Those Camsten One Shots (Stitchers)

The Other Side of the World (Part 1)

Disclaimer: All rights to Stitchers goes to ABC Family.

Description: The program is in trouble, and the team resorts to protecting Kirsten. Cameron can't handle anything without her though, and goes on a personal quest to bring her out.

I'm planning on making this in parts, but I'm not sure how many. In other words, be on the look out.

Kirsten was now sitting on a bench in a park. She wasn't sure what the name of the park was, and she was pretty sure she wouldn't ever find out. People walked by her, paying no attention to the foreign girl.

Standing up and closing her book, Kirsten headed over to the street for a taxi. She could make out some of the words around her, but most were said too fast for her to understand. Stupid French people, she thought.

Hailing a taxi, she did her best with her rough French to guide him to her new apartment. He eventually let out a laugh and looked back at her. "I speak English, you know."

"You couldn't have told me that when I first started speaking French?"

"You call that French?"

"Light's green."

The driver turned back around, facing the road. He kept quite for a while, taking the directions Kirsten gave him. They reached heavier traffic, and he turned back around. "You know, you're not the first American I drove somewhere today."

"You're telling me this why?"

"You both have something in common; you're nervous."

"I'm not nervous."

"Keep telling yourself that, sweetheart. I'm telling you though, this guy was nervous to no end. He said he was looking for someone. It was obvious he wasn't a tourist looking around Paris."

"What did he look like?"

"Brunette, hair standing straight up. Green eyes, on the tall side." Kirsten sucked in a breath. She knew someone that looked too much like the man described, and he wasn't supposed to be here. She had been shipped to Paris so she could forget the program, have no thoughts about it. 

But she couldn't help the way her heart sped up at the thought of him. The brunette that had helped her run away from California and to an entire other continent. If Cameron really was here though, she had to get him away. It wasn't safe here, and it never would be. Not with her.

Seeing that the cabby had reached her apartment, she gathered her items and started to get out.

"Au revoir, mademoiselle!" Kirsten said good bye back and closed the door. Taking her keys out of her pocket, she unlocked the door and headed inside the small apartment she called a home. She took of her coat and left it in the hall, followed by her bag.

Walking into the kitchen, she didn't even bother to lift her head from the floor as she walked. If she had, she would have noticed the brunette that was currently standing in her living room, watching her with a slight smirk.Kirsten didn't even seem to know she wasn't alone, to concentrated on fixing a mug of tea. 

"I see we have similar taste when it comes to drinks."

Kirsten dropped her mug, hearing it shatter as it hit the floor. As much as she wanted to, she couldn't seem to focus on the fact that she had just broken her favorite mug. She turned around, surprise written all over her face.

"You're here. And you surprised me."

Cameron continued to smirk at her, but the smirk slowly morphed into a smile. "Yeah. I'm here."

"You surprised me."

"By being here."

Kirsten carefully walked over the shards of her mug, creeping over to Cameron. When she was just a few inches away she stopped, looking at him with curiosity. She took one step forward and wrapped her arms around his neck. "You can't be here," she whispered.

"You couldn't make me leave."

Kirsten tightened her arms around his neck, and she felt arms wrap around her waist. "You're not safe with me, Cameron."

"What use is being safe if I'm not with you?" he responded back. He pulled away from her slightly, looking into her eyes. "I don't want to be without you, Kirsten."

Kirsten kept her mouth shut, pulling Cameron back into their hug. She wasn't sure how she felt. Not that she ever did, but now it was like she could feel everything, and everything was coming way too fast. Nothing was enough for tears, but she felt this overwhelming sensation in her stomach like she was drowning, but she didn't know what she was drowning in.

"We should talk."

The End. No, no, not really. So this is, as I said, going to be in parts instead of just a one-shot. I just decided that I wanted this story to be kinda long, but I don't want you guys to wait a month while I got 14000 words written down. I think this will be somewhere from 3 to 5 parts. Any longer it will need it's own story. So, that's all for now. Hope you enjoyed!