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He knew what I wanted to hear, and he would give me as close to it as he could. He was rubbing my back with his fingers in a calming way, and I soon found myself drifting off to sleep.

It seemed like to time until I was woken by Bobby slipping out from under me as carefully as possible.

"Doug, what's the plan?" I heard him whisper.

"I'm going to follow the blood trails and see where they lead me. I'm getting Catherine, and coming back, and I plan on killing as many of these freaks as I can on the way. I want to say goodbye to the girls, but I want to go alone. I can't run the risk of taking either of them out into the open like that. But I know that if I wake them I won't be able to get out of her without at least one of them with me. Tell them both I love them. And Bobby, if I don't make it back, which, let's face it, is very likely, wait until noon. If you can't get me on the radio, head back towards the station. There has to be at least one car there that works. Go back to the freeway. Get the police out here. But don't tell them the truth. They won't believe you. Tell them we wrecked, while trying out a short cut. And please, please take care of Cameron. She loves you guys like family. And we're all the family she has anymore. So if I don't make it back..." I knew Brenda was awake because I felt her grab my hand reassuringly.

"Doug, we love Cameron. Do you really think we'd just abandon her? She's part of our family too." I couldn't take it anymore. I crawled out of bed and Brenda followed quickly. We walked over to the guys, who both looked a little upset by the face we were already up and Doug couldn't make his great escape (A/N: when you read escape in one of my stories, it's mandatory that you read it like Dory: "Ess-Cop-AY. Thank you (:.) without us.

"Morning girls." Doug said distractedly. Bobby put an arm around both of our shoulders, pulling us into him, and kissing my forehead.

"Doug, you know I don't want you to go alone. Please let me go with you." I begged.

"Cameron Grey." He began to reply. But Brenda interrupted him.

"Guys, I told you last night I WANT to go. I can't just sit here and do nothing. Catherine's my niece, you know. Besides, I can't see splitting up Bobby and Cammie. Not here and now. CamBam, you're my best friend, practically my sister. I love you, and I know what you need, and that's Bobby, who I also love. Doug you're legally my brother. I do love you, and I don't want you going alone. Besides, there's more of a chance of getting Catherine back if two of us go."

"Brenda, I don't want to be away from you any more than I want to be away from Bobby. I don't want to be away from any of you guys. Yeah, so maybe I'm being selfish, but it's like you said, Doug, you guys are all I have left." Ten minutes and a lot of arguing later, it was decided. Doug and Brenda would go while Bobby and I stayed here and kills any of the mutants that came our way.

We had all attempted at a breakfast, but no one could quite bring themselves to eat. After brushing our teeth and throwing on some clothes, they took off. Brenda had a huge kitchen knife and Doug had a baseball bat and the walkie talkie that we could communicate with using the CB. I was nervous as I watched their retreating figures. That's when I broke, again. I sank to the ground, sobbing. Bobby came from nowhere to hold me. He didn't say anything - there was nothing to say. But I felt his body shaking and shuddering and I could tell he was crying too.

"Bobby, we need to be ready for when they come." I said as soon as I could talk. He pulled me in tight and kissed my forehead. I responded by looking up and catching his face. I kissed him and it was like something I've never felt before. It was loving and reassuring and careful, yet needy, wanting, reckless. It was the most passionate kiss I'd ever felt. I'm not a hoe, but I have kissed my fair share of guys, but none of them felt like that. None of them could kiss like that. None of them were my Bobby.

It was hard to end it, but we did. We had work to do. Bobby was doing something with sticks and the fishing pole and line. I went over to the truck and got out the spare tire. I rolled it away from everything and went to get gasoline. I squirted it all over the tire and lit a match. I tossed it down and it instantly caught. I could tell it would do no good. The black smoke was barely making it ten feet above the ground before it disappeared. I sighed and stepped back, staring at my pathetic attempt of getting someones attention. As I stared, I realized that Big Bob, Ethyle, Lynn... They're really gone. For good. Brenda Doug and Catherine might be as well. I really didn't want to be even five feet from Bobby right then. I held back my tears as I stumbled over to him.

"Who knows," I shrugged, trying to hang on to one last little ray of hope. " Maybe somebody heard our calls." This seemed to piss Bobby off.

"No body's gonna hear the f*cking calls, Cameron! And nobody's gonna see that gosh d*mn smoke in this gosh d*mn desert!" he way yelling. "We're in the middle of freaking - AH! Sh****t!" he had hit his finger with the hammer. "AHHH." I couldn't tell if he was yelling for rage or for pain. I was still shocked he had yelled at me. I understood he was stressed, but it still cut me like three billion knives. That mixed in with the fact that I knew he wasn't lying was enough to make me lose it. I do believe that was the third time that day? I stood there, sobbing. Bobby, who had still been kneeling down looked up and realized. He quickly stood and reached out for me.

"I'm sorry, baby. Come here." He pulled me in and I felt that familiar safe-ness and at-ease-ness wash over me. There's no telling how long we stood there, me crying into his chest, him crying into my hair. All I remember is the sudden tired and exhaustion that swept over my body. As I went to pull back from Bobby, I fell back. He, of course, caught and stabilized me. "You need sleep." He said simply. He picked me up bridal style and carried me to the trailer. I argue the whole way there that I was fine. "Cameron, you need rest. I know you, you need to just chill. At least get a drink."

"Chill. Chill? CHILL? How am I supposed to just "CHILL", Bobby? Everyone's gone. We're sitting ducks. We have two dead bodies of our family in that trailer. And even after OUR horror story is over, this is just gonna continue to happen to innocent, unsuspecting people! And You expect me to chill?" Poor Bobby. He was only looking out for me, and I just completely unnecessarily bit his head off for absolutely no reason. I sighed as Bobby put me down on the trailer floor. He still stod on the ground, So I could almost see directly into his eyes. "Bobby, I'm sorry. That was stupid and completely ridiculous. I have no idea why I just snapped on you like that. Forgive me?"

"Of course, Cam. You're tired, you're stressed, you're hot, you're worried, scared, mad, sad, I understand. Just Please, if you love me, do me one favor?" He flashed his beautiful eyes in a way he knew I couldn't resist.

"What?" I somehow found myself giggling, just a little bit.

"Chill. Just go sit down while I finish rigging this. Please. I'll be there in three minutes." I sighed and turned to go but he grabbed my waist. He turned me to face him and I was about to start talking, make some sarcastic comment, when I saw his face. I've never seen so much emotion in one look. He grabbed my face in his hands and smiled.

"What?"

"I just freaked out when I felt you walking away from me. Ridiculous. And I'm just so glad. I still have you." I rolled my eyes at his sappiness and went into the trailer. Bobby tries to act so tough, but he's really just a big soft romantic at heart. I looked around; the trailer was a total mess. I knew that Ethyle kept tons of cleaning supplies around, so I found them and was just about to start cleaning when Bobby came in.

"Cam, i said rest, not clean."

"How am I supposed to rest when we've got stuff thrown everywhere, blood spattered everywhere, and not to mention those bodies over in the corner." Bobby looked at where we had lain the covered bodies.

"You're right. We at least need to move them out. But where? I'm not just throwing them out in the desert." His face grimaced at the though. I thought for a minute.

"The back of the truck. The middle's still laid down from Doug and Lynn. They'll fit and be protected." He nodded in agreement. We walked over to the bodies and Bobby grabbed Ethyls head while I grabbed her legs. We carefully moved her out and into the truck. I was sobbing hysterically and Bobby was silently tearing up. Then came Lynn. This was harder than Ethyle. I loved Ethyle so much, But Lynn had been so young. With a little child. She had decades left to live. This wasn't fair. I don't know how I made it through carrying my basically mom and sister's dead bodies out, But I knew whatever pain I was filling was a quadrillion times worse for Bobby.

"Watch her head, Bobby." I muttered as he gently laid her down. He came to crawl out and I grabbed his hand and pulled. He hit the ground, I slammed the door shut and turned to find him. He instantly fell on me, sobbing. I stood there, gripping his waist, giving him a shoulder to cry on. The usual roles were reverse. We moved into the trailer and went back to sit on the bed. He laid back, legs still on the floor, and pulled me back with him. When he pulled me into him, he kissed me violently. I couldn't tell if this was a true longing kiss or a make me forget my current situation kiss, but either way, I let it happen.

Soon, he flipped me over so that he was on top; he pressed harder and harder into me as he moved his body up and down. One had was gripping my waist and the othe was running up and down my leg. I had one hand on his neck, pulling him closer, and one hand pulling through his hair. The hand on my waist slowly inched its way under my shirt, then up my stomach, over my boobs and just had begun to rip my shurt off when we heard the trap go off.

OOH,. Two chapters in one night/morning. Now I'm off to bed. gnight.

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