Chapter 1
Cameron
The moonlight coming in through the window is what wakes him, groaning, he gets out of bed, making his way to the window to close the blinds, as the room grows darker, he gets back into bed only to notice that the other side of the bed, her side, is now unoccupied, a dull worry starts to fill him, as it usually did when he wasn't sure where Kirsten had wandered off to. She hadn't been herself after todays stitch, and it wasn't just the residual emotion, no, this was something he couldn't quite place his finger on. Twisting his body to face the door to the adjoining bathroom he notices a sliver of light peeking out from under it. He pads across the cold hardwood floor. The door opening with a faint click.
Kirsten
Resting her head on the edge of the tub, she sinks further in to the soapy water. The temperature of the water slightly burning her skin, but she doesn't care, not tonight, not after that stitch. This one had been by far the worst one, and it wasn't just the odd residual emotion that had followed it, no it was those horrific images she saw every time she tried closing her eyes. Ironically she had never liked baths, finding them impractical, however right now she welcomed the way the hot water steamed up the room, and irritated her skin just enough to keep her mind off the stitch. Tilting her head back, her eyelids heavy she tries her best to keep them open, staring at the bright lights on the ceiling. She hears the faint click of the door opening, and lifts her head slightly in acknowledgement.
Cameron
Stepping into the room, the sight before him is a pleasant one. Hearing him enter the room, Kirsten turns slightly, nodding her head in acknowledgement of his presence, sending water and bubbles over the overflowing tub. Without saying a word he walks across the tiled floor, careful not to to slip, and sits on the raised ledge opposite the bathtub. He looks at her, hoping to somehow figure out why she was taking a bath at 2 a.m. Her face is blank, as usual, although he does think he'd seen something akin to fear flash across her face momentarily, and the way she seemed to be scratching at her arm, almost as if she were trying to scrub something off her skin.
Kirsten
Cameron walks across the bathroom, and takes a seat opposite the bath, giving her a look that she'd come to know as his "I'm worried about you, and I'm going to keep pestering you until you tell me what's wrong" face. Even though this 'thing' had been going on between them for a few months now, it still felt strange to have someone care so much about her. She looks over at Cameron, taking in the black circles under his eyes, the way his posture seems stiff and un-easy, and the way he keeps fidgeting with the sleeve of his t-shirt - she remembers Camille once telling her that those were signs of nervousness. Hearing Cameron clear his throat snaps her out of the daze.
Cameron
Clearing my throat, I see Kirsten snap out of her thoughts. I wonder just how long she's been in here, and most importantly why. She's giving me her full attention now, head tilted, almost as if she's waiting for me to ask a question. Turning, so my whole body is facing her, I ask,
"What's got you up, Buttercup ?"
A/N - Both Cameron and Kirsten are surprisingly hard to write for, but yeah, this is my first attempt at anything 'Stitchers' related, so if you want more of this story just let me know. Hope you enjoy. Also I know there isn't much dialogue, but I just wanted to set the scene first, and as you can probably tell this is happening a little bit more in the future than where the show is at.