To Robbie Peterson" Linus hands Kirsten a wine of glass and then proceeds to lift up his own.

"To Robbie"

"Wait Cameron should be in this." Kirsten leaves the two alone in search of Cameron. She walked up to his door and saw that the mahogany door was cracked open a peak. Just big enough so she could see inside. Kirsten lifted up a hand to push the door open further and strut inside, but she was stopped by what was in front of her. Cameron stood inside his room with nothing, but a towel wrapped around his waist. Kirsten followed the droplets of water dancing around his neck and slipping into his lower back before stopping at the towel. She sucked in a breath. Cameron's eyes shot towards her. He looked at her his eyes glassy. Kirsten trailed her eyes down his chest, but halted when she saw the big ugly scar right in the middle. Her heart began to beat faster. Cameron's eyes sought hers out. He gave her a look that reminded her of the puppy Ed bought her when she was little. He walked over to her keeping his eyes glued to hers. He was in front of her a mere 10 inches away from her.

"Linus and Camille are having drinks to celebrate the thing that happened today." She was unfocused. She kept staring at his body." I couldn't find you so I thought you should, you know be part of the toast. I'll just go."

Kirsten's cheeks were tinted pink, normally that would bring a sly grin to Cameron's face. His expression remained solemn as he watched her eyes focus in on the scar on his chest. Kirsten turned around to leave and catch a ride from Camille but Cameron's hand stopped her. His hand was soft and warm. It was comfortable. She turned around softly. Cameron pulled her into the bedroom and closed the door. He looked down at the jagged scar on his chest and brought a hand up to rub the back of his neck. Kirsten hungrily followed the movement and the flex of his muscles.

"It's from a long time ago... I wasn't always on the good side."

Kirsten cut him off seeing how difficult it was to talk about it. "Camille says that sometimes it's best to not talk about stuff and I think this is that sometime because your facial expression indicates you are nervous. "

"Yeah I think it's one of those times too."

"I should get going then. Bye Cameron." She left the room to find an empty apartment before checking her phone. Camille shot her a text. Left early decided to get some Indian ;).

P.S. There's a yellow scrunchy at the door.

Kirsten walked back into the bedroom now seeing Cameron wearing some navy blue pajama pants and no shirt. she felt a pang at the loss of the towel but it was for the best.

"Camille and Linus are having sex." Kirsten put it bluntly.

Cameron looked at her alarmed " In the Apartment?"

Cameron's alarmed expression brought a tug to her lips."No at my house."

"You're doing it." Cameron looked at Kirsten like she grew a third head.

"Doing what?" Kirsten was truly confused to what she was doing.

"Smiling." Kirsten brought up a hand to her lips and felt that they were not drawn into a strait line but into a half moon.

"I guess I am."

"So I'm guessing you don't want to go home?"

"Not particularly the walls are thin and I've heard of enough of Camille's lovers to last a lifetime."

"Do you want to just crash here we can watch a movie." Kirsten nodded. the only tv in the apartment was in the bedroom. she plopped herself Down on the gray comforter and crossed her legs. Cameron joined her after putting on a shirt. He picked up the remote to his smart tv and brought up Netflix.

"What's that?" Kirsten pointed to Cameron's recents on Netflix and the most recent was Doctor Who. He was rewatching a few episodes after his nightmares to calm him down. Cameron turned slowly and focused his eyes on her."You've never seen Doctor Who?"

Kirsten nodded. Cameron went ballistic explaining everything. Kirsten stopped him."Just show me your favorite episode and I'll get it."

Cameron was about to object saying the earlier seasons of Doctor Who were the best, but a pointed look from Kirsten shut him up. He grabbed the remote and clicked on the episode silently. Although Cameron would interlude with random facts and explanations at times of need, this was the first time he wasn't involved in the show, he was watching her reaction to everything. He saw her smile at rose's accent and at the scene of the beach he saw her cry. Subconsciously he had moved towards her after the doctors final words to Rose being "Rose Tyler I-" Kirsten lost it she was bawling and Cameron pulled her close to him feeling her tears wet his shirt. She wrapped her hands around her waist and rubbed lazy patterns on her back in the form of the tardis.

"It's so sad." Kirsten picked her head of his shoulder, but kept her arms wrapped around his waist. She looked up at him with glassy brown eyes. Cameron brought his hand up and wiped a stray tear from her cheek.

"Is this the part where you kiss me." Kirsten said it softly as she closed her eyes.

"I guess it is." Cameron leaned in and pressed his lips against hers. Kirsten mirrored his actions with her own. She lied when she said she didn't remember kissing him. She brought a hand up and placed it on his chest over where the scar was and pushed him down on the bed. Kirsten received a flash back of Lilly Ross pushing Scott down on the bed. So this is lust. She smiled against his lips before taking off his shirt.

"Easy Stretch we have all night."

"Well I guess Camille isn't the only one who got laid tonight." Kirsten said snuggling deeper into him. She had questions about the scar, but it was not the right time for an explanation.

"Hmm sleeping with coworkers you two are naughty." Cameron brought her closer to him.

"I could say the same to you right now. Netflix and chill that's a classic, Cameron."

Cameron's face paled. He didn't want Kirsten to think this was a random hookup." Would you like to go to dinner tomorrow?"

"I'd love to." Kirsten was smiling again. She couldn't really help it when she was around him

"We should get some sleep we have stuff to do tomorrow." Cameron pressed a kiss at the top of her head knowing that in the morning he would tell her about the scar and would trust her to still like him after it.