From me, an Admirer - Day 7 (Bones - Cadgins)
Title: From me, an Admirer
Author: AccordingToMel
Summary: After Cam starts receiving mysterious gifts, she begins to suspect that she might have a secret admirer.
Pairings: Cadgins
Rating: T
Spoilers: None.
Word Count: 961
Disclaimer: Last I checked, no. But let me tell you, if I had my way with the show, things would be vastly different!
Author’s note: All right - so I’m breaking day 7 into two parts due to length and due to the fact that I’m now behind 2 days and I need to catch up ASAP! And I may or may not skip Sunday. But we’ll see where it goes. I’ll probably still call it “day 8” though. Anywho, I hope everyone enjoys and thanks for reading, as always!
Part One, Part Two, Part Three,
Part Four, Part Five, Part Six
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From me, an Admirer - Day 7
Saturday morning starts off better for Cam than she’d anticipated. She still feels like crap, that’s for sure, but her head is slightly less foggy and she feels more mentally on the ball. And hungry, which she hasn’t really been for the last couple of days. So after another warm bath (in which she soaks and listens to her new Christmas album), Cam manages to make it to the kitchen in search of something to eat. Which would have proved fruitful, except for the small detail that Cam had pretty much run out of groceries a few days ago. She had been planning on going grocery shopping on Thursday, but then the cold hit her and all thoughts of shopping left her mind.
But Cam supposes it isn’t the worst thing in the world to have to go out for an hour and pick up some groceries, even if she’d much rather remain in bed or curled up on her living room couch. So she bundles up in multiple layers of clothing, makes sure to throw a couple extra packages of tissue into her purse (and one into her jacket pocket for good measure), and prepares to face the cold.
The first thing she notices upon leaving her condo is that it’s not quite as cold as she’d expected. Checking the weather before leaving might have been a nice idea, she reflects idly to herself, but it’s too late for that now. Besides, she figures it’s better to be over-dressed then under-dressed when sick. The second thing she notices is that it has snowed in the last couple of days, and definitely overnight, if the fresh layer of snow on her walkway is any indication. But it looks as if the maintenance people haven’t come by to shovel and sand the path yet. Cam makes a mental note to herself to be extra careful.
Cam shuffles along slowly, but unfortunately the thing she doesn’t notice is the patch of black ice underneath the fresh coat of snow. And without any warning, her feet go sliding out from underneath her body, and she finds herself in a pathetic heap on the ground, her right foot twisted awkwardly behind her.
Cam lets out a string of curses before attempting to stand up again. Except that she’s really in a lot of pain, and after three attempts at getting up, she decides that it’s probably not going to happen.
Thankfully, one of her neighbours notices her and helps her back into the house. “You should probably get that looked at,” Mrs. Lawson informs her once Cam is situated on the couch, foot elevated on a pillow on her coffee table. “I’d take you myself, but my husband is out with our car. Do you have anyone you can call?”
“Yeah, I think I should be fine,” Cam assures her neighbour. And once Mrs. Lawson has wrapped Cam’s foot in ice, she heads out, promising to check up on her later. Cam sighs and wonders if things could possibly get even worse. So much to the pleasant start to her morning.
The first person she calls is Felicia. But her sister, unsurprisingly, isn’t home. Cam sighs and hangs up, figuring she’ll have to go to Plan B.
The next person she calls is Booth, and is pleasantly surprised when he answers. “Hey Booth, are you busy right now?” she asks hopefully.
“I just picked up Parker and we’re heading in to see a movie,” he tells her. “What’s up? How are you feeling?”
“I’m fine,” Cam lies, shifting uncomfortably and trying not to make any pained noises. “I was just wondering if you were free to help me out with something. But you’re with Parker, so don’t worry about it.”
“Are you sure? Because if it’s something important, we can just see the next movie instead,” Booth offers, and she knows he’s being genuine. But Cam is not going to ruin his time with Parker just because she doesn’t know how to walk properly.
“No, that’s okay. You and Parker have fun. I’ll talk to you on Monday.”
Cam hangs up the phone and sits on the couch thinking for a few minutes about who to call next. She adamantly ignores the voice inside her head telling her to phone Hodgins, because she doesn’t want to burden him again (and she doesn’t want to give him the wrong impression). But after several more phone calls that lead to several more dead ends - and another several minutes of pain - Cam finally breaks down and dials Hodgins’ phone number.
She lets it ring several times. But after the fourth ring she assumes that he probably isn’t there either and is about to hang up when she hears a rushed, “Hello?”
“Hodgins?” Cam asks dumbly. Of course it’s him.
“Cam?”
“Yeah, it’s me.” She stops, not quite sure how to ask him to do such a huge favour for her.
“Are you okay? Is something going on?” he immediately wonders, concern etched into his tone of voice.
“No, I’m fine,” she starts, then shakes her head. “Well, I guess not really...”
“What happened?”
This is kind of embarrassing to admit, Cam realizes. “Uh... well, I sort of fell. On my walkway this morning when I was going out to get groceries. And I might have sprained my ankle...” She leaves the rest unsaid and hopes that he’ll understand what she needs from him. Thankfully he does.
“Do you need to go to the hospital or something?” he asks, still sounding as concerned as before.
“It pains me to say so, but yes. I’d drive myself except that it’s my right foot, so...”
There is no hesitation in his voice when she hears him say, “I’ll be right over.”
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Part Eight
Author: AccordingToMel
Summary: After Cam starts receiving mysterious gifts, she begins to suspect that she might have a secret admirer.
Pairings: Cadgins
Rating: T
Spoilers: None.
Word Count: 961
Disclaimer: Last I checked, no. But let me tell you, if I had my way with the show, things would be vastly different!
Author’s note: All right - so I’m breaking day 7 into two parts due to length and due to the fact that I’m now behind 2 days and I need to catch up ASAP! And I may or may not skip Sunday. But we’ll see where it goes. I’ll probably still call it “day 8” though. Anywho, I hope everyone enjoys and thanks for reading, as always!
Part One, Part Two, Part Three,
Part Four, Part Five, Part Six
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From me, an Admirer - Day 7
Saturday morning starts off better for Cam than she’d anticipated. She still feels like crap, that’s for sure, but her head is slightly less foggy and she feels more mentally on the ball. And hungry, which she hasn’t really been for the last couple of days. So after another warm bath (in which she soaks and listens to her new Christmas album), Cam manages to make it to the kitchen in search of something to eat. Which would have proved fruitful, except for the small detail that Cam had pretty much run out of groceries a few days ago. She had been planning on going grocery shopping on Thursday, but then the cold hit her and all thoughts of shopping left her mind.
But Cam supposes it isn’t the worst thing in the world to have to go out for an hour and pick up some groceries, even if she’d much rather remain in bed or curled up on her living room couch. So she bundles up in multiple layers of clothing, makes sure to throw a couple extra packages of tissue into her purse (and one into her jacket pocket for good measure), and prepares to face the cold.
The first thing she notices upon leaving her condo is that it’s not quite as cold as she’d expected. Checking the weather before leaving might have been a nice idea, she reflects idly to herself, but it’s too late for that now. Besides, she figures it’s better to be over-dressed then under-dressed when sick. The second thing she notices is that it has snowed in the last couple of days, and definitely overnight, if the fresh layer of snow on her walkway is any indication. But it looks as if the maintenance people haven’t come by to shovel and sand the path yet. Cam makes a mental note to herself to be extra careful.
Cam shuffles along slowly, but unfortunately the thing she doesn’t notice is the patch of black ice underneath the fresh coat of snow. And without any warning, her feet go sliding out from underneath her body, and she finds herself in a pathetic heap on the ground, her right foot twisted awkwardly behind her.
Cam lets out a string of curses before attempting to stand up again. Except that she’s really in a lot of pain, and after three attempts at getting up, she decides that it’s probably not going to happen.
Thankfully, one of her neighbours notices her and helps her back into the house. “You should probably get that looked at,” Mrs. Lawson informs her once Cam is situated on the couch, foot elevated on a pillow on her coffee table. “I’d take you myself, but my husband is out with our car. Do you have anyone you can call?”
“Yeah, I think I should be fine,” Cam assures her neighbour. And once Mrs. Lawson has wrapped Cam’s foot in ice, she heads out, promising to check up on her later. Cam sighs and wonders if things could possibly get even worse. So much to the pleasant start to her morning.
The first person she calls is Felicia. But her sister, unsurprisingly, isn’t home. Cam sighs and hangs up, figuring she’ll have to go to Plan B.
The next person she calls is Booth, and is pleasantly surprised when he answers. “Hey Booth, are you busy right now?” she asks hopefully.
“I just picked up Parker and we’re heading in to see a movie,” he tells her. “What’s up? How are you feeling?”
“I’m fine,” Cam lies, shifting uncomfortably and trying not to make any pained noises. “I was just wondering if you were free to help me out with something. But you’re with Parker, so don’t worry about it.”
“Are you sure? Because if it’s something important, we can just see the next movie instead,” Booth offers, and she knows he’s being genuine. But Cam is not going to ruin his time with Parker just because she doesn’t know how to walk properly.
“No, that’s okay. You and Parker have fun. I’ll talk to you on Monday.”
Cam hangs up the phone and sits on the couch thinking for a few minutes about who to call next. She adamantly ignores the voice inside her head telling her to phone Hodgins, because she doesn’t want to burden him again (and she doesn’t want to give him the wrong impression). But after several more phone calls that lead to several more dead ends - and another several minutes of pain - Cam finally breaks down and dials Hodgins’ phone number.
She lets it ring several times. But after the fourth ring she assumes that he probably isn’t there either and is about to hang up when she hears a rushed, “Hello?”
“Hodgins?” Cam asks dumbly. Of course it’s him.
“Cam?”
“Yeah, it’s me.” She stops, not quite sure how to ask him to do such a huge favour for her.
“Are you okay? Is something going on?” he immediately wonders, concern etched into his tone of voice.
“No, I’m fine,” she starts, then shakes her head. “Well, I guess not really...”
“What happened?”
This is kind of embarrassing to admit, Cam realizes. “Uh... well, I sort of fell. On my walkway this morning when I was going out to get groceries. And I might have sprained my ankle...” She leaves the rest unsaid and hopes that he’ll understand what she needs from him. Thankfully he does.
“Do you need to go to the hospital or something?” he asks, still sounding as concerned as before.
“It pains me to say so, but yes. I’d drive myself except that it’s my right foot, so...”
There is no hesitation in his voice when she hears him say, “I’ll be right over.”
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Part Eight