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The Doctor and Thirteen arrive in Milliways after meeting in the hospital on the moon.

From there, the Doctor takes Thirteen to the Globe theatre and they meet William Shakespeare. and get caught in the worst traffic jam in the universe.

After a handwaved visit to New York, where Thirteen meets her first batch of Daleks, they make another pit stop in Milliways before heading to Barcelona for an ill-fated shopping trip

Afterwards, they have to lay low

Laying low doesn't work as well as they'd hope, leaving both the Doctor and Remy in need of a drink or two.

The next day, there is a hangover, a message for someone's past self and their future, and dragons to be dealt with.

Next stop is future!London, so meet some friends from the past and fix some timey-wimey issues.

With her new job, came a new place to live, and Remy spends most her time before starting at the hospital looking at place after place in the city. The various places become a blur, basement suites, apartment buildings, all one after the other. Beau, bless him, follows dutifully from one place to the next with minimal grumbling, no matter how tired the two of them are.

When all seems lost, the pair come across a converted studio apartment almost by accident, having spotted the building on their way home and agreeing to give it one last shot before settling on braving the commute each day.

When she finally sees inside, both woman and lynx realize this place is for them, and as Remy takes in the open space and exposed brick, Beau helps himself to a large stripe of late afternoon sunlight spilling in through a large window.

"I like it," he rumbles, and Remy finds herself smiling as she turns to the realtor.

"How much did you say?"

The weather changed from its fall crispness to winter cold with quiet efficiency. Soon, the nights are getting longer, the days shorter, and Thirteen finds herself in a comic book store. She's picking up a comic book for herself, and it's not 'till she's nearly at the checkout, that she picks out a figurine on a whim, deciding to give it to Kutner for Christmas. Once again, she's in line, and she quickly spots the display of colourful, polyhedral dice in the counter. For a moment, she gnaws her lip in thought, before selecting a set that look neat, and not because they remind her of those stupid, striped shirts Kutner is always wearing, thankyouverymuch.

She gives him the present on Christmas, when the two of them are holed up and doing tests together, smiling alongside her friend as his face lights up when he unwraps the figurine, and even letting him hug her in thanks. She may have even hugged him back, before bringing up the subject of maybe joining in one of those games he's always talking about.

He's good for her, she decides one night, as she's seated at Kutner's table a few weeks later, crowded around it with Kutner and his friends as they have their characters explore the lure of the expanse. She feels more relaxed when she's with him, and more in touch with what she enjoyed before she began her self-destruct cycle.

Yes. He's good for her, and maybe, she'll let him just a little closer.

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Things change.

Kutner doesn't show up for work, and Taub makes up a transparent excuse for him that no one believes. When noon comes, and Kutner still doesn't arrive, House sends her to go get him.

When she arrives at the door, no amount of knocking or shouting through the door summons her friend. Her phone takes that moment to ring, and she fishes that out, along with her keys.

"Hadley."

"Now is that any way to answer your phone?"

She has to roll her eyes at her boss's antics. "What do you want, House?"

"Just calling to see what our missing duckling's excuse is."

"Well, considering he's not answering his door, I couldn't tell you."

She hears him sigh over the phone.

"I knew you should have taken tall, dark and gangsta with you. He would have broken in by now."

"Or, I could just use my key to his apartment," she quips, rolling her eyes once again.

"Sure, if you wanted to be boring about it."

Thirteen doesn't bother to dignify that with an answer, instead, she shoulders the phone to her ear and unlocks the door, stepping into the familiar sight of Kutner's living room. Absently, she's aware of House's voice in her ear.

"Well, what do you see? Dork boy in his jammies, watching cartoons?"

She's too busy remembering her first time here to respond.

"It's like man-boy heaven. I like it."

That's when she spots his bedroom door slightly ajar, and something foreboding wells up inside her, and her stomach clenches. Her smile fades completely as she catches sight of familiar, sneakered feet, and her phone tumbles to the ground as she rushes into the room.

"Kutner!"

Reality seems to skew for her, and really, she doesn't remember much about the next while. She remembers calling his name again, and kneeling beside him while doing chest compressions. She remembers begging him to talk, or breathe, or something. She remembers warm blood on her hands and clothes, even though he's not, and she remembers holding his body in her arms and just crying as she realizes her friend is gone.

House must have realized something was up and called the paramedics, because that's how they found her, clutching him, weeping, and reluctant to let him go.

As they load Kutner's body into the ambulance, one of the men tell her they'll give her a ride back to the hospital. It's then she remembers her phone and bag, left in a heap in Kutner's living room, and she excuses herself to go get them quickly.

When she arrives at his door once again, she just stares at the numbers for a long moment, before stepping through...

Remy is feeling considerably better lately.

After an enlightening conversation with a spandex-clad woman, the young doctor had made a trip to the Bar's infirmary, and, after a talk with one of the doctors on duty, she now has an army of nano-bots within her, and supposedly fixing her from the inside out.

Thusly, the numerically nicknamed doctor is seated at the bar with a tall glass of orange juice, and a steak dinner.

Having had a rough night's sleep, Thirteen finds herself nodding off at the Diagnostic's table in the office as she waits for her co-workers to show up. It's still another half-hour 'till they're due in, so, she decides to just lay her head in her arms for a while.

She falls asleep quickly and her dream-self finds herself in dim, green-lit place made of concrete and metal. A warehouse, maybe? Quickly, her gaze falls on the form of Sunshine; battered, bruised and bloody. Thirteen's eyebrows raise, nearly disappearing into her hairline as she sends the woman an anxious look and taking half a step forward before a sharp jab to her ribs distracts her.

"Dear god, someone's killed the Lesbian!"

Her mind quickly wrenches back on track. She had to do something she had to help! If only she could-

A sharp crack echoes through her dream and in reality, Thirteen jerks awake, looking pale and shaken. House arches a brow, and moves his cane from the space beside her head.

"Geeze, someone didn't get their beauty sleep last night. All night orgy keep you up?"

Thirteen opens her mouth to retort, but she thinks better of it, just shaking her head as House tosses folders on the table.

"Male, late forties, collapsed at work when his legs stopped working and started swelling in very interesting places...."

It's well after two AM when Taub shows up to relieve her of her watch over their dying patient. With nothing else they could do, the team had taken to keeping the man company in shifts, watching over him and keeping the man comfortable until the inevitable happens. Remy shakes her head as she steps out into the cool, evening air, shaking her head to dispel the last lingering thoughts about the dying man as he heads for her car which stands all alone on the far side of the lot.

The drive home is inconsequential, but the young doctor blares her radio in order to keep herself awake, and all too soon, she's pulling into a familiar driveway, and she can't help but smile at the sight of the darkened house. After Coreen had moved in with her, the small woman had insisted the two of them find a bigger place for them to live, stating that her old bachelor pad was getting increasingly too small for their little family. So they moved.

Remy fumbles a little with the keys and lock, but still manages to enter her home quietly, slipping off her shoes and coat before padding silently though the sleeping house and towards her bedroom. But before she gets there, there's two stops she has to make.

The first, is a nursery, decked out in soft, pastel-y colours, and Remy enters quietly, padding her way over to the crib standing in the centre of the room and looking down at her daughter inside. Little Amelia Fae was a very pleasant surprise, the outcome of Cubefall the previous year. She still remembers the sly look on Coreen's face as she told her what form she wanted her to take, and the look of complete awe and joy when informed of the results nearly two months later.

Remy's next stop it yet another bedroom, though this one is different, belonging to the only male in the household. Pushing open the bedroom door, she can't help but grin as she hears a faint gasp, and just manages to catch sight of a flashlight turning off. Softly, she tells him to get some sleep, he had school in the morning whether he was up all night or not. It takes a moment for Evan to respond, but he does, telling her he'll go to bed, and wishes her goodnight, informing her that he loves her. She responds in kind, and shuts the door softly behind herself. Evan may not be hers biologically, but she loves him all the same as if he was.

Her last and final stop of the night, is her own bedroom, and as she steps into the dark, she begins sliding out of her clothes quietly, not wanting to wake her lover by turning on a light and rooting through the drawers for pyjamas. And so, she slides beneath the blankets, clad just in a pair of panties, and curls up around the sleeping Coreen, smiling to herself and wrapping her arms around the other woman as she snuggles close.

All was right with the world.

After spending the day in flooded, Venice-like London, Remy and the Doctor are returning to the TARDIS sopping wet and laughing madly.

"The look on his face when you pulled out that banana was priceless Doctor," says Remy, fishing out her TARDIS key from the chain around her neck. "He never saw it coming."

She's just slid the key in the lock, and is just about to open the door when a voice sounds from behind them.

"Oy! You two! Get away from there!"

It's a good thing the Doctor shuffled Remy off to bed when he did, because she's dead to the world and still fully dressed before her head hits the pillow.

When morning rolls around, the young doctor is notably invigorated, practically bouncing out of her room after a wardrobe change and making a beeline for the TARDIS's kitchen. Soon after, she's puttering around the room happily and humming along to the music she's managed to get going.

"You don't belong to him yet."

She had whispered that to Coreen before cornering the smaller woman between herself and the wall of her cabin and pressing a hard kiss to her lips.

Now, Coreen's wedding dress is hiked up around her waist and Thirteen can feel a shapely leg wrapped around her waist. Coreen's hot breath tickles against her neck and soft moans emerge from the other woman, increasing in volume and urgency as Thirteen's fingers continue to tease and work at her.

It's not much longer before Coreen orgasms, trembling and shaking in Thirteen's arms as she cries out her name. They stay like that for a few moments, Thirteen letting Coreen catch her breath some before moving to lay her gently on the bed, joining her on the bed right after, pressing a few soft kisses to the inside of her thigh.

"It's only fair to clean up the mess I made," Thirteen murmurs quietly, flicking her tongue over her clit and eliciting a loud moan from Coreen. The woman grips her hair as she arches ans squirms under her mouth, threatening to undo the carefully pinned hairstyle. "Wouldn't want to stain that lovely dress, now would we?"

Outside the small room, waves crash against the side of the ship and thunder rolls distantly, both noises serving to mercifully cover the delighted vocalizations as the pair continue their romp.

Today was supposed to have been a lazy sort of day. Thirteen had already taken the time off of work, and she and Sunshine had had plans on strolling around the neighborhood while the young doctor showed her friends the sites.

That changed, however, when her cell phone rang.

"Help us thirty-one, you're our only hope."

"House, I'm on vacation."

"You're still home, and you haven't gone anywhere, that's not vacation."

"I have company."

"The more the merrier! We'll be happy to meet your newest sexual conquest."

"She's not-"

"Ah-ah! Don't go denying it, she's the reason you've been in such wonderful moods lately."

"Fine, whatever."

"See you when you get here, Bubbles!"

Groaning, Thirteen hangs up the phone, turning to her erstwhile companion.

"Well, change of plans. How do you feel about seeing where I work?"