A Stitcher's Collection: Camsten One Shots

In My Mind

Kirsten paced her living room wondering how she was going to talk Cameron. After a three minute stitch in her clinical dead co-worker's body, she saw everything. She knew the information that wasn't the problem, but the question was how? How was she going to approach this situation? She's taking suggestions! She wasn't good with this emotion stuff. That's Cameron's job.
"If you pace anymore around that living room, I will go insane!" Camille yelled.
"Fine that will make the two of us." Kirsten smirked. She fell back onto the couch, clueless. Another feeling very new to Kirsten Clark.
"Aww what's wrong?" Camille asked, making a pouty face. Her cup of tea rested comfortably in her hands as she gazed upon Kirsten.
"I have to talk about the stitch to Cameron." Kirsten began, obviously dreading the thought of even doing it.
"Oh yeah!" Camille remembered. "Have any solutions yet?"
"If I did, do you think I would look like this?" She retorted.
"Fine! Just trying to be a friend!" Camille defended as she watched back into their kitchen. Then a lightbulb went off. Kirsten got up from her seat and followed the brunette into their kitchen. "Hey! How about you tell Cameron?" Kirsten suggested with a bright smile.
"No way!"
"Please!" Kirsten begged.
"Cameron's first day back is tomorrow. Cameron's hasn't asked about anything yet but I know he's getting suspicious. Suspicious of me and of my actions. But the thing is, I don't know how he's going to take what I have to tell them."
"Oh? That you know that he's in love with you? I can take a couple guesses." Camille laughed as she poured herself more tea. "Tea?"
"No!" Kirsten shouted. "I need your help." Camille consider Kirsten's proposal. Then realized once again why she couldn't do it to begin with. She wanted Kirsten to be happy. But that she had to achieve within her own time.
A knock was heard at the door. The duo both he knew it was none other than Dr. Goodkin himself. "I'm asking you one last time, please." Kirsten pleaded before her hand landed on the doorknob.
"I'm not leaving. If you need me, I'll be around." Kirsten considered her friend's offer. "No." She swallowed. "I need to do this alone."
Kirsten took a deep breath and opened the door. There stood the one and only Cameron Goodkin. He was as alive as ever, as he stood in the blonde's doorway. He had a smile ear to ear
"Good morning, Stretch. May I come in?"
"Of course." Kirsten said hesitantly. This was going to be hard.
Cameron took in his surroundings. Believe it or not, it had be awhile since he had been to Kirsten's. Things had changed. Kirsten and Camille had reprinted the living room and they were planning on remodeling the kitchen.
"Kirsten, are you okay?" Cameron questioned as he noticed the blonde's odd behavior. Kirsten doesn't get nervous, but she sure seemed like it. "What? Uh-yeah, totally." Cameron nodded in response. He knew something was up.
"Sit." She offered. They both sat down.
They both exchanged glances before she spoke. "Cameron?"
"Yeah?"
"I can't lie to you." She stated without a question in her mind. That was fact. Her palms were sweaty and her heart was racing.
"Well that's good to know." Cameron replied. After Cameron woke up from his "incident", things were different between him and Kirsten. She treated him differently. She was obviously thankfully he was back but he always felt there was something underneath the surface she knew. The blonde had figured something out and kept it hidden away. The thing is, what was it?
"What's this about Stretch? C'mon spill."
"You know I didn't see the license plate numbers in your stitch-" Kirsten began. "Yeah I remember. Vaguely, but I remember."
Kirsten began to speak again but a wave of anxiety hit her. Who says Cameron has to know? Some things are better left in said. Better left unknown and sent off into the abyss.
"You know what? Just forget it, okay? I'll see you tomorrow at the stitch lab?" Kirsten asked as she practically pushed Cameron out the door. She prayed that maybe her attitude and tone of voice wouldn't seem so different that Cameron would just leave without saying another word. Yeah, right.
"Wait! You ask me over you here to talk and then sent me off as quickly as I get in here. You've been acting off all week. I just want to know what's going on?" Kirsten sighed. There was no fighting this. She had to tell him.
"I've been flooded with emotions for days."
"You were inside of my head. What secrets did you see?" One look into those emerald eyes and she was finished.
"I can't do this." She muttered as she let her doorway.
"Kirsten!" Cameron called after her as he began to chase her. Cameron followed Kirsten into her bedroom, seeing the blonde standing next her window.
"I have a right to know!"
"No you don't! Isn't there some Stitcher Privacy rule or something?"
"Excuse me?"
"No yeah! I'm sticking with that. What if the person we stitched into didn't want me to say anything." Kirsten tried to argue, clearly on the spot.
"Well first of all, all the samples you stitch into are dead! And I'm clearly not dead Kirsten!" Before he continued this yell-fest any longer he had to ask an important question. "Aren't you happy I'm not dead?" He asked, his throat beginning to become raw from emotion.
Kirsten turn away from the brunette. She didn't like this feeling. Pain. Very new to her but nevertheless stills hurts all the same.
"You tell me Girlfriend." She said as a tear ran down her cheek. Cameron took a step towards Kirsten and wiped her tear away. Then finally the stitcher gave in. "Fine. What I saw probably won't shock you."
"Try me, Sunshine."
"Me. Everywhere." Cameron got up from his place on the bed and began to pace. "You know don't you?" He asked as he ran his hands through his hair. "About how I feel about you?"
"Pretty hard if I didn't." Kirsten said with a weak smile as she turned around to look at him. She needed to see his reaction in this moment. She wanted to know if she did the right thing.
"Kirsten-"
"Cameron-"
"I realize you don't feel the same way. I know you don't. I kinda always have So I just show myself out."
"Wait! First of all, you know nothing. Sit."
"Yes ma'am."
"I don't know if you recall but I got proposed to throughout all of this mess." Cameron nodded. "Yeah. I hated Lance." He said with disgust.
"Liam." The blonde corrected. "Whatever!" Cameron held up his hands defensively.
"You don't get that's worth something do you? You don't get that you're worth something to me?
"I-I" Cameron stuttered. He was in complete shock.
"One zap and I'll be as good as new you said. I'll find the big bad and we can all go home happy, you said. You weren't there Cameron! I wept over your body. I've never cried like that in my life. Especially over someone. I thought you were dead!" Kirsten yelled. She was furious. She didn't realized how much until that moment.
"I'm so sorry-" Cameron whispered as his eyes teared up. He never wanted to caused his princess any pain from this.
"I didn't know what I was going to do. What the team was going to do. We need you. I need you." Kirsten admitted, realizing how much Cameron was apart of her life. Cameron look in her big brown eyes and took her in for a hug.
"Then you have me." He whispered in her ear as he squeezed her tight.
"Always?"
"Always."
A/N- Quick one shot due to all the fantastic promos and such that have been released. I'm so excited for March 22nd! 🎉