After handing Joan over to Kawalsky, Cameron returned to their room. He took a deep breath as he regarded the mess on his side of the room. For some reason it had been growing the last couple of days. At least with people being in the cabin, Kawalsky wouldn't have to deal with all the boxes and bags ( Read more... )

While the trip to the Underworld had gone pretty smoothly (despite getthing caught), Cameron somehow couldn't shake the image of Bel holding the orb containing his father's soul. Somehow this had resulted into a telephone call home and him agreeing to go home for the holidays ( Read more... )

As it finally had stopped raining, Cameron was going to make the most of this day. He'd quickly gone down to the mainland to a garage this morning and hired all the equipment he might need. Now he was sitting on the grass, beside his swoopbike and cans of paint and paint remover and airbrush equipment while reading a book on how to do this. Maybe ( Read more... )

To: Emily Mitchell
From: Cameron Mitchell

Subject: The good, bad and...

( It's been a weird week )

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( Text message to Emily Mitchell )

After his oh so pleasant conversation with Anakin, Cameron left a handwavey note on Molly's bed and decided to skip the fair all together. He knew what he was going to be anyway. So he just waited for Molly to show up. Patience wasn't his best quality.

It had been a while since Cameron had been in contact with anyone back home. Not in the mood to go running in this heat, he stuck to his bed and decided to write an old fashioned letter.

( To Ferguson )

Cameron knew he shouldn't let Harkness get to him the way he did, but for some reason he couldn't help himself. He wondered if a promise not to be a jerk still counted if the person he was a jerk to didn't remember it and the girl he did it for took off months ago ( Read more... )