A/N: Thanks for your reviews! I guess I forgot to mention that this story is somewhat AU, so please don't be too confused. It'll come together. Eventually. Because... season 4 never happened here in Germany ;) I'm happily pretending it doesn't exist.
"People don't get to be likable all the time. It's only a concealment. You, my dear, are indeed hiding something. What's it?"
His careless, albeit inquisitive words never seemed to leave her.
It had been a game to her, then.. feeding him bit for tiny little bit of what she could spare and wouldn't miss too much. Taunting him with her personal life as she would have done with a puppy begging for ice cream. He had been good at playing, though. He managed to catch nearly every single piece of information she flung at him, putting them together with an ease that never seemed to cease her.
But he hadn't been quick enough.
And now he was her only connection to the world that once held her whole life.
She madly dabbed at the tears spilling down her cheeks with her sleeve, but the action only made her cry harder. She hadn't even brought a handkerchief with her.
"God, why didn't I think of packing those damned things?"
Nobody answered her.
She rested her head against the cool tiles of the bathroom. The coldness created a pleasant sensation on her heated skin, finally easing the ache of the sunburns a bit. It was soothing, and after a short moment, Cameron felt the exhaustion return, along with the familiar tingling in her fingertips that always meant migraine.
Sleep suddenly didn't feel so bad anymore. She slid further down the wall, her eyes slowly falling shut.
When she came to herself again, the light outside was diminishing.
The room was silent, not a sound was getting through the opened windows, but Cameron couldn't help but notice just how unnerving the lack of noise was. She'd grown accustomed to the pristine nature and calm peace around her house and the nearby villages, but in a city as large and crowded like Melbourne, it didn't fit. It was.. creepy.
With a sigh, she pushed herself into a more composed position.
She only hoped that the café wasn't locked up yet for the night. She needed to get out.
Sighing again, and retrieving her purse from the toilet seat, she stood up carefully and made her way towards the restroom door.
She tried the knob and was surprised when it turned without resistance, opening and giving her no choice but to throw herself into the hectic, daily life of a single woman working in one of Australia's largest métropoles.
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