[Who] Cam & Connor [What] Connor comes to visit her and set some things straight. [When] Wednesday Evening [Where] Spain [Rating] PG13 [Status] Complete
Cam had to admit, the last few days had been good for her. Spending time with her uncle was something she hadn't been able to do in quite some time, and it was nice to be able to talk to someone who wasn't biased about her friends, or the crap that was going on in her world. Just being able to wake up and not have to worry about ... well, anything, was nice. She had to refrain several times from owling Clara to find out how things were going at the Glass, though. She just kept reminding herself that she was taking a break from her life back in England, and spending some nice quality time with the man who was pretty much her father.
She sat out on the dock behind her uncle's beach house, her toes skimming over the warm water. The hem of the white cotton shirt she wore, unbuttoned, was picked up by the light breeze, revealing the green of her bikini. The salt water breeze pushed her long hair out of her face, which was well enough as she was getting annoyed with it anyway.
She let out a sigh that was one part sadness, and one part relaxing. She'd messed things up. Royally. She'd hoped that maybe, just maybe, this little break in Spain would clear her head, and she'd be able to sort these feelings she was suddenly having out. If anything, it only made it worse. Why? Why was she feeling like this? She'd known Connor for several years now. She would have thought that if mushy lovey feelings were going to emerge, they would have done it sooner. She picked at a small loose chunk of wood on the corner of the dock. When the tiny chunk came loose, she chucked it out into the ocean.
Why did things have to get so complicated?
Connor had done a lot of thinking over the past few days. And he kept coming back to the same conclusion. Either he was going to ruin his friendship with Cam by telling her he wasn't in love with her. Or he'd ruin their friendship by telling her that he was in love with her and when four months rolled around, she'd either kill him or he'd kill her, either way one of them would be dead so what really was to lose? He still wasn't sure that he out right loved her, but there was a strong enough feeling there that he was willing to give it a shot. Which, when all things were considered, was a lot. So, that morning, he was determined to make things right. He owled Murph to tell him where he was going, and to make sure that someone went over and fed his dog when he was gone, and he hopped the first port key he could out of Ireland and headed off to Spain.
Four port keys later, and one long bus ride later, Connor had finally found where her Uncle lived. Working on shattered bits of information, he thought he was lucky that he found it in the first place. After talking with her Uncle for a bit (in Spanish), he finally made his way to the docks where she was sitting. He stood there for a minute and steadied his breathing, and then watched her chuck the piece of wood away.
"Oi, what it ever to do yah?" he said with a bit of a smirk on his face as he shoved his hands into his pockets
She was so lost in her own thoughts that she didn't even hear the footsteps on the dock behind her. Then again, had she heard them, she probably would have just thought it was her uncle, as she really hadn't expected Connor to show up here. In fact, it was the last thing she expected. So when she heard his voice, for a moment she thought she was hearing things. But that would mean she was going crazy. She turned around, and blinked a few times, just to make sure she wasn't hallucinating or anything.
"Connor? What are you doing here?" That was a question she really wanted an answer to. She turned so that one leg was back up on the deck, the other still dangling above the water.
Connor crossed his arms over his chest and looked down and chuckled a bit, if for anything, than to control this weird feeling that had decided to settle into his chest and stomach at the moment. Eventually he started to rub the back of his head as he spoke. "What, can't a guy randomly decide he wants ta travel all the way to Sunny Spain for a small vacation and to also apologize for being a bit thick headed?" he said putting his arm back across his chest. He covered up the fact that he was pretty sure he was about to get hit by plopping what has been known as "the Connor smirk" onto his face, as he braced himself, and tried to remember the short list of healing spells that he knew.
Cam raised an eyebrow. "You came here to apologize? I thought Connor Moran didn't apologize." She leaned forward, resting her chin on her knee. "But seriously, Connor. What are you doing here?" Him being here was causing the little bit of thinking she'd done to completely unravel. After all, she'd come here to get away from him while she did this thinking, hadn't she? "And how the hell did you find me, anyway?"
Connor bobbed his head a bit, and decided he couldn't go any longer without something else to do, plus his nerves were freaking out so he fished out his last pack and the last little solider from the pack and lit up, crumpling the package and tossing it into a nearby rubbish bin. "I don't." he said after a minute. "At least for things that don't actually matter." he said shrugging, trying to play this off cooler than he was sure it was coming off.
When she asked how he found her, with the smoke between two of his fingers he just pointed over to her and smile. "I still maintain the fact that I'm a genius." he said with a small chuckle. "I pieced everything together from the little I knew, and made it all the way here based on those shards of information." he said almost teasing her.
"I see." She closed her eyes for a moment, letting out a deep breath. "And since when are you only a little thick headed?" She asked him, a small smirk playing across her lips. She needed to try and get over this strange awkwardness that she was feeling. What better way than to make a joke?
She rolled that bit of information around in her head for a moment. "I wouldn't go as far as to say you're a genius. But to pull off finding me on that little information? Got to admit, you did pretty damned good." Cam put her leg back down, and scooted over, making enough room for Connor to join her on the end of the dock. She patted the empty space beside her, indicating that it was okay for him to sit."So. You came all this way just to say you were sorry? Or was there more to it than that?"
He shrugged. "Yesterday around one I think?" he said not knowing what else to say at the moment. He sighed just a little bit and went to go sit next to her, crossing his legs under him. "I know what that means, it means you really do think I'm a genius." he said pushing her a little bit with his shoulder. "Besides, what I can say, someone tells me not to do something, I do the opposite. Just ask me mam." he said grinning a little, mostly because it was the only thing he could think of to do with his face right now besides ingest his cigarette, which was not almost gone...damn it. "That and I've been thinking. Er, rather I had some thinking knocked into me." he said rubbing the spot where his brother had hit him. "And I think I know why you left." Well, he knew, the letters had told him that much, but he wasn't about to get Rivers or Murph into trouble right now.
"And I don't blame yah, had that morning been reversed, I probably would have acted the same way. If not worse." he said honestly.
Cam rolled her eyes, but there was the slightest smile on her face. "Oh I think I know how that goes already. No need to ask your mum about it." Her smile, however, didn't last. When he mentioned the reason why she left, her face darkened a little. "Admittedly, not one of my finer moments. I'm sorry I freaked out like that, by the way. I didn't - I just - I honestly don't even know what I was thinking." That was the damned truth. She hadn't a clue what had come over her. She could only guess that it was relating to the strange feelings she was having towards Connor.
Connor sat there thinking for a moment, this wasn't the easiest topic to approach, and hell if he was any good at this shit to begin with. The whole "feelings" and "thinking about feelings" thing, didn't usually work well for him. At all. Usually, on the rare times he did try and work through something, he either made it worse, or just felt so uncomfortable that he made it worse. Which is why now that he was done smoking, he was fidgeting. Then he decided to just go with what he knew. "You were scared shitless." he said looking over her with a very knowing look.
This was one of the things she both loved, and hated about Connor. He ha this bizarre ability to see through the bullshit, and get right to the point of the matter. "You're right. I was. Fuck, I still am. I don't know what's going on. I mean, these feelings that I have, and that stupid moment of pure, unadulterated jealousy only made it worse." She put her head in her hands, resting her elbows on her knees.
Stealing a glance at Connor, she rolled her eyes a little. Reaching into the pocket on her shirt, she produced a half-empty pack of cigarettes. "Here. Before you fidget yourself off the end of the dock."
"Did it make it worse?" he asked bouncing his one knee. "I mean, in the long run?" okay, maybe now he was getting to the point, or at least trying to steer the conversation that way. There was a real reason he was here, not just because he was bored and decided to go harass Cam in another country. Even if it might seem like it when he first arrived. No, Connor Moran was still struggling with what he was feeling. He still wasn't sure it was love, but he was damn sure it was something stronger than "like" and it was somewhere in between, and at this point, that was enough for him to at least give it a shot. Since well, he was sure one of them would be dead in four months anyway.
"Fuck, this is serious." he said taking the pack from her. She must have started again, something she ever did if she was overly stressed, or confused, or in this case, probalby both.
"I don't know. Maybe." She sighed, leaning back a little, placing her hands behind heron the wood of the dock. Just before Connor took the cigarettes, she snaked one of them. Damnit. She didn't think she'd need one right now. "I'm sorry, Connor." She said, after a few moment's of silence.
Cononr took out his lucky silver lighter again and lit her up before he lit up himself. He shrugged a bit. "Don't be." he said honestly. "I've done stupider things, and at least you had a good reason." he said quite honestly. "Annnd." he got started after letting everything settle into his system a bit, regaining some calm over his body. "I've come to a conclution." he decided to get it out there. "I don't think you were wrong for leavin'." he admitted.
She took a long drag off of the cigarette, letting the smoke out slowly. There. She felt a little bit better now. After tapping the ashes into the ocean, Cam couldn't stop her eyebrow from raising at his comment. "You don't?" She was quite shocked to hear that. "And why is that?"
"Nah." he said emphizing that he didn't blame her a bit. He took a moment and his hands twitiched a bit as he thought of a way to put that he'd been thinking about them. And how he felt. And how to express how he felt without it either sounding stupid, or making it worse. Something that he wasn't exactly used to. "Actually, I give yah credit for not punchin' her in the face, then stormin' out." he said stalling a bit.
Then he sighed a bit. "'m not gunna lie ta ya Cam," he started out. "I dunna know if what I feel is love or not." he said getting the hard part out. "However, I think there might be somethin' there, and it's strong enough I'd at least like to see if it goes anywhere." There. He finally got it out.
"I'm shocked I didn't." She said, honestly. She was pretty sure the sheer shock of having another women answer Connor's door. Especially one wearing nothing but a towel. She tried to shake off the image, and focus on what he was saying instead.
Much to her dismay, she felt her heart sink a little when he said the first part. She should have been expecting that, though. She was not, however, expecting what he said next. "I - really?"
"Meself as well." he said before he could stop himself, and then laughed just a bit. He nodded, hoping he wasn't going to have to say it again. "Yeah, really." he said honestly with a hint of a smile. "What yah say Cam. Wanna put up with me and try and be me girl for a while?" he asked bumping her shoulder with his a bit. "You and those sweater cows of yours." he said wondering why he hadn't noticed them before in that shirt that was ever so slightly unbuttoned. Man, he must have been in serious go mode if he missed those off the bat.
Cam couldn't help but laugh a little. "I think that's an idea I could get on board with." She said, rolling her eyes at his 'sweater cow' comment. Her moment of annoyance with him was a fleeting one, as a very mischievous grin spread across her face as she grabbed Connor's arm and pushed against the dock, dragging him down into the water.
"Good because I didn't have a back up plan." he said laughing. "Oi what are you..." he didn't have time to finish that sentance before he went under, the cigarette still between his lips when he resurfaced, then spitting it out. Oh that was it. He grabbed Cam's legs and dragged her with him, laughing his ass off.
Cam let out a sound that was half shriek, half laugh as she hit the water. When she surfaced, she splashed water at him, after taking a split second to wipe the water off of her face