsteps could be heard returning to the table.

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Remy nearly jumped when Cameron began patting her back, but she fortunately managed to keep herself seated firmly in her chair. "Just peachy," she murmured in a hoarse voice, coughing a few more times before clearing her throat. She had her gaze set on House, her eyes slightly narrowed and her lips pressed tightly together to form a straight line when she dropped her hands back down to her sides. This was all his fault - as it usually was. What made it worse was that she actually wanted to run into her room and hide under her blankets for the rest of the evening. Usually, she could put up with him and even get him back. To have this all be said in front of Cameron though was extremely humiliating.

Despite that she was thankful to have Cameron cut in, she felt a bit stupid that the other girl apparently thought she needed someone to stand up to House for her. She glanced at the table then looked up as her mother came in, managing a sheepish smile. "Thanks," she mumbled, unsure whether it was directed at Cameron for being so sweet or at her mother for bringing her paper towels to clean up her drink with. She got to her feet and grabbed the paper towels, focusing on ripping a few off the roll and cleaning up to tea.

Cuddy took a seat at the table again, shooting House a clearly unhappy look. If he caused tension between the girls, she was going to be ticked off way past the point of angry makeup sex. "So, Allison, what kind of hobbies do you have?" she asked, trying to turn the attention away from Remy as the girl sat down and began silently poking at her food again. "Any sports?"

"We have really good sports teams at school," Remy said, almost hesitant to add to the conversation. She had been on the track team for the past three years. Her asthma had thankfully let up enough by ninth grade that she could participate in whatever she wanted to - though she took to jumping and shot-put over actual running to avoid potential attacks. "But there's a lot of other stuff too."

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House continued eating unhindered, unaffected by all the hate that was directed in his direction. He vaguely entertained the notion to tune down on the cruel jokes, and figured that if he didn't want to spend the night at the hospital (the couch was for sissies), he'd at least have to make an attempt not to sound like he was cracking a joke. "That's good to hear, sugar plum."

Well, that only lasted for a whole 2 seconds.

At Cuddy's glare, he sent her a wink and continued to watch the drama unfold in front of him, his mouth full of lasagna. If the lasagna had been popcorn, it would have been perfect.

Cameron sighed at his response, but otherwise decided to ignore it. She had to smile at Remy's somewhat bashful reaction though. So far, she seemed like the typical softy underneath the badass exterior. She had a feeling the girl would protest if she told her what her first impression of her was, too. Not wanting to possibly embarrass Remy any further, she turned her amused smile to her food. At the question about what kind of hobbies she had, she looked up again. "I really liked playing volleyball at my previous school. We even sort of won a game once," she said with a slight laugh. "As for hobbies…" She let out a thoughtful sigh, resting her fork on the plate. "I used to run a dog walking service. Well, not really a service, I just walked a few dogs in the neighborhood for money. I liked doing it, so I guess it was kind of a hobby."

She turned to Remy at her addition about the sports team. "Do they have volley as well?" she asked, feeling like she actually had something to look forward to. "Are the people any fun?" Volleyball had been fun because she didn't suck at it and because of the people she knew there, so instead of asking whether she was allowed to join, that had been the more obvious question. Rules could be bent if she really, really wanted to join.

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"We have Volleyball," Remy answered with a nod, her embarrassment finally wearing off enough that her appetite was coming back. She took a few bites of her food then pursed her lips together as she thought. "I don't know if you'd want to join that though; not with Cutthroat Bi-"

"Remy," Cuddy cut her off, frowning slightly. "Appropriate language, please." She gave her a slight warning look before returning her attention to eating.

"Not with Amber as the team captain," Remy corrected herself, rolling her eyes once Cuddy looked away. She knew she was only being so strict about how she spoke because Cameron was there. "She's a -er…" She let her voice trail off because the only adjective she could think to describe her with was cutthroat bitch. "People don't really get along with her very well." People didn't always get along with Remy very well either, but given the choice between her and Amber, Remy was definitely their first pick. She refrained from saying any more about the girl while her parents were around, figuring she'd have time later to warn Cameron about who to be friends with and who not to be friends with at school.

"You can always walk Gus," she commented with a smirk as the kitten meandered its way into the kitchen. Gus headed straight for House, mewing and purring as he circled the man's legs then started rubbing against his feet. "I put us in most of the same classes together," she said, switching back to the topic of school. "Not all of them, because eventually you'd get tired of seeing me twenty-four/seven." She smirked, glancing over at her before looking down at her food again. "Hope you like honors courses." She had heard Cameron was rather smart, and apparently the guidance counselor thought the same to put them in the same classes. Honors courses at her school weren't exactly the easiest to get into, but with House and Cuddy as her parents, it wasn't that hard to pull straight As in every class. If anything, she considered Cameron lucky to be put in her classes having just moved there.

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It wasn't until Remy started talking about other people at her school, namely Amber, that Cameron realized she'd pretty much have to side with the girl on important matters if they were to get along. Though anyone named Cutthroat Bitch didn't exactly sound like someone she'd want to befriend, she hoped she actually agreed with most of Remy's decisions. She doubted that the girl had any radically different thoughts than her, but only time would tell. "I guess I could always take up on jogging," she offered, shooting the blonde an amused look at her obvious attempts to not call Amber any names. "Or whatever else the school has to offer."

House stopped mid-bite, looking under the table to confirm that Gus was indeed circling his legs. He swallowed and looked up again, waiting for the cat to get bored and move on.

"Yeah, that'll work," Cameron remarked sarcastically, smiling to take the edge off her comment. "I think he might like being carried around better." She continued eating her meal as she listened to Remy talk about their classes, making eye contact every so often. "Honors courses?" she echoed. "They actually allowed me in? I mean, with my circumstances?" She hadn't exactly had the chance to go to school during her stay with Ana, and she hadn't felt like she was up for it with everything that had been going on. Fortunately, she had only missed the beginning of the school year because her parents had passed away at the beginning of summer. After recovering from the slight shock, she nodded. "I might need some of your notes then."

House, getting slightly tired of the subject at hand and the cat defiling his feet, took a piece of meat from the lasagna when nobody was looking and fed it to Gus.