Well, it's been a really long time, hasn't it? I took a long time off from writing for school. Which paid off, since I made dean's list again. I'm sure many of you would rather I update than get a good GPA, but boohoo. Anyway, I started summer classes earlier this week. So more school ugh. But I've been bitten by the inspiration bug so I should be updating a lot more often now. The next chapter is already about halfway finished. I may start sacrificing length for frequency, though. I'm trying to finish up before the season 5 premier, but that doesn't look like it's going to happen.

So, sorry that this is short. But I felt like I just had to post something for yall. Thanks for the patience.

Rather than addressing Cameron or the situation, Eric stared unblinkingly at the dark and empty house. Cameron couldn't read his expression, but found that she didn't really want to look at him anyway.

"Can I go inside?" Cameron asked, barely above a whisper. She was hesitant to break the silence, but the sooner she looked around the property, the sooner she could leave it. But Cameron knew that even if she left within the next five minutes, she would still revisit the old house through her visions. Its images were bound to haunt her, even though she just wanted to forget it, and the woman who lived there.

Eric nodded and watched Cameron make her way up to the porch slowly. He stayed behind, not wanting to disrupt whatever process he thought she may have.

As she climbed the steps of the porch, Cameron felt a bitter feeling gripping her insides. She was about to explore a creepy and abandoned house to help Eric find her competition. It probably wasn't healthy, or even right, to think of a woman who had gone missing and needed help, as her competition. Especially for a man that she didn't even have.

Stepping into the dark foyer, Cameron did her best to squash all of her doubts. Even if she had more of a backbone to tell Eric exactly what she thought, she still wouldn't have much of a say. He had the upper hand, and always would. It was in Cameron's best interest to help Eric find the telepath, even if it would probably break her heart.

Cameron looked around the first floor slowly. All of the furniture was covered in tarps and pushed to the centers of the rooms. It reeked of paint and other fumes. Knowing that seeing the house in its current state wouldn't help much by way of visions, Cameron took peaks beneath the tarps every so often to see bits and pieces of antique furniture.

As she entered the kitchen, a chill ran up Cameron's spine. She couldn't quite place the feeling, but she knew it wasn't good. Either something had happened there, or something was going to happen; she couldn't be sure. As she moved through the room, a second-long flash of a puddle of blood on white linoleum crossed Cameron's line of vision.

The flooring in the vision matched the flooring in the kitchen. Cameron turned around wildly, searching the floor for any signs of blood spatter, but found it to be completely clean.

Thoroughly creeped out by the kitchen, Cameron hurried off to the staircase in the foyer and climbed them with trepidation. She was worried of what she would feel on the second story of the old home. But after a quick sweep of all of the rooms without any incident, Cameron hurried back downstairs and into the yard.

Eric looked down at her expectantly as she rejoined him.

"Don't you dare expect me to do anything like that ever again," Cameron muttered angrily. The entire exploration had felt like an invasion of someone's privacy.

"Thank you," Eric said quietly. Cameron's eyes widened slightly in surprise at Eric's thanks, but she didn't say anything. It seemed like a rare thing for Eric to say, so she didn't question it.

The fact that Eric seemed to appreciate what she was doing for him put Cameron's mind at ease, or at least a little bit.

It was very hard for her to stay angry with Eric. She knew that wouldn't do her any good, but the guy was so flawed. He was showing her a different side of him. Perhaps she was projecting it, but he seemed worried. Though, the object of his worry wasn't exactly ideal to her.

Cameron stared the house down, taking one final look before she asked Eric to take her home.

Once back inside her apartment, she perched herself on the armrest of the couch. Eric remained by the door.

"Call me if you see anything relevant," he said, his hand moving to the doorknob.

"You're not staying?" Cameron asked before she could stop herself. Her body had been craving his for so long that her filter was failing. She cringed at how desperate she sounded, but didn't make any sad attempts at explaining herself. There would be no fooling Eric, and it was best to just get to the point with him.

"Would you like me to stay?" He asked her, removing his hand from the door and stalking slowly towards her. When he was close enough that Cameron couldn't control her actions anymore, she stood and met him the rest of the way. She grabbed at the back of his head with one hand, pulling him down to her, and slid her other hand up and down his torso as they met in a heated kiss.

Eric's hands were at her hips, quickly taking control of the situation. Both hands slid down and around her thighs, resting just below her bottom, giving him the grip to life her from the ground. Cameron simultaneously wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist as he straightened up. Before she knew it, her back connected with her mattress and clothes were being pulled off.

Eric dressed and left almost as soon as they were finished, leaving Cameron half asleep and alone. She awoke several hours later to daylight and a strange feeling. Usually after a night spent with Eric, she felt more satisfied and full. But after the previous night, something felt off. She was feeling empty and wrong. She felt gross, almost like she was hungover. Unsure of what she was feeling, Cameron went back to bed in an effort to sleep it off.

She woke again around 2 that afternoon, and felt even worse. Her head felt clogged and her joints were stiff. It was a feeling that Cameron had long associated with too much sleep. Besides this, she was still feeling the strange empty feeling. She tried to decipher how she was feeling, to come up with some sort of semi-accurate description, but it was hard to pinpoint. All she could say for certain was that she did not feel good. Everything felt wrong.

Still confused, she went to take a quick shower. After picking at a meal and failing to distract herself with television, she set her mind to work. Though she was hardly productive. Her mind kept drifting off to the previous night spent with Eric. It had been cheap sex, or at least felt like it. Cameron had indeed been craving him. She longed for his touch and attention. And it had been damn good attention. But she started questioning any subconscious motives.

Towards the end of the evening, Cameron had decided that maybe asking Eric to stay had been her subconscious mind's way of re-staking her claim on the man. It was entirely possible that the sex had just been a territorial action just as much as it was an act of passion.

Thoroughly disgusted with herself and her actions, Cameron drank herself to sleep. After a bottle of cheap wine, she passed out on the couch.

A little after 9 the next morning, Cameron was awoken by persistent knocking on her door. She sat up slowly, careful not to lose her balance. She stood up even more slowly, and hobbled towards the door. Before opening it, she ran a hand through her hair quickly and straightened out her shirt.

"What?" Cameron groaned as she opened the door. Melanie rolled her eyes and pushed her way into the apartment.

"You look radiant. I see our dear friend wine came over to play last night," Melanie said, picking up the empty bottle of wine from the coffee table and examining the label with disgust. "You might as well be drinking rain water."

"I'll keep that in mind. What do you want?"

"Don't forget to ask off of work for this weekend. I wanted to remind you," Melanie answered.

"What for?"

"Dallas, stupid."

"Oh god, no. Mel, I told you I don't want to go," Cameron whined.

"It needs to be done. I want to clean out dad's storage unit and get everything in order. I've already arranged for Jackson to stay at a friend's house. You only have to go for the weekend, but I think I'm gonna stay longer. I want to talk to dad's doctors and I have meetings with his lawyer and financial planner," she explained.

"Mel, sorry, but I really don't want to go. I don't want to drive four hours for just two nights."

"I was actually thinking of flying. I'll pay, don't worry. Just tell your boss you have a family matter and you'll be gone Friday morning through Sunday afternoon."

Cameron sighed and agreed. Getting away from Shreveport and putting some distance between herself and Eric seemed like a good idea. Something tedious and mundane like cleaning out her father's storage unit seemed like it would be just enough to get her mind off of her situation.

After Melanie left, Cameron took a shower and drank a ton of water. She sat herself down in front of her computer and pulled up her email. She decided that she would much rather send Eric an email than call him or tell him in person about her trip to Dallas.

The email was simple. She merely wrote that she was going with her sister to take care of her dad's affairs and that she would be back by Monday. She avoided checking her email for the rest of the week, scared of what his response might be.

Cameron figured that he must not have minded too much, considering he didn't call or visit her at all. Friday morning she finally worked up the nerve to check her email on her phone as she sat in the airport terminal. Melanie was waiting in the long Starbucks line, so she was relatively alone.

Pulling up her email, Cameron scrolled through the new junkmail that had accumulated over the past few days until she found the reply email from Eric. She took a deep breath and opened the email.

She really had nothing to worry about, but she found herself feeling disappointed and a little angry.

I'll let him know. -Pam

Frustrated, Cameron buried her phone in her carry on and waited for Melanie and the plane to arrive.

"Go Outside" by Cults

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