A Stitcher's Collection: Camsten One Shots

Daisy and Her Gatsby Part 5

"We need to find Linus and Camille. For all we know they could be completely wasted." Cameron informed Kirsten as she started to pace down the hallway.

"I know! Don't you get it? I'm scared! I don't know what we're gonna do..." The blonde's voice began to trail off in fear. Cameron had never seen her that scared before and admitted to it. The brunette came close and wrapped his arms around her and held her tight.

"It's going to be alright, trust me."

"I want to, but we aren't even ourselves! It's like a war between character."

"I know but if we don't find them the champagne could kill them."

"You think?"

"Yeah I do." He told her with tortured eyes. Then they were on their way, Cameron leading and Kirsten following hand in hand.

As they searching through "Gatsby's Mansion", a question stopped Cameron dead in his tracks.

"Do you think we'll slip up again?" Fear crept in Kirsten voice. She didn't like having control. That's especially why she hated residual emotion. It took over her body and didn't let go. And though she did really feel emotion that often, she was getting better at it. And if she was going to feel emotions, she wanted it to be hers.

But this was different. It was like she switch bodies with somebody. But she had no control. She adopted all their qualities and interests. It was toxic.

"I want to say no but again I don't know. We don't know how toxic this champagne is to our systems."

"Okay." She muttered. This was so hard for her. She didn't know. And she had so many questions streaming through her head. What if this lasts forever?

"Want me to call Fisher, Sparky? I think it would be best-" No answer.

"Kirsten?" The brunette turns around to see his blonde girlfriend's confusion unravel on her face.

"Who's Kirsten?" His heart drops. Knots began to grow tight in his stomach. His worst fear becomes true.

"Who's that?"

"You, Stretch! The beautiful blonde I'm staring at. You're Kirsten Clark!" His entire face was drowning in anxiety. He was completely terrified that he couldn't save his princess.

"You must be mistaken. My name is Daisy Buchanan." He pulled her in close and held her tight, then he kissed her forehead. It's alright destroyed her, there's no turning back now.

"Jay?" She whispered looking into his gorgeous green eyes.

"Yeah Sunshine. Whatever floats your boat."

Then as he was held her tight a tear stream down his cheek. He knew he had lost her. And he couldn't fight what was attacking her soul. It was really the worst type of tragedy. But then he heard it, a sign of life. A sign of hope.

"Cameron." She murmured.

"What is it Princess? Talk to me." He questioned frantically. His love was still in there, she just was fighting to break free.

"Save me. We don't have much time."

"Of course Stretch. Anything for you."

He called Maggie and told her it was an SOS emergency and to bring backup.

"I can't explain it all now. We don't have much time. You're gonna have to trust me."

"Of course Cameron. And Cameron?"

"Yeah?"

"Be careful. We can't lose you again."

"Okay."