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Cameron kicked off her shoes and socks, and wriggled out of her running shorts, leaving it all in a neat little pile next to the bed. She wiped the sweat away with a damp towel and then let herself flop onto the bed, though in more of a sprawl than a neat little pile. She didn't allow herself to remark on the strangeness of sleeping there alone, ( Read more... ) -
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Cameron was irritated with herself ( Read more... ) -
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Mornings did not smell this way, which was the first thing he noticed when he woke up on Friday morning, and mornings did not snore quite so loud in the Doctor's ear, if mornings were the usual ( Read more... ) -
For House.
At first, Cameron had thought she wouldn't be able to sleep with House in the same bed as her. It would be weird, and she hadn't had to share with anyone in... years, now. While she hadn't really missed it-- at the end, he hadn't slept in the same bed as her anyway, her husband-- she was surprised that the change didn't bother her ( Read more... ) -
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Soft spoken with a broken jaw.
It was luck of the draw that Cameron had managed to get her hands on alcohol at all.
She'd met the redhead in the kitchen while he cut lemons, and after discovering he'd known Chase very well, she'd also persuaded him to let her have a jar of her very own backwater moonshine. Really, she'd been TRYING not to make the Southern jokes, but after a ( Read more... ) -
Post-dino.
It might have been irresponsible, but the first thing Cameron had done upon getting back to the compound (and after watching her fellow group members be reunited with people who were actually looking for them) was shower. For as long as she could, though frankly, she still smelled a little bit when she was done, and her arm was bleeding badly ( Read more... ) -
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Testing.