A Stitcher's Collection: Camsten One Shots

Hypnotic

She didn't understand. But every time Kirsten was with Cameron she felt this feeling. It was unexplainable and for a girl with temporal dysplasia it was hard to describe emotions to begin with. But she just felt right being with him. And when she wasn't with him, she felt like of piece of her was being ripped out of her. But was it possible for Kirsten Clark to feel love for someone like Cameron? I guess this was yet to be seen.

The blonde had battled this debate in her head ever seen she's met the neuroscientist. It wasn't this hard in the beginning, it was just a whisper in the back of her head, that she could barely hear. But as time went on "that voice" got louder and now it's screaming to do something. She said no to Liam. So that must be a sign. But now what? What was Kirsten Clark's next move? She had never really felt love for anyone but was that about to change? Believe it or not, Kirsten hoped so.

Kirsten had been sent back CalTech while the program took a "break" in hopes of a good recovery for the mistake of stitching into Cameron. So when she got home she eat some leftovers in the fridge and then tried to go to sleep. She was exhausted so she figured going to sleep would be a piece of cake. Until she thought of him.

Make me feel like someone else
You got me talkin' in my sleep
I don't wanna come back down
I don't wanna touch the ground
Pacific ocean dug so deep
Hypnotic takin' over me

The blonde felt this hold over her. It was like she in a different universe. She didn't understand what was happening exactly. She couldn't open her eyes. All she saw was Cameron. She saw flashes of them from the past. She looked at him and noticed something the same thing from Cameron's stitch. The way he always looks at her. He catches her when she falls. He's her guardian angel.

After the flashes disappeared, her eyes are released. She looks around for her phone and sees the time. It's only 2:30. She decides a trip to the Goodkin apartment was needed. Especially now.

As she's about to leave out the front door, she hears her only obstacle that's stopping her. Camille.

"Umm, Where are you going?" The brunette ask with a suspicious face.

"I'm gonna go out for a drive."

"At 2:30?"

"Uh, yeah. I couldn't sleep."

"You're never in the condition to drive when you can't sleep. What's the real reason?" The stitcher was running out of ideas. So like the conversation began she ended it with:

"Bye Camille!" She yelled as she was shutting the door.

"Have fun at Cameron's!" She yelled back with a smirk. Kirsten hated how Camille could read her so well sometimes.

When she walks up to Cameron's door she decided she could play this one of two ways:

-She could call Cameron and let him know she was here.

-Or she could just obnoxiously knock on his door until he comes.

She didn't have to even consider her choices for more than two seconds before she started to obnoxiously interrupt Cameron's dreams.

When his eyes shot open he realized who was at the door. None other than Kirsten Clark. Because who else would interrupt your sleep in the middle of night unless it was a serious emergency. But this is Kirsten Clark. And she throws out the rule book. Cameron checks his phone once his eyes are open and sees it's 2:44. Are you serious? He put on his glasses and started towards the door. She better have a good reason to wake him up at 3 am. The continuous drilling inside his head stayed until he reached the door. He was reaching for the door knob until a voice in his head told him to wait. If she really wants to see you, she'll say something soon.