Only For Him
Okay so I think everyone has craved a little Cadgins action because I know I have so here it is!! I really dont remember ow this popped into my head but I hope you all like it. It's my first time doing anything on here!!!
“Buzzzzzzzzz! Buzzzzzzzzzzzz!” was the loud sound that woke her up. Camille Saroyan groaned and pressed the intercom button on the wall above her bed.
“What?” she groaned.
“Cam. I need help.” His voice said.
“Hodgins?” she said waking up immediately.
She pressed the green button and heard the doors unlock and open.
“Press the red button!” she yelled feeling her heart pick up, it calmed when she heard the doors shut.
“Where are you?” he sounded weak. She knew her voice was carrying through the house; she specifically had it designed to do so.
“Up the stairs. Left, right, right, left, right, left.” She yelled directing him to her room.
After what happened she couldn’t risk anyone finding her; the way the house was designed it would give her time to get away so that would never happen to her again. She shuddered at the memory.
He opened her door with blood dripping down his forehead and staining his shirt. She gasped hopping out of the bed and rushing towards him.
“What happened?”
“Some guys jumped me on my way here. Luckily, you’re not too far from the airport.” He said wincing a smile.
“Hodgins I’m ten miles away.” She said helping him to her bed.
“They saw me and said I was looking at them funny but they didn’t rob me.” He said.
“That’s the Bronx for you. Where’s Angela and Michael?” she asked.
“In Paris.”
She brought back the first aid kit and began to clean his head.
“Ooh this is going to need stitches. Be right back.” She said hopping up again. She had on a tight tank that rose just slightly above her stomach and purple shorts that sat low on her curved hips and high up her thighs. Her hair had grown back and was swaying across her back as she moved around.
She sat back down and began to stitch his forehead.
“Why’d you leave them?” her voice was higher and throatier, raspy even. Or was it always like that? He couldn’t remember.
It’d been almost three years since they last saw each other; after everyone quit on her again. He and Angela went back to Paris, Booth and Brennan to Los Angeles, and Sweets and Daisy to Florida. She was furious when they told her their plans he knew that much. She didn’t say good bye she just smiled and said, “Thanks for being considerate.”
He couldn’t read her face and with Cam that was hard; her eyes told everything but at that moment her face was impassive. He was surprised she let him in but she always did have a soft spot for him.
“Jack.” She called softly snapping him out of his reverie.
“Angela cheated on me.” Her eyes widened in shock.
“That really doesn’t surprise me as much as it should. What about Michael?” she asked.
“He’s in Paris with his mother and father.”
“Jack no.” she said almost in a whisper pulling back completely.
Then she hugged him; he would’ve found it comforting if it didn’t hurt so badly.
“Cam.” He groaned.
She leaned up feeling the wetness on her stomach. She ripped open his shirt and saw the bleeding stab wound. He saw a flash of emotion go across her face but he couldn’t tell what.
“They stabbed you?” her voice was barely above a whisper now.
“Yeah, you’re pretty strong; this is a cotton shirt.” He said.
“I worked in a hospital. You learn it.” She said shrugging and hopping up yet again and came running back with a humongous box. She pulled out something called E-Z Clot and poured it onto his stomach.
He winced and she whimpered.
“Cam are you crying for me? You see this stuff everyday.”
“Yeah, but not on people I care about!” she said.
She bit down on her lip and began to clean the area. She stitched him up and he just watched her. Her dark hair hung over her face; no bangs anymore. She flicked it over her shoulder and bit down on her lip again, the dimples in her cheeks surfacing. Her brow was furrowed and she was focused on fixing him.
“Done, now let’s shower you off.” She said.
She lifted him up putting most of his weight on her shoulders and walked him to the bathroom with ease.
“Hospital?”
“Hospital.” She said with a chuckle.
She began to take his clothes off.
“You’re gonna see me naked Cam.” He said.
“Not like I haven’t before.” She said.
She pulled off his pants and put him in the tub pouring the warm water on his head and back to which he sighed in content. The she began to gently wash him. All of him. He was too weak to protest when her hand went in between his legs. She just washed him which to his surprise left him a little disappointed. It wasn’t like before. When they shared those nights after he and Angela called it off.
“Not like I haven’t before.” The way she said it.
He got very sleepy all of a sudden and told her so and she helped him out of the tub dried him off and slipped her oversized ‘tomboy’ clothes, as she called them, onto his body. She lay down next to him.
She was thick now, granted it looked amazing on her, but it was different. Something was different about her. He missed something, he didn’t know what but he felt like if he didn’t find out it would be very bad.
“Buzzzzzzzzz! Buzzzzzzzzzzzz!” was the loud sound that woke her up. Camille Saroyan groaned and pressed the intercom button on the wall above her bed.
“What?” she groaned.
“Cam. I need help.” His voice said.
“Hodgins?” she said waking up immediately.
She pressed the green button and heard the doors unlock and open.
“Press the red button!” she yelled feeling her heart pick up, it calmed when she heard the doors shut.
“Where are you?” he sounded weak. She knew her voice was carrying through the house; she specifically had it designed to do so.
“Up the stairs. Left, right, right, left, right, left.” She yelled directing him to her room.
After what happened she couldn’t risk anyone finding her; the way the house was designed it would give her time to get away so that would never happen to her again. She shuddered at the memory.
He opened her door with blood dripping down his forehead and staining his shirt. She gasped hopping out of the bed and rushing towards him.
“What happened?”
“Some guys jumped me on my way here. Luckily, you’re not too far from the airport.” He said wincing a smile.
“Hodgins I’m ten miles away.” She said helping him to her bed.
“They saw me and said I was looking at them funny but they didn’t rob me.” He said.
“That’s the Bronx for you. Where’s Angela and Michael?” she asked.
“In Paris.”
She brought back the first aid kit and began to clean his head.
“Ooh this is going to need stitches. Be right back.” She said hopping up again. She had on a tight tank that rose just slightly above her stomach and purple shorts that sat low on her curved hips and high up her thighs. Her hair had grown back and was swaying across her back as she moved around.
She sat back down and began to stitch his forehead.
“Why’d you leave them?” her voice was higher and throatier, raspy even. Or was it always like that? He couldn’t remember.
It’d been almost three years since they last saw each other; after everyone quit on her again. He and Angela went back to Paris, Booth and Brennan to Los Angeles, and Sweets and Daisy to Florida. She was furious when they told her their plans he knew that much. She didn’t say good bye she just smiled and said, “Thanks for being considerate.”
He couldn’t read her face and with Cam that was hard; her eyes told everything but at that moment her face was impassive. He was surprised she let him in but she always did have a soft spot for him.
“Jack.” She called softly snapping him out of his reverie.
“Angela cheated on me.” Her eyes widened in shock.
“That really doesn’t surprise me as much as it should. What about Michael?” she asked.
“He’s in Paris with his mother and father.”
“Jack no.” she said almost in a whisper pulling back completely.
Then she hugged him; he would’ve found it comforting if it didn’t hurt so badly.
“Cam.” He groaned.
She leaned up feeling the wetness on her stomach. She ripped open his shirt and saw the bleeding stab wound. He saw a flash of emotion go across her face but he couldn’t tell what.
“They stabbed you?” her voice was barely above a whisper now.
“Yeah, you’re pretty strong; this is a cotton shirt.” He said.
“I worked in a hospital. You learn it.” She said shrugging and hopping up yet again and came running back with a humongous box. She pulled out something called E-Z Clot and poured it onto his stomach.
He winced and she whimpered.
“Cam are you crying for me? You see this stuff everyday.”
“Yeah, but not on people I care about!” she said.
She bit down on her lip and began to clean the area. She stitched him up and he just watched her. Her dark hair hung over her face; no bangs anymore. She flicked it over her shoulder and bit down on her lip again, the dimples in her cheeks surfacing. Her brow was furrowed and she was focused on fixing him.
“Done, now let’s shower you off.” She said.
She lifted him up putting most of his weight on her shoulders and walked him to the bathroom with ease.
“Hospital?”
“Hospital.” She said with a chuckle.
She began to take his clothes off.
“You’re gonna see me naked Cam.” He said.
“Not like I haven’t before.” She said.
She pulled off his pants and put him in the tub pouring the warm water on his head and back to which he sighed in content. The she began to gently wash him. All of him. He was too weak to protest when her hand went in between his legs. She just washed him which to his surprise left him a little disappointed. It wasn’t like before. When they shared those nights after he and Angela called it off.
“Not like I haven’t before.” The way she said it.
He got very sleepy all of a sudden and told her so and she helped him out of the tub dried him off and slipped her oversized ‘tomboy’ clothes, as she called them, onto his body. She lay down next to him.
She was thick now, granted it looked amazing on her, but it was different. Something was different about her. He missed something, he didn’t know what but he felt like if he didn’t find out it would be very bad.