Standard disclaimer.

This part is post-SoaR

Next day

Cam walked down the steps casually, reentering Ops to find CyberCam and his father monitoring for aliens.

"Have I missed anything?" he asked, setting the plastic bag of computer supplies next to his chair.

The cyber replicant was about to say something when he was interrupted.

"Hunter came by looking for you. I believe he's in the training room," his father said, motioning toward the direction of the room. "And Cam, he appears to be troubled. Take your time, you deserve a long break. CyberCam and I will monitor from here. And remember, there is no training session for today."

Cam swallowed hard, and nodded. "I will, dad. Let me know if something happens."

Cam started to walk toward the training room when his father called his name. He turned, hoping that nothing had suddenly happened or suddenly remembered.

"Whatever you and Hunter wish to do, please take it outside. The silence would do me some good."

Once the deer in headlights looked passed from Cam's face, he nodded then sped off toward the training room. Once there, he was disappointed to see that Hunter wasn't. But he heard a rustling from nearby, from his bedroom. He slowly and silently opened the door and leaned against the frame as he watched Hunter sifting through his closet, throwing random shirts onto the bed.

"Found anything you like?"

"Yeah, there's just one problem."

"What's that?" Cam asked, stepping inside and shutting the door.

"It all looks too good on you."

"Is something wrong, Hunter?" Cam had to ask, noticing an unusual distance in Hunter's attitude.

"Why didn't you tell us about CyberCam?"

Cam shrugged, sitting on the bed. "I wanted to surprise everyone by showing him off when he was ready. I just never saw it coming, him attacking me and stuffing me into the closet."

"I so should've known it wasn't you. But it took you showing up to the warehouse for me to realize it. I just thought…I don't know… that I did something to piss you off. He acted like we were just friends…nothing more."

"Remember yesterday afternoon in the woods?"

"Yeah, of course."

"Was that between just friends?"

"Hell no!"

"Exactly. I didn't program that part of me into him for a reason. You're mine, no one else's."

"When did you get so possessive all of a sudden?"

"When it comes to you, since day one."

"Which day one?"

"The day we were standing in Ops, you telling us exactly what happened… to your parents, to you, both before Lothor and after. Even during the whole Island incident, I knew you'd get back to me safely."

With that, Cam stood and went over to Hunter, who dropped what was in his hands. Cam wrapped his arms around Hunter's neck and kissed his cheek before leaning his head on the crimson-covered shoulder. Hunter's arm were around Cam's waist, his face buried in his black hair.

Cam pulled away, still holding on to one of Hunter's hands.

"C'mon, let's get out of here."

Hunter randomly grabbed a couple shirts from Cam's bed, before following. They were all the way to the beach by the time they stopped and any words were spoken.

"I can't believe he said that!" Cam exclaimed suddenly, stopping in his tracks.

"Who said what?"

"My dad…he…he said that whatever we did, to do it outside of Ops," Cam said with a shudder.

Hunter laughed for a second. "Yeah, I'm sure you didn't need the innuendo from him."

"I really didn't."

Hunter leaned in, and just before their lips met, he whispered, "Then let me make you forget about it."

"Please do," Cam murmured.

Hunter kissed him, and he most welcomed it. After a few minutes, they separated, being lulled into a peaceful, calm state by the rhythmic sound of the waves hitting the beach. Hunter leaned against a boulder with Cam leaning against him. And they both stared out into the ocean. Hunter's arms were wrapped around Cam's waist, Cam's over Hunter's.

"This is going to end, isn't it?" Hunter asked.

"What?"

"We're going to bring Lothor down…we'll get our schools back…"

"You'll have to leave for the Thunder Academy."

Hunter kissed Cam's shoulder lightly, not moving from there. After a few seconds, Cam raised a hand to Hunter's face, then turned to kiss his lips.

"We'll figure it all out when the time comes. But we can't predict the future, so let's concentrate on the present."

Cam twisted slightly, making it easier to kiss Hunter, who raised a hand to Cam's throat.

When the sun began to set, they headed back to the Wind Academy. And although he wasn't oblivious to the fact that Hunter had a couple of his shirts, Cam didn't say anything about it. Hunter had started off for his apartment after walking with Cam to the portal. And once Cam was inside, he had no desire to work. Hunter's thoughts about their eventual separation haunted him, and he was in no mood to talk to anyone.

He absently waved to his father and the replicate before going into his bedroom. He put the shirts away that Hunter had removed from their hangers. But underneath the small pile of green, he saw crimson.

He picked up the two T-shirts, examining them. The short-sleeved shirt was mostly black, only the sleeves and the hem around the neck were crimson. The long-sleeved shirt was all crimson with the number 8 in white.

He removed his own shirt and put on the long-sleeved shirt. As he put it on, he noticed how it still had Hunter's scent on it. He crawled into bed, and after convincing himself that he and Hunter had at least tomorrow, he fell into a sound sleep.