As J.P. walked into Cameron's bedroom, the first thing he sees is a picture of them together. He remembered taking it, the last night NWA:TNA ran in Nashville. It was on a peg board along with pictures of her and some of the other TNA guys, Teddy Hart, Jack Evans, and of course, numerous ones of her and James. He continues to look around the room and the next thing he sees is her Canadian flag on the wall. She had bought it, having Cyndi get to the show early while she was still at work so the boys could autograph it. Slowly but surely, he started piecing together little things she had done. He even remembered that she had posted on his message board a few times before the stabbing and during his rehab. Her room was tastefully done, especially the size she had to work with. Cameron came in the room, with Thunder hot on her heels, almost immediately noticing the look of awe on his face.

"I told you I was a fan. (Laughs)"

"Yea you did."

"Thank you for taking me out tonight."

"You're quite welcome. Did you enjoy yourself?"

"Very much so, even if I did almost bust my ass trying to do something I had no business doing."

"I told you that I would catch you."

"And you did, my knight in shinning honor."

"Now how are we working this sleeping arrangement? It seems as if Thunder has already taken the floor for the night."

"That's where he usually sleeps. (Laughs) You can sleep on the bed with me. I trust you enough where I know you won't try to get fresh with me as long as I can get a kiss goodnight."

"You can bet your ass on that one. I'm trying to decide how far I need to undress."

"Well, since I've seen you in trunks, I don't see the problem with you taking off your clothes. However, it's up to you."

J.P. decided that he would go down to the boxer briefs he had on since it was pretty much the same as how his tights fit. However, this would mean that part of the scar from surgery would be there in broad daylight for Cameron to see. He reached for the buttons of his dress shirt when she grabbed his hands to stop him.

"OK, here's the deal. I know that although you want to be comfortable, you are not too keen on having your scar that visible. I will make you a deal. I'll show you one of my scars if you want to show me yours."

The only thing that J.P. could do was nod his head. As he went for the buttons again, she reached out and grabbed them back.

"I know this is going to be a weird ass question, but may I? If you would rather do it yourself seeing the circumstances, I understand. However, I have to get used to being this close with someone again. I know you have no reason to trust me so explicitly, but I'm asking you to at least try."

With that, J.P. moved his hand to her face. All he could do was stare at her in awe. He finally decided that she was right. If they were going to be seeing each other, they would have to become comfortable around each other. That included touching each other. With that, he dropped his hands completely, and gave a small nod of his head. That was Cameron's sign that he was approving her request. She slowly undid each button, taking her time. She finally reached the area where his scar would begin to show. She felt him take in a deep breath, knowing that even though he would never admit it, he was scared shitless at what she would think of him. As she finally unfastened the last button, she felt her heart stop. Yea, she had seen him without a shirt on, but she had never really given much thought to the fact he was indeed hot. Scar or no scar, he was very nice to look at. Cameron stood up, going around standing behind J.P. For a second he wondered exactly what she was doing, but the thought left him as she grabbed his shirt and began taking it off. When she finished removing the article of clothing, she folded it up and laid it over the chair setting in the corner of her room. She walked back around so she could take a good look at him. She caught herself before her hand went up, curious to touch his scar.

"May I?"

J.P. knew what she was thinking and probably her reasoning behind it. He picked up her hand and placed it at the middle of his rib cage. Her hand began to instinctively move down, feeling of his scar. Even though Cameron had scars of her own, it still amazed her that someone had scars just like her. She reached the top of his pants, and laid her hand down. She knew what was next to come, and she was going to leave that to him. Hell, she was even going to try and give the boy some modesty by not watching him.

"I won't look, I promise."

"It's a bit too late for that isn't it sweetheart?"

"Yea, I guess it is."

With that, J.P. took off his pants, and laid them where Cameron had laid his shirt down moments earlier. He sat down on the bed and just looked at her. Cameron reached for the hem of her tank top. She was going to live up to her end of the deal. J.P. grabbed her hands and took them into is.

"How far do I raise it up?"

"To about the middle of my back, you can't miss it."

J.P. rose up her tank top, and sure enough there was a scar that was about an inch in width and 3 to 4 inches in length. He reached out to touch it. For those who didn't know better, it felt like regular skin. It was almost as if she had a skin graph done.

"Can I ask how it happened?

"Curling Iron. Jacob and I were getting ready to go out to lunch on a Saturday before the show and something set him off. It was one of the only two times I tried to run. He caught me, and the first thing he grabbed was my hot curling iron. There are 2 other spots that he burned me, but they weren't as severe as that one. Bubba knows that Jacob is the reason I don't own a curling iron anymore, but he's never seen the reason why. Earlier tonight was actually a bit tough for me as that of course Chrissy had to curl my hair. She had to calm me down. It wasn't that I didn't trust Chrissy, it was just my fear of a curling iron. I know it sounds stupid, but…."

"Hey, it isn't stupid. For the first few weeks after the stabbing, I couldn't go near a metal knife without flinching. It's understandable."

"I know that. It's just one of the many flaws I have physically. Bubba keeps telling me that a little weight isn't going to hurt considering the toothpick I used to be thanks to Jacob. He always said I was fat and needed to lose weight. He even went as far as to portion out how much I could eat when we ate. I even went as far as starving myself when the "portion thing" didn't work. Believe me, when I got in that hospital, I ate like food was going out of style. I had Sircy and Bubba sneaking me in food every time they came to see me. It was then that I discovered the glorious thing known as "Death by Chocolate" ice cream. (Laughs)."

"Well, I do know one thing. This Jacob character has to be the stupidest man on the face of the planet if he didn't realize that you are more than fine the way you are. Whenever you get in the mood for ice cream, let me know, and I will be more than glad to run to the store."

"Thank you very much. It's time to find me a movie and go to sleep."

"Ah, you sleep with the TV on too huh?"

"Yea, it's usually turned down enough where I can just hear it. I'll find me a movie and just go to sleep. Right now, it tends to be Red Dragon seeing as that it is On Demand for a few weeks."

"Hannibal Lecter freak huh?"

"Most definitely."

"Well, Red Dragon it is."

They both laid down on the bed, with J.P. spooning Cameron to him. As soon as he thought she had gotten comfortable, she turned to lay on her back where she could look at him. His eyes found hers and he immediately smiled.

"You know, I still haven't got my kiss goodnight."

"You haven't? I guess we'll have to do something about that now won't we?"

With that, J.P. leaned down and began kissing Cameron. This wasn't like the kiss earlier at the park, which was soft and gentle. This one was more intense, as J.P asked permission to enter her mouth with his tongue. When she granted him access, he mentally grinned as he realized she did trust him. He realized that she was truly a great kisser, and wanted to make sure that although things wouldn't go any further than that, that she would remember this kiss. When they finally pulled apart due to lack of oxygen, their foreheads touched, and J.P.'s hand went to Cameron's face.

"You keep kissing me like that, we're gonna have a problem."

"(Sarcastically) I'm sorry. It's just that you are so damn kissable."

"(Laughs) Oh really?"

(Yawns) Yes really."

"OK you, go to sleep. We'll find out how kissable I am tomorrow."

With that Cameron turned back over, and J.P.'s arms went around her. Shortly after, Cameron went to sleep and J.P. just watched her for a while. Later on that morning, James came in so he could let Thunder outside, and he saw his sister asleep with a smile on her face. He was glad that she finally had a reason to smile. He hoped Devine wouldn't hurt her. If he did, God have mercy on his soul because his ass belonged to James.