FIC- (General Hospital) Cameron/Molly
Title: The First Truth
Author: Ash
Rating: pg
Word Count: 1,423
Summary: It was almost as if Cameron Spencer and Molly Lansing had known each other in another life.
Author's Note: This is Cameron and Molly, my Baby!OTP, using situational plots from empressearwig's amazing 'Lanaverse.
Cameron Webber-Spencer had always known he had the devil in him.
He'd always known that Lucky Spencer, the man who'd taught him every meaningful lesson in life, was not his biological father. Neither was Nikolas Cassadine, his wise and kind uncle-slash-stepfather. For as long as he could remember, none of his parents made it any secret that his real father's name was Alexander 'Smith' Lewis, and he had died a couple of months before Cameron was born.
But that was all he had known. No one would tell him anything else about who this man was, whether he loved Elizabeth or she loved him, how he died, or what he liked. Cameron suspected he looked like him, because Jake was blue-eyed and fair like the Spencers, and neither of the boys resembled their delicate mother. No, Cameron was tall and lean, with thick dark hair that flopped over in his eyes and a crooked grin that flashed like he was keeping a secret.
Except the secret was kept from him.
The person he finally did learn more about his father from, he realized after the fact that he should have asked her years ago in the first place. Alexis Davis had always had a particular soft spot for him, and always treated him more like one of the adults than one of the kids, and it was easier to relate to her this way, too. He was helping her carry some boxes of overflowing storage into one of the attics in Wyndhemere, and dropped the one on top, letting loose about a decade's worth of photographs. They'd chuckled and started sweeping all the pictures up, when he noticed one of his mother, but very young, still a teenager.
She was with a dark-haired boy who had a crooked smile and the same dark eyes he saw in the mirror every day. "Alexis…" Cameron breathed, his voice much lower than it normally was.
She looked up to see the picture he held, and the line of her lips went tight for a moment, but she continued sweeping up the rest of the photos and up the stairs and he followed her wordlessly. And in the Wyndhemere attic, which had housed so many secrets, Alexis told him the whole story of his father. Zander. That he was a good man, to whom life had dealt a difficult hand. How he had died, tragically. That he loved deeply. She left nothing out, good or bad.
And then…Cameron understood the white-as-a-sheet fear he saw in his mother's eyes at times. Cameron loved to take risks, he loved to push the limits of the world as far as they would go, and then stretch them a bit more. And he finally understood where that came from. Cameron Webber Spencer (Lewis) was his father's son.
And just as he had always known he had the devil in him, Cameron had always known that Molly Lansing was the closest he would ever come to an angel on earth.
Even at the age that little boys were only supposed to think of little girls with disgust, she was the most beautiful creature he had ever laid eyes on. Kristina was far more popular, being the class president, and captain of the volleyball team and just generally outgoing. She wanted to take on the world, but Molly made every thing brighter, softer. Cameron loved her kindness, her sweetness, the graceful way she took on everything in life. The first time she'd laid her hand in his, she was five and he was seven and they were Christmas caroling with their extended families and she was so cold and she leaned into him for comfort and the trust from that tender little heart…he was a goner, right then and there.
By the time he was sixteen, he loved her completely. Things changed between them, as she entered high school and they crossed paths every day (that, he made sure of), rather than just at family functions or the occasional run-in at Kelley's, like they had in the past. It was nearing Halloween during his junior year and her freshman year the night that everything changed.
He'd stayed after soccer practice to study in the library, and as he was finally gathering up his books to go home for dinner, he stopped short when he saw her descending the staircase. Her head was buried in Jane Austen, as it so often was. He had seen her read for hours, always the romantic, always a fairy-tale ending. That's how life should always be for her. She was wearing a red turtleneck with her dark curls pulled away from her face. She was rosy-cheeked and looked so fresh and pretty that he couldn't help smiling. "Hi, Mol." He said quietly, and she finally looked up, dazzling him with her own smile.
"Hi Cam," She glanced at the clock over his shoulder. "Wow, is it really 6:30?"
He laughed. "Yes, I guess time flies when you're reading Pride & Prejudice for the eleventh time."
"It's the eighth time," she grinned and continued towards him. He'd shot right up since his fifteenth birthday and the top of her head barely reached his chin now.
"Let me drive you home, Molly," he put a warm hand on the small of her back, already helping her with her coat.
They talked easily on the ride out to the lake house- Cameron extended the ride, offering to drive her around to look at the pretty foliage, but of course just wanted to spend more uninterrupted time with her. Despite how deeply he felt for her, Cameron had never been uncomfortable or flustered around Molly. They knew each other so well, they had known each other forever, but more than the bond that they shared with all of the children they grew up with, there had always been a strong, almost cosmic connection between them. They each knew what the other was thinking before any words were spoken. Almost as if they had known each other in another life.
As night settled more thickly onto Port Charles, Cameron reluctantly steered the car towards her home. After parking, he shut the car off and walked around to the passenger door to let her out. He took her hand to help her out of the car- chivalry was a lost art, according to Nikolas who had insisted on etiquette lessons for himself and Jake, as well as Audrey and Spencer.
He guided her to the front door, with his hand behind her back while she chatted about her Halloween plans and just before she would have reached out for the door handle, Cameron quickly took her face in his hands and kissed her, mid-sentence.
She froze in his arms, and for a split second, his heart stopped, thinking that all of his lifelong dreams were about to come crashing down around him, but then she melted against him, her small hands coming up over his, and when he finally broke the kiss, she collapsed against him a little. Her cheeks were red and her eyes were a little glazed, and Molly's 'first kiss look' instantly became a cherished memory in Cameron Webber-Spencer's mind.
"Do you know how long I've wanted to do that?" he whispered into her hair with a small chuckle, letting his hands slide to her waist.
She was gazing up at him with such rapt adoration that neither of them realized the front door had opened until they heard Ric's voice, so carefully 'normal' and unaffected. "Mol? It's time to come in now, sweetie."
Molly blushed bright pink, and her gaze dropped. "Yes, Daddy," she answered demurely, stepping inside. Cameron wanted to reach out and grab her, never let her go, but that certainly wouldn't do right at this moment.
"Good night, Cam. Thanks for driving her home," Ric said to the boy, the same carefully unaffected smile on his face.
"Good night, Ric," Cameron said, surprised at how gravelly his voice was. The front door closed and Cameron turned to leave, but spared one more glance over his shoulder at Molly's house.
She was looking out the front window, smiling shyly, and she gave a small wave. Tomorrow, she mouthed, and blew a kiss at the pane, and then she was gone.
His heart soared. Cameron had waited an eternity to kiss Molly Lansing. He knew it would change both of their lives forever.
And he had the rest of both of their lives to prove it to her, too.
Author: Ash
Rating: pg
Word Count: 1,423
Summary: It was almost as if Cameron Spencer and Molly Lansing had known each other in another life.
Author's Note: This is Cameron and Molly, my Baby!OTP, using situational plots from empressearwig's amazing 'Lanaverse.
Cameron Webber-Spencer had always known he had the devil in him.
He'd always known that Lucky Spencer, the man who'd taught him every meaningful lesson in life, was not his biological father. Neither was Nikolas Cassadine, his wise and kind uncle-slash-stepfather. For as long as he could remember, none of his parents made it any secret that his real father's name was Alexander 'Smith' Lewis, and he had died a couple of months before Cameron was born.
But that was all he had known. No one would tell him anything else about who this man was, whether he loved Elizabeth or she loved him, how he died, or what he liked. Cameron suspected he looked like him, because Jake was blue-eyed and fair like the Spencers, and neither of the boys resembled their delicate mother. No, Cameron was tall and lean, with thick dark hair that flopped over in his eyes and a crooked grin that flashed like he was keeping a secret.
Except the secret was kept from him.
The person he finally did learn more about his father from, he realized after the fact that he should have asked her years ago in the first place. Alexis Davis had always had a particular soft spot for him, and always treated him more like one of the adults than one of the kids, and it was easier to relate to her this way, too. He was helping her carry some boxes of overflowing storage into one of the attics in Wyndhemere, and dropped the one on top, letting loose about a decade's worth of photographs. They'd chuckled and started sweeping all the pictures up, when he noticed one of his mother, but very young, still a teenager.
She was with a dark-haired boy who had a crooked smile and the same dark eyes he saw in the mirror every day. "Alexis…" Cameron breathed, his voice much lower than it normally was.
She looked up to see the picture he held, and the line of her lips went tight for a moment, but she continued sweeping up the rest of the photos and up the stairs and he followed her wordlessly. And in the Wyndhemere attic, which had housed so many secrets, Alexis told him the whole story of his father. Zander. That he was a good man, to whom life had dealt a difficult hand. How he had died, tragically. That he loved deeply. She left nothing out, good or bad.
And then…Cameron understood the white-as-a-sheet fear he saw in his mother's eyes at times. Cameron loved to take risks, he loved to push the limits of the world as far as they would go, and then stretch them a bit more. And he finally understood where that came from. Cameron Webber Spencer (Lewis) was his father's son.
And just as he had always known he had the devil in him, Cameron had always known that Molly Lansing was the closest he would ever come to an angel on earth.
Even at the age that little boys were only supposed to think of little girls with disgust, she was the most beautiful creature he had ever laid eyes on. Kristina was far more popular, being the class president, and captain of the volleyball team and just generally outgoing. She wanted to take on the world, but Molly made every thing brighter, softer. Cameron loved her kindness, her sweetness, the graceful way she took on everything in life. The first time she'd laid her hand in his, she was five and he was seven and they were Christmas caroling with their extended families and she was so cold and she leaned into him for comfort and the trust from that tender little heart…he was a goner, right then and there.
By the time he was sixteen, he loved her completely. Things changed between them, as she entered high school and they crossed paths every day (that, he made sure of), rather than just at family functions or the occasional run-in at Kelley's, like they had in the past. It was nearing Halloween during his junior year and her freshman year the night that everything changed.
He'd stayed after soccer practice to study in the library, and as he was finally gathering up his books to go home for dinner, he stopped short when he saw her descending the staircase. Her head was buried in Jane Austen, as it so often was. He had seen her read for hours, always the romantic, always a fairy-tale ending. That's how life should always be for her. She was wearing a red turtleneck with her dark curls pulled away from her face. She was rosy-cheeked and looked so fresh and pretty that he couldn't help smiling. "Hi, Mol." He said quietly, and she finally looked up, dazzling him with her own smile.
"Hi Cam," She glanced at the clock over his shoulder. "Wow, is it really 6:30?"
He laughed. "Yes, I guess time flies when you're reading Pride & Prejudice for the eleventh time."
"It's the eighth time," she grinned and continued towards him. He'd shot right up since his fifteenth birthday and the top of her head barely reached his chin now.
"Let me drive you home, Molly," he put a warm hand on the small of her back, already helping her with her coat.
They talked easily on the ride out to the lake house- Cameron extended the ride, offering to drive her around to look at the pretty foliage, but of course just wanted to spend more uninterrupted time with her. Despite how deeply he felt for her, Cameron had never been uncomfortable or flustered around Molly. They knew each other so well, they had known each other forever, but more than the bond that they shared with all of the children they grew up with, there had always been a strong, almost cosmic connection between them. They each knew what the other was thinking before any words were spoken. Almost as if they had known each other in another life.
As night settled more thickly onto Port Charles, Cameron reluctantly steered the car towards her home. After parking, he shut the car off and walked around to the passenger door to let her out. He took her hand to help her out of the car- chivalry was a lost art, according to Nikolas who had insisted on etiquette lessons for himself and Jake, as well as Audrey and Spencer.
He guided her to the front door, with his hand behind her back while she chatted about her Halloween plans and just before she would have reached out for the door handle, Cameron quickly took her face in his hands and kissed her, mid-sentence.
She froze in his arms, and for a split second, his heart stopped, thinking that all of his lifelong dreams were about to come crashing down around him, but then she melted against him, her small hands coming up over his, and when he finally broke the kiss, she collapsed against him a little. Her cheeks were red and her eyes were a little glazed, and Molly's 'first kiss look' instantly became a cherished memory in Cameron Webber-Spencer's mind.
"Do you know how long I've wanted to do that?" he whispered into her hair with a small chuckle, letting his hands slide to her waist.
She was gazing up at him with such rapt adoration that neither of them realized the front door had opened until they heard Ric's voice, so carefully 'normal' and unaffected. "Mol? It's time to come in now, sweetie."
Molly blushed bright pink, and her gaze dropped. "Yes, Daddy," she answered demurely, stepping inside. Cameron wanted to reach out and grab her, never let her go, but that certainly wouldn't do right at this moment.
"Good night, Cam. Thanks for driving her home," Ric said to the boy, the same carefully unaffected smile on his face.
"Good night, Ric," Cameron said, surprised at how gravelly his voice was. The front door closed and Cameron turned to leave, but spared one more glance over his shoulder at Molly's house.
She was looking out the front window, smiling shyly, and she gave a small wave. Tomorrow, she mouthed, and blew a kiss at the pane, and then she was gone.
His heart soared. Cameron had waited an eternity to kiss Molly Lansing. He knew it would change both of their lives forever.
And he had the rest of both of their lives to prove it to her, too.