A/N: Guess who's back, back again.

No, we're not doing that.

So welcome to the spin-off one shot series that accompanies All We Have Is Time. I can't decide whether I've enjoyed writing this or not, because I don't ship Cammie and Preston that much. But it's been interesting.

I feel as though I should apologise because I don't think I've really done them justice.


The first time it happened, it was just a simple mistake...


Preston Winters didn't know what to do as he sat in his car. He had gotten up so early that morning and he figured that his head wasn't in the right place to be making decisions. But he had nowhere to go, nobody to turn to. Zach was on a mission, and his mom was out of the country.

After he had left his apartment that he shared with Macey in DC, he had taken all of his things, gotten in his car and just driven away. He was driving for so long, with no apparent destination but he began to grow tired.

That was how Preston Winters ended up at Cameron Morgan's house at 7:30am. He parked the car and waited outside the house for at least 15 minutes, it may have been longer but he wasn't sure. Without knowing how he was going to explain anything going on in his head, he got out of his car and walked up the driveway to Cammie's front door. He rang the doorbell, and stood back a little waiting for her to answer.

It took a few minutes, but soon enough the door was opened and Preston was face-to-face with a very tired looking Cammie.

"Preston?"

"Cammie..."

"What are you doing here? And especially at this time of the morning. Is everything okay?"

"I...I didn't know where else to go and I know that Zach isn't here and..."

"Just come in, it's freezing." She said, opening the door so Preston could come inside.

Once they were both inside, Cammie walked through to the living room with Preston trailing behind. She sat down on the couch, and he sat just over a metre away from her.

"So, why are you here again?"

"Don't freak out." He started, which made Cammie a little concerned.

"Why would I freak out, what have you done?"

"Nothing... well..."

"Preston. What did you do?"

"I left her, okay? I packed up my stuff at 4 o'clock this morning and I left."

"You did what?" Cammie's voice was louder now, she was almost shouting.

"I couldn't do it Cam, I was holding her back and it was all wrong and... If I'd tried to talk to her about it she would've just run off or told me I was being stupid. She can't grow as a person if she's with me. I can't be the person to hold her back, so I got all my stuff and left."
"Are you crazy?"

"Maybe a little..."
"Preston, this isn't funny. This isn't a joke to me. You might find this hilarious, frankly I don't care if you do but I'm the one that's going to have to pick up the phone and try and comfort my best friend because you've gone and left her. That's not funny to me."
"I didn't say it was funny. And it isn't a joke to me either. I did what I did because it was best for Macey."
"So as well as being crazy, you're extremely stupid. Tell me again how you managed to graduate school, or kindergarten for that matter."

"I shouldn't have come here..." Preston said, going to get up but she pulled him back down.

"I'm not kicking you out. You don't have to sleep in your car."

"Who said anything about sleeping in my car?"

"Well you don't have anywhere else to go, and you know as well as I do that if you try and check into a hotel then Macey will track you down. Besides, Zach doesn't get back for another week."

"So you'll let me stay?"

"I'm only returning a very overdue favour. You let me stay with you in Rome, I'm letting you stay now."


Preston and Cammie had spent the rest of the cold, miserable day sat on the couch watching movies. They had watched the first 4 Mission Impossible movies, but taking a dramatic change, they had decided to watch High School Musical Two , which was Cammie's choice. Preston had objected at first, but after some slight interrogation Cammie actually discovered that he was a secret fan (and had owned the soundtrack until Macey had found it and burnt it...literally.)

By 9 o'clock that night, they were both exhausted. As well as sitting and watching movies, they had been talking. The topics of conversation ranged from Macey and Preston, and why he had left her to Cammie and Zach, and how they weren't in a completely exclusive relationship.

Preston was sitting on the couch downstairs, staring off into space when Cammie came down.

"Hey, so I sorted the spare room out and your stuff is all in there." She said, standing in front of him.

"Oh, great thanks." Preston said, standing up and smiling.

"So, erm...goodnight." Cammie said, stepping towards Preston and hugging him tightly.

As she embraced him, the strong smell of his aftershave captivated and intrigued her. It was nice to have company, since she had been in the house by herself for 3 weeks and Preston made her feel comfortable. Almost too comfortable. Preston began to pull back from the hug, but instead of fully letting go of her, he looked down into her sparkling blue eyes and hesitated for a moment.

And that was how it started. It shouldn't have, but it did. Preston pulled Cammie closer to him again and kissed her. He wasn't fully aware of what he was doing until he did It, but once he had realised he was past the point where he could stop. Unexpectedly, Cammie kissed back. At first it was brief, light and gentle but when she began to kiss back, it deepened. After a minute, Cammie pulled back a little, breaking the kiss.

"Preston...we shouldn't. This is wrong..." Cammie said, her face still inches away from Preston's.

"Why didn't you stop me then?" He asked, his voice low and husky.

"I...I..." She hesitated, unsure of how to respond. Before she had anymore time to think, his lips were on hers again. The kisses were hungry this time, desperate.

Cammie's mind was screaming at her. She already felt guilty, she knew that it was wrong. Preston had come here after breaking up with Macey, and now here he was kissing her in the middle of her living room. But even though it felt so wrong in her mind, her heart was telling her a different thing. Maybe she was just lonely, and was seeking comfort after having nobody for so long. Either way, she couldn't find a reason to say no. So she shut off the thoughts in her mind, and let her heart take control.


When Cammie woke, her head was filled with the recollections of the events of the night before. She hadn't expected it to turn out like it did, but as she looked around and saw Preston lying next to her it was clear what had happened.

The gap between them was practically non-existent and the only thing covering them was a single thin sheet. Trying ever so hard not to wake Preston, Cammie slipped out of the bed and pulled on her night robe. She snuck out of the room and went into the bathroom.

By the time she got back into the room, Preston was awake and sitting up in the bed.

"Morning.." He said quietly, but loud enough for Cammie to hear.

"Morning..." She replied in a tone of equal volume.

"We should probably talk..."

"I know." She said, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

"Er... I'm sorry, I guess?"

"No, don't be... We both... And we had the chance to stop, it's just... You don't have to be sorry."
"But you and Zach..."
"We talked before he left, and we agreed that it'd be okay if we saw other people. That's not a problem. Well, it's not the problem."
"Oh, so there is a problem?"

"Well, Macey..."
"We can't tell her. She can't know."
"I'm not gonna tell her. Of course I wouldn't...It's just... God I feel terrible."
"Terrible because it happened, or terrible because of the Macey thing?"

"Latter." She said simply. An explanation was really needed. "Preston, this can't happen again. Ever."
"I know... I know it can't."
"And it shouldn't...I mean, I didn't hate it. Neither of us hated it but...It just can't happen again."

"Of course, I agree."

"Good."

And with that, Cammie disappeared out of the room and went downstairs hoping to forget the whole situation and the awkwardness that had followed it.


*HIDES BC IT WAS TERRIBLE*

Review pleasseee bc I've put it into my head that this is literally the worst thing ever.

Oh and I apologise for any mistakes of the spelling/grammar variety. My laptop is playing up again.