I was inspired to write this from two places: the fic Fiona's Side by Why Do I Care, and the song Who Is He (And What is He to You) by Bill Withers. I was just thinking that everyone has given Michael and Fiona a chance to express their feelings about Campbell being in the picture, but no one has given the poor guy a chance to tell his story for himself. This is set just before we actually get to meet Campbell on screen.

Campbell POV

Walking down the street with my girlfriend is something I enjoy very much. It's beautiful here in Miami and she is just as beautiful and walking with her hand in mine is like a cool drink of water on a summer afternoon. It's just nice and not something I intend to give up just yet. That is what we were doing that day.

A man we passed just tried to stare me down

He did, though there was less challenge in his expression and more of something along the lines of jealousy and defiance, but he definitely was staring me down. He was tall, clean cut, and wearing a nice suit.

And when I looked at you

You looked at the ground

I looked at Fiona to see if she knew who this man was and she was uncharacteristically staring at her feet and the cracks in the sidewalk. Softly, she cleared her throat and continued staring down. She appeared not to notice me looking, but I knew she did by the way she was avoiding looking back at me.

I don't know who he is

But I think that you do

Dadgumit

Who is he and what is he to you?

"Who is that guy Fiona?" I asked quietly once we'd walked far enough along to be out of earshot of him. She shrugged her shoulders and attempted to avoid the question. "Who is he and how do you know him?"

"I don't know him," she replied evenly, tugging on my hand so we could keep walking.

Something in my heart and in your eyes

Tell me he's not someone just passing by

I could just tell by the way she reached up and pulled her sunglasses down over her eyes to keep me from reading in them what she was hiding, though I honestly haven't been able to do it yet. And there's just a feeling settled deep in the pit of my stomach that won't let me forget the way he looked at me and I keep looking over at Fiona for any indication that it was bothering her. I couldn't find any, but maybe I was looking in the wrong places.

And when you cleared your throat

Was that your cue?

Dadgumit

Who is he and what is he to you?

Was she clearing her throat to tell him to go away because he was interrupting or being possessive or was she trying to taunt me? Either way, I'm sure it wasn't nothing. I'm not stupid; I know what that look on his face meant, even if I'm still unsure of the reasons behind it.

When I add the sum of you and me

I get confused and I keep coming up with three

Maybe it was the elusive Michael I have yet to meet. She talks about him, rather fondly, but I always feel like she leaves things out and there are gaping holes in her stories. Holes between the parts of her past that she talks about that are big enough to drive an ambulance through, easily. I just feel like when I started dating Fiona, her friendship, relationship, whatever you want to call it, with Michael came as a package deal whether I ever meet him or not. There are three of us in this relationship: me, her, and the baggage of Michael, though I have yet to figure out what exactly that is. She's really good at avoiding questions without me noticing.

You're too much for one man

But not enough for two

Dadgumit

Who is he and what is he to you?

Fiona is this big ball of energy and I figured that out pretty quickly. The hours she works are even stranger than mine. And sometimes she is just too much to handle, though usually when she gets that way she has to work it off. I don't know how she does, but she does. Even though she's too much to handle sometimes, that doesn't make her enough to share. Call me possessive but I don't want to share her with whoever this guy is and so far I'm not so happy sharing with the phone calls, canceled dates, and urgent departures to "work" courtesy of Michael. I just want to know who this guy is and why he looked at me like I was encroaching on his territory.

You say men don't have much intuition

Is that what you're really thinkin' girl

Or are you wishin'

She says she's better at reading people than any man she's ever known, except Michael sometimes, and I wonder if she's just trying to convince herself of that so she won't have to think that I noticed. I hope it was nothing, but my gut and my heart disagree. I don't know what it was about that man, but he didn't make me scared. A tad bit intimidated, maybe, but not scared. What he really made me feel was guilty, like I'd stolen something, or ruined a chance at something important.

Before you wreck your old home

Be certain of the new

Dadgumit

Who is he and what is he to you?

If that guy is an ex-boyfriend, maybe she should have waited for proper closure before going out with me. Or if he's not and she would rather ruin this relationship by using him, I sure hope he's ready for it.

Three days later I meet Michael for the first time. He was the man we passed on the street. Today he carefully hides his emotions to appear neutral in front of Fiona. She must have already been looking down when he got close to us a few days ago, so she doesn't know about our exchange. They're both playing it cool, so I will, too. By now, I'm pretty convinced they're ex's, but I'm not sure if I'm the throw away or the rebound guy or the fall guy to ignite Michael's jealousy or the person she would rather be with. I guess I'll have to wait and see.

So that was Campbell's view of things. Please review and let me know what you thought.