Those Camsten One Shots (Stitchers)

Totally Accidental

I'm not leaving after all. Thank you, fans, for loving me enough to make me feel an absolute need to stay. I asked for ten, you gave me eleven. MY FAVE DOCTOR!!!!!!!

Here's something for that eleven.

Disclaimer: Stitchers goes to ABCF.

Enjoy!

Summary: Kirsten watches Doctor Who, and Cameron catches her humming the tune while also looking at his phone. 

Kirsten honestly, really didn't mean for Cameron to find out that she enjoyed the show. She had been mindlessly humming, after all.

That damn tune.

--- A Week Earlier ---

"You ought to watch it, Doctor Who is a good show."

Cameron was trying to get Kirsten to watch Doctor Who, insisting she would love it. The blonde refused, saying the show made no sense. Cameron fought with the same point, saying that was the fun of it. The banter continued until an annoyed Camille came out of her room, her eyes bloodshot and her hair knotted.

"Kirsten, I'll say this as calmly as possible. You having sex would probably be quieter. So stop the banter and watch the damn show or have sex. Good night." The brunette retreated back to her room, slamming the door behind her.

Cameron turned around. "You heard the girl." Kirsten raised an eyebrow at him, confused as to what he was suggesting. Cameron quickly shook his head, redness spreading over his face. "I meant the show! Watch the show! Not, uh, the other thing."

Suddenly a different Cameron was in front of her, a cold, lifeless one. A dead one. The Incident, as she called it, could have gone differently. They could have not made his heart start again. Cameron could be six feet under right now.

Even if Kirsten did have Temporal Dysplasia, she knew that the average lifespan of a human was short. When a person has a near-death experience, their friends and family normally want to spend every second with that person. Kirsten should want to spend every waking moment with Cameron; she knew that.

Although the staff of the lab had told Cameron they hadn't gotten the license plate number, Kirsten had instructed them to keep the fact that she had seen anything else a secret. The story was that Kirsten couldn't have seen anything, she was being pulled into too many directions. She was still debating about telling Cameron that she knew how he felt.

She was debating about telling him how she felt.

In the meantime, she just had to act normal- or as normal as possible. Meaning she was about to get suckered into Doctor Who.

"Fine. Find it on Netflix."

Cameron smiled, and Kirsten couldn't help but mimic the grin. The brunette flipped through Netflix, talking at ninety miles an hour. Although Kirsten pretended to tune out the facts he was spewing out, she couldn't help but enjoy listening. She hadn't seen Cameron like this since his heart started beating again and he saw her face. And she was pretty sure she had figured out the four latest actors to play the Doctor.

The show finally started and Kirsten found herself strangely interested. After one episode, she watched the rest in the season, along with four from season two.

The blonde finally looked out the window. It was morning, the sun already fulling risen into the sky. Camille walked out of her room, yawning. She looked over to Kirsten. "I was right; you didn't have sex after all. Not even you are that quiet." Camille didn't stay for a response, instead going to the kitchen to make breakfast.

Kirsten then realized that her eyes were drooping. It was too late in the morning to do anything, considering she would probably need to be in the lab in an hour. Deciding to take a shower and deal with it, Kirsten headed off the bathroom.

--- The Lab ---

Kirsten was now sitting at Cameron's desk, waiting for said brunette to arrive. She moved papers aside to reveal a phone, most likely her Doctor Who loving friend's phone. Typing in the password she had once read over Cameron's shoulder, Kirsten went through his private life.

Website history, apps, contacts, none of that was interesting. Upon finding Cameron's notes, however, Kirsten almost gaped.

There was an entire list for nicknames. A whole list. The number one spot was stretch, probably because he used it so much. Not that she had an problem with that.

It was the second note that made Kirsten curious. The title was, What I'll Say To Her, all the words capitalized. It was typed like a small speech, and Kirsten couldn't figure out who it was addressed to.

Until she saw the name.

Her name.

She continued reading through, oblivious to the fact that she was also mindlessly humming the Doctor Who theme. This is what Cameron wanted to say to her. That he loved her, he had from the moment he'd seen her. Kirsten knew this, of course; she'd been inside the guy's head.

But to read it, to really know; it was a whole new experience.

"Enjoying my phone there, Rose?" 

Quickly shutting off the phone, Kirsten turned around to face Cameron. "What?"

"You were on my phone and humming Doctor Who, Stretch. Give it up. Not to mention you're at my desk. What were you reading anyways?"

"Nothing, nothing at all." Kirsten got out of the chair she had been occupying, and gave Cameron his phone. She almost ran to the dressing rooms, not stopping as Cameron yelled her name. She was in reach of the door when Cameron caught up to her, spinning her around.

"You were ready my notes?"

Kirsten nodded.

"You read my unfinished speech?"

She nodded again.

"What would you say to it?"

"I'd say finish your speeches on paper and lock them in bank vaults, Cameron. And to never let me watch Doctor Who."