Another silly idea, which *wanted* to be written.

Hope you enjoy it.

The Fly

John came almost running into the living room and stopped dead in his tracks as he noticed Cameron, standing in the middle of the room. Nothing surprising, but … she stood like a statue, arms dropped down, only her head and eyes moved frantically in all possible directions. She seemed completely concentrated on … well, on something in the air.

"Cam?"

"John?" Cameron's eyes continued to frantically move up and down and left and right …

"Why are you shooting holes in the air?"

"I'm not shooting at anything."

"Oh God, don't do it again, Cam! It's just an expression!"

"Oh!"

"So … correction … what are you looking at?"

"The fly."

"OK. A fly. Why on earth would you be looking at a fly. By the way, where is it?"

"There!"

"Oh? Where there? I don't see it."

"THERE!" Cameron's right arm finally moved and began to circle around, pointing in all possible directions.

John's head began to swivel to at least roughly match the movements of Cameron's arm, but he still saw nothing.

*groan* "I still don't see it. You know what … forget it. Just tell me, why would you be looking at a fly."

"Not 'a' fly … 'THE' fly."

*hmpf* "What's the difference?"

"This fly has been in the room for three consecutive days and it irritates me!"

"You? How can it irritate you?"

"Because it's buzzing too loud!"

Suddenly Cameron's arm stretched with inhuman speed, snatched in the air and her fist closed. She turned to John with victorious smile on her face: "I've got it!"

John's jaw dropped and he closed in on Cameron. She held her clenched fist in the height of his face and stretched it proudly against him. "Here! You can hear it how it buzzes in my hand."

John groaned. "Why would I want to hear it?" And yet his ears closed on to her hand, touching it gently. "Yeah, I can hear it." He straightened up: "What are you going to do with it?"

"Terminate it!"

"Gee, Cam! One fly is no threat to anyone."

*pout* "But it annoys me!"

John saw the pout and grinned affectionately at Cameron: "Why don't you just let it go. Outside, so that it won't bother you anymore."

Cameron's head tilted and she answered with pouting lips: "That would be insufficient extermination. It could always come back and irritate me further."

John's grin turned into small smile, bigger smile, big smile, very big smile and mutated into laughter.

Cameron looked at him confused with dangerously tilted head: "Why are you laughing John?"

After few seconds John managed to suppress his laughter, wiped the tears under his eyes and tenderly squeezed Cameron's clenched fist: "Because you're so sweet when you're miffed, Cam!" He bowed to her and gave her a kiss on the cheek. Then he suddenly realized what he'd done and blushed: "Ahem … I have … to go … somewhere." He hastily withdraw his hand and went for the door. At the door he called over his shoulder: "Now, let the poor insect go … you … you ... flyinator." He giggled and disappeared.

Cameron's lips curved into an impish smile and she went out of the house, with the captured fly still in her hand. Once outside, she opened the hand and watched the groggy fly tumble on her palm for a second before regaining its balance and fly away. Cameron's eyes followed it. "Thank you fly!"