Those Camsten One Shots (Stitchers)

The Thoughts in My Head (Are You)

Hola! Welcome to the next installment of Those Camsten One Shots! I don't really have anything else to say, so, as always, one with the show!

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Kirsten eyes were bright in the moonlight. Slowly, carefully, she leaned her head down to where her face was buried in the crook of Cameron's neck. They moved in slow and steady circles. Cameron's arms encircled Kirsten's waist, while the blonde's were wrapped around the scientist's neck. Kirsten let out a soft sigh. Her mind opened up a memory from just a few months earlier.

"Is this what love is? Intense connection and then heartbreaking loss?"

That didn't have to be love. Right now, right here, this was love. Cameron's arms holding her like she would break if he let go. Kirsten melting into the brunette's bigger frame. Their hearts beating in a rhythm only they knew. This was everything she needed. This was love.

For a very long time, Kirsten was positive that she'd never get the privilege to tell someone that she loved them. She had respected Ed, but she had never loved him. She didn't remember her father or her mother very well, so it was still unclear as to what her feelings for her parents had been. But Cameron, sweet, nerdy, innocent Cameron who was whispering sweet nothings in her ears; she loved him. It took no math equation, not explanation. She just loved him.

The music stopped, but the two didn't move. They just stood outside of Kirsten's house, in the same position they were in while dancing. The party had ended long ago, but the two had been the only evidence of a clean-up crew. While trashing balloons and empty or not-so-empty solo cups, Cameron had turned on a slow song and made Kirsten dance with him, and it had turned into, well, where they were now.

"Kirsten," Cameron finally said. "Kirsten." In response, Kirsten finally picked her head off of Cameron's shoulder. They stared into each others eyes, looking for things they couldn't find. Then slowly, very slowly, Cameron leaned in and lightly pressed his lips to Kirsten's.

The kiss was gentle, sweet. It was like a first kiss, even though this wasn't a first kiss of any kind. Both had been kissed before. Both had kissed the other. But there was something so innocent about the kiss that made them want to stay here, in this moment, forever. Cameron pulled back just a centimeter so that their lips just barely touched.

Neither spoke. Neither moved. But both silently could tell what the other wanted. Gently, Kirsten started to try and pull Cameron towards the house. He didn't budge. "Cameron," she started, "what's wrong?"

The green-eyed scientist looked at her for a long moment. Then he said, "I don't want to do whatever we're about to do without knowing something first."

Kirsten nodded. "So what do you want to know? I'm an open book."

Cameron gave a sad chuckle. "Says the girl who claimed everyone has secrets."

Kirsten blushed slightly. She hadn't expected him to remember that, not really. But she wasn't surprised either. She had been in his head; she knew that Cameron payed attention to her. With that thought, the blonde knew what Cameron had to ask her.

"You still want to know what I saw in your head, don't you?" she asked. Her eyes moved to the ground, unable to look the man across from her in the eyes.

"Yes, Kirsten. I do. I don't know what you saw in there, but I can promise you it'll be alright if you tell me. I just- I need to know before we do anything of, um-"

"Relationship-like nature?"

Cameron nodded, his cheeks going red. Kirsten stayed silent. Then she let go of Cameron's hand and sat down on in a chair at one of the tables around them. Cameron followed, not daring to break the silence.

Finally, Kirsten looked up. "When I stitched you, it was hard for them to navigate your memories. It was hard to keep control. In a way, the stitch moved on it's own. And it. . . it lead me to me."

Cameron looked at the stitcher, confused. "I don't understand what you mean."

"Do you think about me a lot, Cameron?"

The brunette seemed to choke a little, obviously startled. "Well, uh, I mean I think about you as much as a normal person would think about someone they work-"

"Cameron." Kirsten looked up at him, her eyes shining with emotion. When Cameron met her eyes, he still found that fact surprising. He hadn't known Kirsten for very long, but it was still surprising when she showed emotion, especially when she didn't mean to. It made her seem so vulnerable compared to the Kirsten that he had met so many months ago.

"Sorry- I, um, I just. . . I think about you a lot more than a probably should, Kirsten."

"I know."

Cameron made another choking sound. "You- you what?"

"When I stitched you, I saw me. A lot of me. Different moments that we had interacted. Times I asked you questions or times that I thanked you for something. The time that I kissed you." At her last words, Kirsten's head went down. This wasn't something she wanted to talk about.

"I'm- I didn't- I'm sorry."

Kirsten's head shot up. "Sorry? For what?"

Cameron gave a chuckle, but the laugh was dry. "Most people's normal reaction to find out that they're ninety percent of what goes through another person's head is usually something more along the lines of extreme awkwardness and a possible restraining order."

Now Kirsten let out a laugh, but hers was one of actual joy. "We aren't most people or normal people, Cameron. We work for a secret program in a lab under a mediocre Chinese restaurant. As of a month ago, I had a disease that no one in the entire written history of the world had ever had. You were dead for approximately three minutes. 'Normal' doesn't fit into that."

Cameron didn't respond, his eyes fixed on the ground. When he finally did look up, he still didn't speak. Then, as most people do, he kissed the girl.

It wasn't exactly what one would call passionate, but it wasn't as innocent as a child. It was fast and heated nor was is slow and simple. It was somewhere in between, like them. When they finally broke apart, Cameron allowed Kirsten to finally lead him into her house, both of them leaving the trash from the party outside.

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So, that happened. I have a very special projects in the works and I would like to know if you guys would want me to post it here. It's an Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D story, and if I get enough comments I'll start posting it for you guys. We'll see what happens with that.

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